Page 88 of Harley & Her Ferals

He always will be in my pack.

I tighten my hold on Laurent’s hair one final time just to see the way that his face tightens and then softens.

Then I press my lips to his, and his mouth opens in welcome. “Close your eyes, good Omega.”

It makes my heart leap that Laurent doesn’t hesitate this time.

He closes his eyes. His long lashes fan across his pale cheek.

I release his hair, stroking down his tempting throat. His pulse is fluttering beneath my hand dangerously fast.

I pet Laurent for a moment longer, before I lower myself to my knees.

I’ve never felt this much in control before.

I lean forward and lick the head of Laurent’s dick.

He whines.

Then I tease around the sensitive glans. I grip his dick at the base to hold him in place, as I turn my licks into kisses, loving the way that Laurent is struggling to keep his hands in place and his eyes closed.

But he still obeys me.

What a good Omega.

I reward Laurent by sucking up and down his shaft.

I was right. His pretty cock does fit perfectly into my mouth.

Suddenly, I feel like I’m being watched.

I let Laurent’s cock slip out of my mouth.

I turn my head.

Feral is awake.

Silently, Feral is watching Laurent and me. His hand is working his own hard cock in his shorts. His light and dark eyes are intently focused on his two Omegas.

And I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.

Having our Alpha witnessing us together like this, is everything.

When Feral nods at me like an order to keep ravishing Laurent, something settles in my soul.

I knew that Laurent belonged to both Feral and me.

I soothe my hand over Laurent’s quivering thigh. His legs are close to buckling at these new sensations.

Then with new determination, since I know our Alpha is watching, I reach up and drag Laurent’s pants and underwear down to his ankles. Then I bend his legs and push them onto my strong shoulders.

He lets out a yelp of surprise but doesn’t resist.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly. He still clutches hard onto the bars, desperate not to lose his ability to come.

I expect Laurent to speak, but it’s like the three of us are caught in the silent intensity of this moment.

Laurent looks vulnerable and exposed.

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