Page 236 of Harley & Her Ferals

Laurent takes deep swallows.

When Feral drags off his t-shirt, hurling it to the floor, I can tell that he’s been pulled into rut already.

Now that Harbinger is finally able to focus on something other than the writhing Omega in his arms, he looks around in shock. “Weren’t you busy, while we were away. This is an incredible surprise. I also like surprise BJs. Just putting it out there. Wait, is that cute wolf on the wallme? Where are his claws and fangs?”

“That’s the fluffy, soft you on the inside.” I struggle not to laugh.

I fail.

Harbinger arches his pierced eyebrow. “Fluffy…?Soft…?You should be able to see by the sweat on my neck and how hard I am in these leather pants that I’m almost in rut myself. So, I’ll have twenty-four hours to show you just how much of the bad boy is still here, Kitten.”

“Promise?”

River beckons to Feral, trying to keep him calm by distracting me. “Help me strip our Omega.”

Feral nods

I scoot closer to Harbinger to give Feral room to prowl to the nest and slink like a tiger across the bed to Laurent.

“Alpha,” Laurent gasps, reaching for Feral.

Feral snarls into the kiss, as he pins Laurent beneath him.

It’s mesmerizing to watch the two men together, as they kiss each other hungrily.

Feral cages his Omega beneath him. They hump against each other.

“They’re fucking hot together.” Harbinger slides to palm across his crotch. “One day, I’ll fuck them both. I’ll bend them over our couch and take them, while your watch.”

I choke on my tongue. “It’s nice to be ambitious.”

No way is he fucking Feral.

Feral breaks off kissing Laurent to glance over his shoulder at Harbinger.

Shit, he heard.

Is Harbinger trying to get his ass kicked?

Except, Feral only gives the other Alpha a heated look that makes my cheeks flush.

I choke on my tongue again.

“Ambition is good, see?” Harbinger whispers into my ear. I shiver. He loops his arms around my waist, licking the shell of my ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll be watching, as long as you can be a good little Kitty and not touch yourself.”

I groan.

Harbinger lowers one of his hands to tease down my stomach and then underneath my pajama bottoms.

I buck up into his touch, as he circles my clit.

I still struggle to turn my head. “An early heat, huh? All on the ride home? I don’t suppose that you had anything to do with that? For example, being the mean Alpha playing with his Omega like you’re playing with me now?”

“I resent the implication that…” Harbinger smirks. “I can’t even hold onto the false outrage. You mean playing…like this?”

Harbinger taps hard on my clit, and I arch with a desperate gasp.

When he chuckles, his breath gusts across my cheek. “Put away the protective claws, Kit. I may have just dared Rook to ride a certain part of his Alpha, while driving a particularly bumpy stretch of mountain road…”

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