Page 2 of Feral: Part Two
I swear that it’s larger than yesterday, after waking up with lower back pain. My fingers curl around the counter, my knuckles whitening as he sinks into my ass, his knot already fluttering against my hole. He drags me back against his chest, his free hand dropping to wrap around my cock.
In his hands like this, I’m at his mercy. My pleasure is his to control, and while I fucking hate that too, I need it. I crave it. I like Thane just fine, but Kael has a roughness that the others don’t, and maybe it’s a little masochistic to like this, but my Omega heart is salivating for his big fat cock to split me open.
“Move already,” I growl out. Kael just laughs as I twist around to drag Preston’s chair closer. He lets out a yelp as I shove his panties down below his cock and swallow him whole. His taste explodes on my tongue as his fingers sift into my hair, the movement enough to push Kael over the edge.
I need his fucking knot, but I won’t ask for it.
Kael pulls out and slams back in as I nearly choke on Preston, coughing around his length. Tears gather in my eyes as Kael moves his hands to my waist, his grip bruising. I won’t last long, this fucker stretching my hole further as he shoves his knot into me with every thrust.
My legs buckle beneath me, the Alpha holding me up by sheer force, my entire body on fire as I finally get what I need. At this point, he’s just using me as a fucking hole, Preston picking up the slack as he thrusts down my throat.
And it feelswonderful.
The heat builds as I lightly grip Preston’s thighs, moaning around his cock until he spills into my mouth. I greedily drink it up just as Kael thrusts for the last time, his knot swelling inside of me. He strokes me off a few times before I come as well, my eyes widening when Kael’s knot continues to swell.
It’s larger than last time, and I have to widen my stance a little to comfortably take in the stretch. That’s when I realize something is wrong.
I pull off of Preston’s cock, a whine tearing from my throat again. Kael moves to sit down and settles me on top of him as my head falls back to his shoulder. “Too full. Fuck, you’re so big. Kael… fuck,Alpha!” I grab my belly as the stretch becomes painful, the sudden flood of his release making me come all over again, my own little knot swelling and fluttering at the tip of my cock.
He's got another knot.
I can feel it, stuffed inside of me, mirroring what my cock looks like. The tears I was holding back earlier start to fall, even as Kael drops his lips down to his bite, sucking my skin between his teeth. “It feels like you're suffocating my cock,” Kael purrs, an angry edge to his tone. “My cock feels swollen, but you’re taking it so fucking well, little fuck. Maybe next time I’ll fuck your throat with it.”
That shouldn’t get me hot.
My gaze moves back to Preston, who’s sprawled out in his chair, looking like a hot mess, his cock still bobbing outside of his panties. “Don’t hurt him, Alpha. You’re not allowed to hurt my Omega.”
A smirk plays on my lips at how much that seems to irk Kael. I wiggle on his cock, trying to rile him up again, but only find discomfort. I’m not sure I like this double-knot situation. I also don’t know what it is. Kael stills my movements, breathing a little harder before flooding my ass again. A groan slips from my lips at the sensation just as his knot starts to deflate.
I can’t get off his lap fast enough, stumbling toward Preston with Kael’s cum slipping down my thighs. I can already feel his disappointment and confusion through the bond. Omegas are needy creatures by nature, seeking out our Alphas for comfortand attention. And while biologically I need that, I won’t beg for it.
“Thanks,” I mutter, finding my shorts, which slipped off when Kael pulled me into the chair. “That was fun.”
Kael grunts. “That’s it?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Did you want a gold star? Maybe a kiss? My submission? It’s not that fucking easy. I can’t and I won’t do that. I get that you have a pack to protect and now, unfortunately, I’m part of it. But guess what? I’m not going anywhere. Your bite is on my shoulder.Deal with it.” I fist my hands on either side of me, Preston softly brushing his hand across my shoulder.
“Sweetie—”
I shrug away from him. “No! Fuck, I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you, Preston, but I can’t just forget and submit. I’ve had my heart ripped out enough to know when to protect it.” I almost apologize to him, but I’m not sorry. Falling for Preston is easy. Malik will be next, I’m sure, and Thane is an Alpha I can respect. But Kael? He’s going to have to put a little more effort in than just giving me his knot.
Which reminds me to look down and there it is. A newer bulge at the tip of his cock, just like mine. I wonder if this fox shifter thing extends to the whole pack or if I’m just the odd one out. Regardless, I’ve gotten what I need. Breakfast is complete, and all I want to do is crawl into my den and block out the world.
Two steps down the hallway, and I hear Preston. “Slate, you didn’t eat anything.”
I don’t answer him as I continue toward my room. I hadn’t planned on doing that.
Preston
My thighs and belly are covered in cum and Slate’s scent as Kael tucks himself back into his pants before reaching forward to yank my panties back up my hips. The fabric clings to my skin, the smell of sex thick in the air, my cock still twitching as if I could go another round despite the ache in my chest.
My mind isn’t even here, in this moment. It’s on Slate, on the way he looked so damn mad, his dark eyes burning as he stalked off. I could tell it wasn’t at me, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
I sit up a little, groaning at the weight of my belly that absolutely wasn’t there yesterday. My hands slide to cup the extended skin as I turn my glare on Kael. “You’re an ass,” I tell him, my voice laced with the frustration that’s been building all morning. I’m not even sure why I was suddenly that needy, butKael’s determination to split me and my Omega up over the last few days is pissing me off.
Kael’s eyes narrow, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he gives me a little space. “I didn’t even fucking do anything.” His voice is rough, a growl just under the surface, but I can feel his confusion through the bond, mixed with that stubborn anger he carries like a shield.
For so long, it’s just been the four of us. We were friends and then cellmates and now packmates and I’m having their children. And now Slate is here and Kael just can’t understand that Slate is all of ours. Well, he’s mostlymine.
