Page 242 of Harley & Her Ferals

River glances at me, before slipping to lie next to me. “Okay, l’anima gemella?”

“Intense,” I whisper.

“It looked like it.” River grazes his thumb over my clothed nipple, and I whine. “And we’re only just getting started.”

Finally unable to remain nothing more than a voyeur, Feral growls, before he pounces on Laurent.

He drags Harbinger with him. “Alpha, prepare my Omega for my knot.”

Harbinger’s eyes widen, when he realizes that the Alpha Bark is directed at him.

Just for a moment, he hesitates.

Then his expression becomes cold and as villainous as when I fought him in the ring.

Uh-oh.

“My pleasure, Devil Alpha.” Harbinger grabs River by the arm and swings him with military precision back between Laurent’s legs. “I’m delegating. There’s nothing in the rules about that, right? Get to work, Sunshine.”

“Also, my pleasure.” River bends over, running his tongue up and down Laurent’s cock.

Then River teases lower over Laurent’s balls and lower still.

“Fuck, what are you doing with your tongue...?” Laurent’s back arches. “Do that again.”

At the same time, Harbinger falls forward over me. He’s shaking, and I stroke my hand over his back.

“The sensation of obeying the Alpha Bark is powerful, isn’t it?” I soothe Harbinger with my pheromones.

He swallows, as sweat drips down the long line of his throat.

I don’t know what an Alpha Bark feels like used by one Alpha on another. But it’s the ultimate sign of trust between Alphas.

Harbinger is having a strong reaction to it.

His cheeks are flushed, and he’s struggling to catch his breath.

Feral’s thick brows knot in concentration, as he watches River and Laurent together.

Bare chested, thickly corded with muscles and bisected with scars, he’s no longer the God of War in this nest.

But there’s no doubt by the way that he’s issuing orders and dominantly watching us all that he’s the God of the Ferals.

We all love it that way.

“Beta,” Feral gives another Alpha Bark, “finger our Omega ready for my knot.”

Feral pushes his leather trousers and underwear down to allow his giant cock free. He’s already fully hard.

“Alpha, you’re big.” Laurent stares at Feral’s knot but not as if he’s intimidated, rather like he’s hungry.

I remember the intensity of my own heat. What it’s like to feel empty, desperately in need to be filled by a knot.

While River slips one finger and then another into Laurent to prepare him, I kiss Harbinger.

Harbinger pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “I could kiss you forever, Kitten.”

Beside me, Feral drags Laurent away from River like he’s a cave Alpha dragging his prize Omega back to his cave.

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