Page 10 of Harley & Her Ferals

I hump up into his hand.

Touch me.

When I squirm around in desperation, Feral drops his mouth to my neck, licking and sucking like he’s desperate to bite.

But he can’t.

He can only bite, when we have permission to bond. It’s killing us both because we feel in our hearts like we’re bonded already.

His teeth lightly graze my neck.

“I. Love. You.” Feral pauses between each word, struggling to get them out clearly without stuttering.

Its agonizing and beautiful at the same time.

My heart clenches because I know how much it means to Feral both that he managed to say those words without becoming stuck on a sound or stumbling over a word.

I feel his relieved puff of breath against my neck.

When I begin to purr in happiness, Feral glances up at me surprised but then, delighted.

He licks my scent gland, and my purr deepens.

“I love you too, Fer,” I reply. “Forever and no regrets.”

He nods, before his hand slides back to my shorts. Then he’s edging under the material.

My back bows, when he thumbs across my clit, circling it. He watches my face, gaining pleasure from my pleasure.

I flush at Feral’s close scrutiny, staring up into his striking eyes.

He keeps the rhythm over my clit, at the same time that he slips two fingers down to the wet folds of my pussy.

My eyelashes flutter. “Fuck, yes…”

He pushes his fingers into my slick pussy, growling deep in his throat.

“Faster,” I beg.

Pleasure is coiling through me like a rubber band ready to snap. My thighs are quivering.

In and out, in and out.

Feral taps on my clit, insistently.

“Almost,” I whisper.

Feral dives to capture my lips, kissing me as dominantly as he’s fingering me. Then he sinks his teeth into my lip, and that flash of pain is enough to push me over the edge.

I come with a scream, which is muffled against Feral’s mouth.

He kisses me through the aftershocks, still working his fingers in and out of my pussy through them as well.

I’m breathing hard. Yet I’m sated.

A fight and a fuck.

I needed that.

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