Page 9 of Harley & Her Ferals

I smile in triumph.

My first mistake.

Because I miss that he’s going formyweakness.

All of a sudden, I feel a feather light touch along my ribs.

He’s not going to…?

It’s my turn for my eyes to widen.

Feral waggles his eyebrows, before he mercilessly dives in and tickles my sides.

I squeal, laughing.

I’m seriously ticklish. If any of my enemy fighters discover this flaw, I’m screwed.

Instinctively, I let go of Feral’s hair to wrap my arms around my middle, breathless with laughter.

He doesn’t let up, tickling under my chin.

I’m high on the thrill and playful excitement.

Every time that I writhe beneath Feral’s strong thighs, electric sparks shoot through me.

Feral is laughing too now, diving in to pepper my face with kisses.

“Below the belt,” I gasp. When Feral glances significantly at my shorts like it’s an invitation, I use a blast of my Omega pheromones to momentarily knock him off balance and evade his cruel, tickling fingers. “You’ll have to hunt and overpower your Omega to earn that.”

I use my wrestling skills to flip Feral over.

The waves of pleasure from the Alpha Bark stop the moment that I cease to obey, but it’s more than made up for by the thrill of playfighting with my Alpha.

My soul is singing, as I kiss Feral hard, distracting him from dislodging me.

I bite on his lower lip, before soothing and sucking it.

We both need this to be rough and passionate.

I pin my man down, playing at forcing him into a submission, which I know by the way his eyes are twinkling, he’s giving me willingly.

I slowly run my fingers up Feral’s muscled arms, before raising his hands above his head. “Keep them there.”

I dive in for another kiss, but the moment that our lips meet, I’m shocked by the vibrations of Feral’s deep growl.

I’m taken off guard, when he disobeys my order to keep his arms where I left them (of course he does because this is the uber dominant of Alphas), and sweeps them around me instead.

He wrests me around in a single, easy move, until I’m the one pinned beneath him.

My wrists are dragged above my head between a single one of Feral’s large hands.

“K-k-keep them th-there.” Feral smirks.

Then he slips his other hand down me, ghosting my breasts and making me shiver.

My chest is rising and falling. My eyes are glassy.

“My f-favorite prize.” Feral rubs his hand back and forth over my clothed pussy.

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