Page 10 of Feral: Part One

Fuck.

I swallow nervously as I crawl onto the bed between his thighs and hold up the ring. “I’ve got something that might help.” Hiseyes focus on me for a second before he lets out another cry, something rippling through the bond. I realize that it’s Slate, a dull ache in my chest that’s clawing at emotions I haven’t had to deal with in years. “Fuck, I’m not doing this without your consent,” I say, about to ask for his permission but it’s like he’s able to grab some semblance of control as he glares at me.

“Make it stop but don’t fucking bite me.”

Slate

Every nerve in my body is screaming for relief, pain so stifling I can barely move. However, the feral part of me knows what he wants and it’s a knot. The problem is that I’m staring at a very beautiful Beta, all long, dark silky hair and piercing hazel eyes. He almost seems concerned about my predicament but I’m not falling for that shit.

Still, when he asks to fuck me while holding up that knot ring, I give in. Because fuck, I need it and I haven’t had relief from one of these spikes since they started. I don’t care who this Beta is or what he wants or even if he’s here to break me at some point.

If he’ll fuck me, I don’t care about anything else.

My head lolls to the side as a cramp tears through me, slick pouring between my thighs as I try to stay conscious. I watch the Beta as he undoes the button on his pants and pulls out hiscock. It’s a lot bigger than I would have imagined, thick veins running along the sides, my mouth watering for a taste despite my predicament.

He reaches between my legs and gathers up some slick before using it to slide the ring up his length. He’s taking too fucking long. I will not be fucking teased. Sucking in a breath, I grab the scruff of his shirt and use the element of surprise to drag him under me, the Beta’s eyes going wide when I hook a leg over his waist.

“What—” His words cut off as his hands fly to my hips, fingers digging into my skin as I sink down on his cock, finally finding release. His head falls back against the mattress, his back arching a little. “Sweet baby Jesus.”

But this isn’t about him. It’s aboutme. It’s about relief andmyneeds. For the first time in forever, I can breathe through one of these spikes and it isn’t painful. I rock my hips on top of him, finding my rhythm before losing myself to the pleasure. The knot ring teases my hole as more slick gathers between my thighs, my hands finding purchase on his chest.

I can’t help the visceral need for release, my cock bobbing against my stomach as the pleasure rackets higher. The Beta starts grunting, thrusting up into me, that ring pushing in and out of me until I’m almost feral with the need to keep it inside of me.

And that’s when the part of me I try to keep inside tears free.

A growl rattles through my chest and my fingers dig into the Beta’s flesh through his shirt, drawing blood as I come. My ass clenches down on the silicone knot, not exactly what I need but enough to find relief, pleasure exploding through me. I throw my head back and let out another sound, something combined between a cry and relief, the Beta following seconds later.

He flips me onto my back, snapping his hips against mine with fury as he unloads in me, those hazel eyes almost black. He’sa mess of snarls and soft growls, a purr following that has me coming all over again.

My body is telling me to enjoy this but there’s no reason this Beta should be fucking me like this. Fucking me like… he owns me. Or like he wants to. It takes me a moment to push him off and I scramble up the bed, a mess of slick and come, his release leaking out of me as I stare at him. “What the fuck?”

Now that the spike is over and I have some of my clarity back, I can see that this Beta isn’t just beautiful. He’s gorgeous. He also looks slightly familiar. Sweat beads across his forehead as he reaches down to remove the knot ring and stuff his cock back to his pants before running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I don’t know what that was. I’m Malik, the one who’s tasked to make sure you don’t die. Now, I know a little about feral Omegas but what the fuck was that?”

I lean back against the pillows, letting my body reset, my breathing finally evening out. “That’s a feral spike. I don’t get heats and those just kind of pop up. Pain. Need. It goes away eventually.”

“Does that happen often?”

I shrug, wincing as my shoulder protests. “I tend to block them out, but I don’t have anything with me.” No suppressants, no toys, nothing to dull the spikes. Everything’s back at Veltmoor, and I’m stuck here, in this shithole, with a pack that doesn’t want me. Kael made itveryclear where I belong.

Malik tilts his head, his gaze looking me over before settling back on my face. “Have you found anything that works?”

“Fucking, but no one touches damaged goods. I get it. I’m not wanted here and I don’t want to be here.”

His frown deepens, and I brace for pity, for the usual platitudes, but Malik seems to be the one here who won’t bullshit me. “Well, my job is to make sure you don’t die.”

Lovely.“Then find someone to fuck me before my heart gives out.” Maybe I should be less blunt or submit a little but Malik just saw a very dark piece of the puzzle that makes up my existence. If they’re going to treat me like a burden, that’s fine but the least they can do is provide for my needs so that I can disappear into the shadows.

Malik stays silent for a little longer before nodding. “Noted.” He points to one of the tables. “I brought you something to eat. There’s clothes in the drawers that should fit you. They’re Preston’s old stuff so he won’t mind.”

It feels weird that this Beta is just talking to me like this after he fucked me. Even more weird that he’s still holding that silicone ringandthere’s a few drops of blood gathering on his chest. I glance down at my fingertips, crimson stains on my flesh. “Shit.”

Malik just shrugs. “I liked it and besides, Preston gets a little rough too. He’s going to have fun with me seeing that you marked me.”

The Beta keeps talking about Preston and I can’t tell if he’s throwing it in my face that they have an Omega or it’s just something he says. Not that it matters. I’ll never betheirsand whatever Malik’s reason for fucking me was, it doesn’t mean anything will come of this. “I get the idea you didn’t come in here to help me.” There has to be a catch.

“You’d be correct, but I’m also not going to kick a guy when he’s down. Now, what do you need? I’ll make a list.”

He has to be fucking with me. “Find me a dildo so I can fuck myself the next time I need to.” Relying on this Beta or anyone in the main house for a fuck seems like a bad idea. It just means more cold showers, a thick piece of silicone, and hope that my heart doesn’t give out during the next spike.

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