Page 87 of Harley & Her Ferals

Laurent’s pheromones become stronger, as if to appease me…or entice me.

I don’t know.

But I become wetter, as I twist Laurent’s arm in front of him, before I shove him harder than he’s expecting in the chest.

He stumbles backward, slamming into the back of the cage with a clang.

He whines but with pleasure and not pain.

Laurent’s eyes are blown wide.

I let go of Laurent’s arm but deliberately press my body against his, pinning him in place. “Be a good Omega and take out your pretty cock. I’m going to suck you now and show you why pleasure is mindblowing between Omegas.”

“I thought that I would be the one to pleasure you.”

“Do you think that I won’t be in charge just because I’m the one on my knees?” I slide my hand into Laurent’s hair and then twist his head back hard enough to make him gasp. “Didn’t I tell you to do something?”

“Impatient,” he mutters.

He edges his hands down to his pants, however, undoing the button and then pulling his cock out.

It’s half-hard already like I suspected.

It’s smaller than Feral’s, but then, I bet that most men’s are. I guessed right on the pretty, however, and it wins there.

It’s strange seeing a cock without a knot in it.

I like the fact that I will be able to fit most of it into my mouth without hurting my jaw.

I smile.

Laurent is seriously not ready for what’s about to come next.

When I tug on his long hair again, his cock twitches. Pearly pre-cum beads on the tip.

“Place your hands by your sides,” I command.

Obediently, Laurent drops his hands to his sides.

It sends a thrill through me that this brave, dominant Omega is choosing to be submissive to me.

I know that it’s an act. But it’s one that we’re both enjoying.

“Now, grab hold of the bars and don’t let go. If you do,” I warn, “you won’t be allowed to come.”

“Who’s the thorn now?” Laurent looks impressed, however, not even hesitating to grab firmly onto the bars behind him.

His knuckles whiten like he’s terrified of letting go in his pleasure and losing this treat.

No one has made him come before, right?

I don’t want him to miss out on this either.

Yet Laurent has had to hold himself together, pretending to be something that he’s not…in some cases, a literal Alpha…going against his dynamic his entire life.

He needs me to push him into his dynamic headspace.

He needs me to show him that he can be safe as an Omega.

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