Page 153 of Harley & Her Ferals

“So do I.” River kisses down my stomach, caressing circles around my bellybutton.

I desire more,everything.

“Alphas,” I moan.

“With you soon, Kitten.” Harbinger turns his head to meet my gaze. His eyes twinkle with amusement. “But I’m a little pinned down at the moment.”

Feral growls, deep in this throat.

The sound makes slick gush from my clenching pussy.

Harbinger is lying next to me. His hands are held above his head in a tight hold by Feral, who is sniffing Harbinger’s neck.

Harbinger’s beautiful skin is mottled with bruises.

Earlier at the ball, Harbinger had hinted at what was hidden under his white suit, and I’d watched him being hurt by Vinnie in the Hades study. Even so, by the way that Harbinger fought and danced, I could never have guessed that almost every inch of skin was painted black, purple, or fading shades of greens and browns.

These are beatings layered upon beatings.

Harbinger must be so used to pain that he can still function, despite looking like he shouldn’t be able to walk.

When River stripped Harbinger, River’s expression became increasingly grim. Then he kissed each bruise, taking his time. He kneeled, kissing down the Alpha’s body with reverence.

Harbinger’s breath hitched.

“I have cream that will help with these bruises, once Harley’s heat is over.” River traced over the swollen welts that marked Harbinger’s ass. “Be careful how much pressure you put onto your ribs.”

Harbinger looked shocked.

Hadn’t he expected my pack to care about him? Did he think that he was only aknotlike a sex toy in this bed?

Now, Feral’s teeth graze Harbinger’s skin.

Harbinger’s cock twitches.

“You’re not going to bite, are you?” Harbinger winks. “Don’t worry, Devil Alpha, you have my enthusiastic consent for that. I’ve never been dominated in bed by an Alpha. It’s hot. But only because it’s you.”

Feral grins, before he slowly licks down Harbinger’s neck to his collarbone. He rests his teeth warningly against one of the few patches of unbruised skin.

Then he bites.

“Fuck.” Harbinger’s back arches, but he doesn’t struggle.

Harbinger’s eyelashes flutter. His hair splays around him.

I turn to watch the two strong men together.

Harbinger looks like an archangel Alpha who has been captured by his enemy Devil Alpha.

At last, Feral releases Harbinger, possessively licking over the imprint of his teeth. He clearly enjoys seeing his mark on the other Alpha.

“Well, that’s one way for them to work out their differences.” Laurent quirks his brow. “One that I approve of.”

Harbinger shudders. “I get it, big boy. You’re the Chief Alpha here. What should we call our new pack?”

“The Ferals,” I say, determinedly.

Will Harbinger want to challenge Feral over this?

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