Page 49 of Harley & Her Ferals

I understand now why Laurent Romeo has been featured in so many magazines around the world. He’s not only beautiful and stylish, his charisma is enough to make me blush.

Instantly, however, Laurent drags me into his arms. “May I nuzzle you?”

Shocked, I can feel that despite his stoic expression, he is actually shaking.

It hasn’t been entirely an act.

“Please…” I breathe.

Laurent pulls me to his neck.

I nuzzle one side of his neck, while he nuzzles mine.

I hear his muffled protest, “Watch my hair.”

I burst out purring at the incredible sensation of cuddling another Omega like this. I’m surrounded by Laurent’s scent, aswell as the deep sense that this is how it’s meant to be with Omegas.

This physical touch is what I’ve been missing out on.

I feel a tentative lick on my neck, which makes me shiver. Then a deep, masculine purr that vibrates through me.

My own purr deepens in response.

Laurent tangles his legs around mine, holding me closer.

“Take care of him,” Dad’s gruff voice comes from behind us, as the cage door locks. “You can see how sweet and needy he is. He’s not like you, Harley. I’m holding you responsible.”

I listen, as Dad stalks out of the room.

Laurent clings to me for a moment longer, then he sits back, smoothing down his waistcoat.

I blink at him.

Laurent has dropped his sweet act. His eyes are now as sharp as his grin.

“Isn’t it lucky that Alphaholes are always the easiest to play?” He adjusts the rose clips in his hair with a grimace. “Some of them don’t even look beyond the blond hair and the tight ass.”

“You have a tight ass?” I blurt.

Mentally, I slap myself.

Feral chuckles.

Laurent looks offended. “Do you want me to get up on all fours so that you can check?”

I hesitate.

Well, if he’s offering…

“I’m not offering,” Laurent clarifies, “Idohave a tight ass.”

“F-f-funny Omega.” Feral offers his hand through the bars again. I bite my lip, expecting Laurent to flinch. Instead, Laurent reaches and lightly grasps Feral’s hand just for a moment. And that takes bravery. “Sweet.”

“More like a thorn,” I mutter.

Laurent looks delighted. “It’s like you already know me. So, it turns out that I’m Laurent Romeo, the new prize for the day. Since I don’t intend to be anyone’s forced breeder, how about we start working on how to get out of here? I’ve already worked out step one by getting us Omegas together.”

Panicked, I slam my hand over his mouth.

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