Page 20 of Feral: Part Two
The transition is slow, all of the tightness and heaviness of my belly coming back all at once. My skin feels hypersensitive again, every brush of fabric against my flesh sending little sparks through my nervous system. I liked it a lot better being curled up with Slate in our fox forms because now that I have the option, this human belly is bullshit.
"How are you doing, princess?" Kael asks as he helps me sit up and then pulls me into his side.
I shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that doesn't make my swollen belly feel like it's about to burst. "I think these babies are coming soon. I don't even know how to explain it, but I just kind of want to... burrow."
Every instinct I have is screaming at me to find the darkest, most protected space possible and curl up there until this is over. My hands move restlessly over the blankets, arranging and rearranging them like I'm trying to build something that doesn't exist yet. In my head, I absolutely know that I’m having my babies in this den because it’s as close to Slate as I can get.
Malik snorts from the other side, his hazel eyes full of curiosity. "How did it feel to shift?"
A grin spreads across my face despite the discomfort coursing through my body. The memory of being in fox form is still vivid, still intoxicating in ways I'm struggling to put into words.
"It was wonderful," I breathe, my voice taking on a dreamy quality. "Peaceful and amazing to be in another body. Everything was so much sharper - smells, sounds, even the way light looked different. And the connection with Slate..." I trail off, trying to find words for something that transcends any explanation I could possibly put out. "It was like we could talk without talking, like our minds were linked in this incredible way."
I place a hand to my belly, something feeling distinctly off as I wriggle around in the nest. The babies are moving more thanusual, but it's more than that - there's a restlessness in my body that feels different.
Slate’s scent is way more potent than usual too but he’s not here and I really don’t understand why I’m reacting to it. I can usually control my pheromones. It’s what made it easier to have other Omegas in this house, but I’m failing at it.
"The fox form felt so natural," I continue, trying to distract myself from whatever's building inside me. "Like I'd been wearing the wrong skin my whole life and finally found the right one. And being with Slate in that form... It was like we were two parts of the same whole."
Kael sits up straighter, his Alpha instincts clearly picking up on my distress. I let out a low whine before I can stop myself, the sound more animalistic than human.
"Is it the babies?" Malik asks urgently, moving closer to me. "Baby, Preston, talk to me."
The concern in his voice makes something warm bloom in my chest even as the strange sensations continue to build. "I suddenly feel really hot."
Kael just sighs as if he already knows what is wrong. I twist around to look up at him, not expecting to find desire lurking in his expression. "This just happened to Slate when he shifted back," Kael muses. "He said he gets something like feral spikes. I had to knot him." He lowers his head a little, his lips brushing my ear. “Are you feeling needy, princess?”
Another whine tears from my throat as slick coats my ass and spills onto the blankets below. I sit up a little further, looking out into the room for Slate, my gaze locking on the mattress. He’s lying on his side, Thane wrapped up around his back.
I grit my teeth as another wave of whatever this is washes over me, my hands clenching the blankets. When our eyes lock, everything else fades away. I can feel his confusion, hisown discomfort, the way his body is responding to whatever biological imperative is driving both of us.
Without thinking, I reach my hand out toward him. "I need you."
My vision blurs as Slate slips off the bed and moves toward me, another whine escaping my lips as the heat intensifies. Small purrs drag me farther under as Slate comes closer, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs. I feel myself yanked forward, my back hitting the bottom of the den as he lifts my legs before he presses his face to my ass, his tongue diving inside of me.
The sensation of Slate's tongue takes over my ability to think, jolts of pleasure surging through me. I buck against Slate's face, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more. My hands find their way into Slate's hair, gripping tightly as his tongue hits a spot that makes me cry out.
A large hand wraps around my cock, and I glance over to see Kael hovering nearby, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. "You look so gorgeous coming apart on our Omega's tongue," Kael murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my body.
I come undone, my body convulsing with pleasure as I coat Kael’s hand with my release. The heat within me only intensifies, urging me for more, demanding me to take. Slate doesn't relent, his tongue and fingers working in a relentless rhythm, drawing out my pleasure until I'm a trembling, gasping mess.
Kael, meanwhile, continues to stroke my cock, another wave of ecstasy already building, my body coiling tighter. It’s not enough, though. I wriggle between them, Slate sitting up with a wild look in his eyes, his lips and chin glistening with my slick.
His tongue darts out to clean himself up, his skin flushing with his own arousal as he hums at my taste. That only sets me off further, Kael slowly laying me on my side, my gaze still firmlyon Slate. “I’ve got you, princess. Just keep watching our Omega over there.” I do, realizing that everyone in this room is naked, save for Malik. That as soon as Kael lies behind me, I can feel every hard ridge of his body against mine, his double-knotted dick pressing between my ass cheeks.
“Oh god, I’m going to be stuffed,” I moan as he pushes just the tip inside of me. The first knot is already expanding, my fingers digging into the sheets as he pushes in further. “Holy fuck, yes. That’s what I need. More. Alpha…” My voice trails off as he surges forward, the force shifting me a few inches closer to Slate.
Slate
The gasp that falls from Preston’s lips has heat building up in my belly, almost with the same urgency from earlier. I’m not even sure when I fell asleep after Kael knotted me and I didn’t feel anything when Thane carried me to the bed, but now, I’m hot and needy all over again.
I take a hesitant step back, my voice rough and unsteady as I mutter, “I just got fucked. Why do I need more?” My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I move to press my hands to the floor and push my ass up in the air, my hole angrily clenching around nothing.
Malik shifts out from the den and moves in behind me, the sound of clothes falling to the floor cutting through the haze of my thoughts. “Because your pheromones are feeding off Preston’s. He can’t control himself like he usually does. Do youwant someone to fuck you, Slate?” I don’t answer with words. My nostrils flare, a silent battle raging within me. I know my body is betraying me, craving more even when my mind screams it’s too much. Finally, I nod, a silent plea for release.
Malik presses up against my ass, his cock sliding through my ass cheeks, slick coating him with every pass of his length. Without warning, he thrusts into me, filling me completely with one surge. I buck backward, needing more, my nails digging into the carpet. My gaze locks onto Preston, Kael fucking into him with the same relentless intensity.
Thane’s voice rumbles from above, the Alpha stepping in front of me. His fingers slowly sift into my hair, dragging my head upwards, level with his cock. “Jesus Christ, when Nathan said we would be—”
