Page 26 of Feral: Part One

He liberally coats his fingers before reaching behind me and roughly opening me up, his lips smashing to me. There’s no time for niceties or foreplay, Kael grunting as he fucks me with his fingers. I moan into the kiss, fumbling with the button of his pants to unearth his cock. It’s like this is the last piece of the puzzle, being claimed by my Alpha.

Not soon enough, Kael has his cock positioned at my ass and thrusts up into me, the bite of pain giving way to pleasure. Thestretch is just on the side of too much as I cling to him, Kael fucking me just as ruthlessly as he does everything else. His lips find mine again, softer this time, a loving kiss that contrasts the fire in his touch.

My head falls back as his lips attach to my neck, finding his bite mark and sucking hard on it until I’m coming all over his stomach, Kael thrusting up one last time so that his knot starts to swell inside of me. A cry tears from my throat at the fullness, Kael letting out a small purr to ease the disorientation that comes with being stuffed like this.

His hands move up and down my sides, the tattered shreds of my pants still clinging to my thighs. It’s always explosive between us like this and I’d never want it any differently.

“We need to do this more often,” Kael murmurs in my ear, his knot slowly easing back out of me. He stays put there, my ass still nursing his length.

A dark chuckle falls from my lips as my fingers trace his collarbone. “Yeah, we do, but tell me what’s going through your mind right now, Alpha.” That’s yet another thing. We don’t fuck unless we’re trying to work something out. Not that I don’t love this man but that we don’t work the same way we do with Preston.

I rock my hips forward, drawing a moan from him. Kael’s eyes darken, his gaze distant for a moment. “We’re going to be keeping Slate, aren’t we?”

I laugh, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “Would it be so bad to have Slate here? The doc said feral is a designation, not something you heal. He’ll be through to check on Slate and Preston. I have a feeling all this shit is tied together but Nathan wouldn’t say much over the phone.”

“He’s yours and Preston’s, isn’t he?”

“Yes, and Thane’s. He’s probably yours too, if you’d let him be.”

“This is going to mess up everything.”

I lean back, meeting his gaze, seeing the tiredness beneath those deep blue eyes for the first time. “No, we just need to find a different way out.”

He lets out a bitter laugh that puts me on edge. “That’s the problem. Bonding an Omega, everything else going on? I don’t think they’re letting us out.”

That is news to me but a thought that isn’t foreign. They’ve never required us to bond someone into our pack, never required anything to be official. The Omegas dropped off here were hardly checked on. We did as we pleased until it was time for them to be taken from us. But this is different and it would make sense that Wolfscorge wouldn’t just let us walk out of here in a year without some heavy stipulations.

Even if we were to leave, we’d probably still have rules.

“If the council finds out about this, we’re fucked.”

I just shrug because we can’t really hide it. “We’re already fucked. We just have to figure out how to make it work. And as Preston said, lay off of Slate. You don’t have to love him but your Omega does and it would break his heart if you did something to ruin that.”

Kael sighs as he leans back in the chair. “You like him too.”

“Yes.”

I almost add an explanation for why or how it feels or that the bond seems to be strengthening rather than waning but Kael doesn’t need all of that. All he needs to know is that Slate isn’t going anywhere. Not anymore.

Preston

Pressed up against Slate’s back feels like the perfect place to be. My arm is draped over his waist, our bodies tucked tight in his little den, well tight as can be with my belly in the way. The blankets and pillows are all wrong, rough and scratchy but this ishisspace and I fucking love it. Even if the darkness down here is making me a little antsy.

When I tried to pull him from his den and into my nest, he wouldn’t budge so now we’re here, Malik on the other side of Slate after promising our Alphas to keep me safe.

I fought tooth and nail to be here, my Alphas’ growls echoing in my ears as I stood my ground, demanding to stay withmy Omega. However, now it feels like something is wrong. I sit up a little, looking down at Slate to find his chest rising and falling erratically, his body trembling against mine. My hand slides tohis chest, finding his skin clammy and slick with sweat. Panic flares through the bond, my chest flooding with his distress.

“Leek?Leek!Get up, something’s wrong.”

Malik stirs, grumbling something incoherent, and bangs his head on the bedframe with a curse. His hazel eyes snap open and then he focuses on Slate before moving faster than I’ve ever seen him. He slides out from under the bed and pulls Slate into his arms before carrying him to the bathroom.

I scramble after them, my heart in my throat as I pray that my Omega isn’t seriously hurting. Slate’s eyes are unfocused, his hands fisting and then uncurling as if he’s trying to weather the pain.

“He’s burning up! You have to do something.” A tear slips down my cheek as I crowd closer, cupping Slate’s face in my hands when Malik sits him on the toilet to start the shower. “Sweetie, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

Slate groans, his voice rough from just waking up. “I’m so hot. I don’t… I need…” He starts scratching at his clothes, stripes running through the fabric as if his nails are more than just… nails. I frown as the flushed skin beneath appears, his distress burning hotter.

Malik guides him into the shower and I’m right there with him, trying to help but unable to do anything. Slate lets out another sound, something between a whine and a shriek, his eyes glowing faintly. He whips around toward me, flashing a strangled smile that has Malik yanking him backward.

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