Page 129 of Harley & Her Ferals

“Not yet.” He lines up his cock.

I feel the head of Harbinger’s cock nudging at my pussy.

I’m warm all over.

“Anybody could see us here.” Harbinger leans over me, kissing behind my ear. “Another biker could use the track. They’d find the boss’ daughter bent over her enemy’s Harley about to be rutted. What would they think of you?”

My eyes widen.

I should care.I don’t.

I know that I’d hear the engines long before anyone else arrived here.

We’re alone.

Harbinger knows that too.

Also, he’s shielding me with his body. Nobody can see me from the track.

Yet the idea that theycouldis making him harder and me wetter.

“They’d want to join in, forming a line to fuck you because your muscles are so fucking gorgeous.” He traces his finger down the crack of my ass. “They’d beg to use your other holes at the same time. You could take it. But I wouldn’t let them touch you. In fact, I’d cut off their hands for daring to touch you and put out the eyes of anyone who dared to look at you.”

Romance, Harbinger style.

Harbinger thrusts into me in a single motion.

I keen, as pleasure bursts through me.

Harbinger is large but not the same size as Feral.

He fits me like he was made for me alone.

“Yes,” I groan. “Deeper.”

Harbinger grips my hips, fucking into me hard and deep. He pistons in and out, relentlessly.

He’s not as rough as Feral, but somehow, he seems to know how to shift me to get the perfect angle, which has me screaming out on every thrust.

He’s experienced and he knows how to use his cock.

This is mind-blowing.

“F-f-fuck.” I gasp.

I can hardly think.

I’m falling apart.

I need this man.

He’s my Alpha. I know it now.

I’m going to answer Harbinger properly next time. I owe him that. He won the race and all he wanted to ask was why I’d risk my life to become heir.

He wants to know who I am as an Omega.

And I need to know who is as an Alpha just as much.

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