Page 86 of Harley & Her Ferals

“I won’t let anyone harm you ever again either.” I indulge myself by dipping my head to kiss along the delicious pale strip of skin, which is revealed by the newly opened top two buttons of his shirt.

Laurent has never felt comfortable opening those buttons before.

No one has kissed or touched Laurent before.

This is virgin skin.

I moan, licking and sucking harder. I delight seeing the way that I’m marking Laurent.

When I glance at him from underneath my eyelashes, his eyes are glassy. He looks down at me in wonder, while I leave claiming bruises and light bites on his soft skin.

“Yes,” Laurent hisses, throwing back his head.

I don’t bite his throat, no matter how tempting it is.

I can’t leave evidence of breaking this taboo — an Omega biting an Omega — no matter how much I want to show the world that he’s mine.

Laurent can hide my current marks by doing up his shirt.

When I finally lift my head, tracing over the imprints of my teeth, Laurent looks wrecked already.

“Until yesterday, I had never willingly been touched or kissed.” Laurent’s voice is breathy. “But I can be brave in this too.”

“Do you want more?”

Say yes…

Yet I’ll only go at his pace. I won’t push him. It’s important that he is comfortable.

His mom tried to steal his autonomy. He needs to take it back.

Laurent licks over his lips. “Show me.”

I thrum with desire. “Do you want me to take the control?”

Laurent thinks for a moment. “Normally, certainly not. But in this, between us, I’m in your hands.”

I swallow, realizing how big a responsibility this is. He’s already trusted me with his secrets and life. But this is different.

He’s trusting me to teach him pleasure. Also, handing over his dominance to me.

He’s never wanted this with anybody else.

He must have only used toys to help him through his heats.

The thought of Laurent writhing alone in a large nest of silk sheets, as he fucks a knotted dildo in and out of his slick ass, fevered and desperate for an Alpha, almost undoes me.

Yet he has chosen me to show him what it can feel like to give in to your true Omega instincts, as I do with Feral.

I can’t screw this up.

My gaze becomes determined.

I grab Laurent’s arm from around my neck in a quick grappling move, squeezing just hard enough in warning that he remembers how much stronger I am.

Laurent’s eyes widen, before he melts into my hold in submission. He even bares his neck.

If I was an Alpha, I’d be biting him by now.

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