Page 99 of Harley & Her Ferals

Still, low bar.

Also, so far, because he clearly has his own secret, undercover scheme going on here, he doesn’t appear willing to report us to his Head Alpha.

Is it because he shouldn’t be in here as much as we shouldn’t?

He can’t threaten us because then we’ll simply reveal him.

Isn’t this mutually assured destruction?

Or is Vinnie Harbinger’s enemy as well?

Because I can work with that.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend…

Harbinger opens and then closes his mouth like for the first time he has no response.

He didn’t expect an Omega to stand up to him like that.

This time,Iplay with hishair.

Hell, it’s just as silky as it looks.

What would it feel like to wind it around my hand and hold him by it, as I kissed the wicked curve of his lips?

I shake that thought away.

“You’re not meant to be here anymore than we are, are you?” I love the way that Harbinger’s eyes flash with frustration.Got him.“What kind of naughtiness are you up to?”

I slide my hand to his tie, running my fingers up and down it, trying not to show how much his scent is making me shiver.

When I’m close to Harbinger, the spark between us is strong enough to set me aflame.

Can he feel it too?

I only need to distract Harbinger for a couple more minutes, before Laurent will be finished downloading what he needs, then I can leave anyway.

“Can you not call itnaughtiness? You’re damaging my fragile Alpha ego.” Harbinger snatches his tie away from me and smooths it.

As he does, I wince, noticing his swollen wrist.

“So, did Vinnietalkto you?” I blurt.

I hate that Harbinger was in trouble with his Head Alpha because he protected my Beta.

Harbinger’s gaze becomes frosty. “Are you sorry that you couldn’t watch?”

“I’m worried about you. Are you injured?” When I start to pat Harbinger down, he dances out of the way.

“Whoa, I know that you can’t wait to get your hands on my hot body, Kit, but at least buy me drinks first.” Harbinger glances worriedly at the door again, tightening his tie.

“Do you sleep in a full suit?” I ask. “Impressive commitment to fashion.”

“Surprisingly, Vinnie isn’t the type to care about providing pajamas to his fighters.”

“How many times were you struck with the Discipline Strap that’s hanging on the wall over there?” Laurent nods at a thick, heavy strap, which is hanging on a rusty nail on the far wall. I pale, not having noticed the strap. “That’s Vinnie’s favorite method, isn’t it?”

Harbinger crosses his arms. “Don’t give away all a guy’s secrets. Where’s the mystery?”

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