Page 40 of Harley & Her Ferals

Smart Feral.

He quirks his brow, before slamming me down onto the mats.

Normally, we’d wrestle, even though he always wins once we’re down on the ground because of his size and weight advantage.

I’m clasping such a fragile thing in my hand, however, that I can’t risk it.

Feral knows that.

Instead, I slump, baring my neck in submission. I send out soothing pheromones to take the edge off Feral’s wildness.

Slowly, he eases his grip, before he drags my hands above my head and pins them down by the wrists.

It’s almost like we’re both clasping River, along with his fragile flower, between our hands.

If we fuck this up…the fight night, the handling of my brother, and becoming heir…we could crush, rather than save him.

I’m panting.

Feral buries his head in my neck, taking deep breaths of my scent. His silky hair brushes against my skin. When he licks my scent gland, I purr.

When he draws back, and his striking black and blue eyes meet mine, my breath hitches.

His eyes are hungry with passion and love.

I feel like he could devour me.

“Kiss me.” Feral’s Alpha Bark makes me tremble like an electric shock has run through me.

Fuck, yeah.

I already want to kiss him so fucking much.

I don’t need to be commanded but now, I’m going to be rewarded for it.

I love this man.

I lift my head and kiss him.

Feral is panting as hard as I am.

When our lips meet, the Alpha Bark sends waves of pleasure crashing over me.

I whine, bucking my hips up against Feral’s hard body that’s pressing me down.

Hell, that’s incredible.

Slick gushes from my pussy. I’m desperate to feel Feral inside me.

I need him.

I kiss him harder, and he thrusts his tongue inside me dominantly like he can fuck me this way.

Our teeth clash, before he growls, taking over the kiss.

I’m lost to the dazed pleasure of being pinned down, caught, and kissed like it is all Feral dreams about.

I can feel how hard his cock is in his shorts.

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