Page 69 of Harley & Her Ferals

I smirk, tugging on his hair to direct him toward my clothed crotch. “Suck.”

“L’anima gemella.” River looks up at me with worship in his eyes. But then, worry darkens it. “What about your throat? I intend to make you scream.”

“Confident.”

“I may be new to this but I’m a quick learner.”

“Okay. But since your mouth will also be busy, tap me three times on my thigh if you want to stop.” I glance around me, before grabbing the thin blanket from the end of the bed.

I bunch the edge of the blanket and stuff it into my mouth as a gag.

It’s an unexpected sensation being unable to talk through my own choice.

I don’t hate it.

In fact, it heightens the excitement about this experience that River’s mouth will be silent because he’ll be busy tasting my pussy. At the same time, I’ll be quiet because I’m biting on a blanket in order not to scream my pleasure.

River’s eyes light up. His cheeks flush.

He likes this.

Kink unlocked.

“Raise your hips,” River says. Eagerly, I follow his instructions, and he rolls down my shorts to my knees. I raise my eyebrow at him, when he doesn’t remove my shorts entirely. His flush deepens. “I like the look of you, bound and gagged.”

Kinkdefinitelyunlocked.

River runs his hands experimentally up and down my thighs. I let him take it slow, as he explores.

My skin tingles.

I loosen my hold on his hair.

He must have removed my lethal claws from last night. I scratch my short nails now on his scalp, however, and he moans.

He looks up at me with half-hooded eyes, before he licks his lips. “I want to make you feel good.Please you.Use me, bella. I’m your toy to bring you pleasure.”

My eyes widen.

Does he mean that?

My pussy becomes wet.

Feral is dominant. I’m not used to taking control like this.

By the way that River is humping against the side of the bed, as if he doesn’t know that he’s doing it but without reaching down for his cock, shows me how much this is turning him on.

It turnsmeon to have this gorgeous Beta submitting to me.

I tighten my hold on River’s hair, yanking him toward my clit, experimentally.

River’s eyelashes flutter. He groans.

That proves it.He loves this.

River’s fingers curl onto my hips. Despite how desperate he looks, his focus is entirely on my pleasure.

As he offered, I use River like a toy.

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