Page 128 of Harley & Her Ferals

I drape over the saddle of his Harley, spreading my legs.

I’ve flicked the bean in the shower to fantasies of being rutted over a motorcycle.

It was always Feral doing the rutting.

Yet earlier, I discussed Harbinger with Feral because Feral had to be okay with another Alpha joining the pack.

Being a feral Alpha, he could have torn out the throat of another Alpha who challenged his authority. I needed to ensure that both Alphas would be safe.

Feral made it clear that as long as Harbinger didn’t expect to be the Chief Alpha of our pack, then he’d be welcome.

I knew how hot Feral had found Harbinger, when we’d fought him.

Feral would happily bend Harbinger over, as much as he would the rest of the pack.

Feral is such an uber dominant Alpha that no Alpha could upset his place within the pack. When he heard about how Harbinger had stood up for his Omegas, when he hadn’t been able to be there to do it himself, then Feral had been even more on board with accepting Harbinger.

Yet I hadn’t thought that it would happen this soon.

I’m not complaining.

Harbinger traces his gloved finger up and down my slick pussy, until I whimper.

I whisper, “Do you have a condom?”

“Always.”

“Of course you do.”

“Quiet.” When Harbinger lightly smacks my hip, warmth spreads to my core. I push my ass back in invitation. He smacks my ass this time, and I moan. “Good Omega, lie there and let your Alpha pleasure you.”

I don’t know if it’s thegood Omegaor theyour Alphathat makes me slide into the warm fuzzy place in my head.

I feel like I’m floating already.

I start to purr.

I hear the rip of a condom packet behind me.

Then Harbinger presses his body over mine, kissing the back of my neck and then down my spine.

“Good Omega. Such a good Omega.”

Harbinger taps his gloved finger like a tiny paddle gently on my clit, before circling it.

The sensation is driving me wild.

Then he draws his finger back into my folds, stroking them.

When he dips one into my pussy, I whine. He rests one hand on my shoulder blade, pinning me over his Harley, before he adds another finger.

He’s hitting just the right angle with his fingering to make me see stars.

My thighs are quivering.

I’m going to come…

I howl, when Harbinger removes his fingers just before I hit the crest of the wave.

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