Page 8 of Harley & Her Ferals

Slick gushes from my pussy.

I whimper.

Fuck, that’s good.

Feral watches me darkly for a moment, before he pounces on me.

I grin up at him, as he straddles me, careful not to put weight on me.

We both know that I could flip him off with around twelve different moves.

It’s what makes this game so thrilling.

“Hi,” I say, casually. “Do you want something?”

Feral tilts his head like he’s thinking for a moment.

Then he pecks me on the nose.

The soft strands of his hair brush against my cheeks. His piercing gaze searches out mine.

“You,” Feral breathes.

“You have me,” I murmur because it’s true. In my heart, I’ve been his for years. Yet we’re not bonded. I yearn for that more than my next breath. “Anything else?”

Feral scans down my body with a smirk. “You.”

Oh.

I lean up, licking over the skin of Feral’s neck above the collar. He lets out a shuddery breath.

I fight dirty.

“What ifIwantyou?” Then because I fight even dirtier, I take control of this Alpha, who is much stronger than I am, by going for his weakness.

His hair.

I slowly run four of my fingers through Feral’s flame-like hair at the back of his neck.

Instantly, he stiffens, and his breath hitches.

Got him.

Then slowly, I draw my fingers up through Feral’s hair with just enough pressure to make his eyes darken further and his breathing speed up from the pleasure. I lightly scratch his scalp with my sharp nails, loving the way that it’s making him puff out pants of soft breath against my cheeks in an effort not to fall apart at the pleasure.

Feral’s cock is now hard in his shorts against my hip.

He doesn’t reach for it, however, since all his focus is on me.

It’s incredible, when he looks at me like this, as if I’m his Omega goddess.

When I reach the top of his head, I suddenly twist and grab his hair with a tight tug that takes him by surprise.

Feral’s eyes widen and then darken.

I tug his head back like I’m going to bare his neck in submission.

He snarls but he doesn’t struggle.

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