Page 26 of Feral: Part Two
Slate slowly lets go of my hand, the Omega processing what I've shared. "You already know my story."
"I know the story that everyone else has told me. I know the story your marks tell me, but I don't knowyourstory." I lean forward slightly, trying to convey the sincerity behind my words. "Tell me, who is Slate?"
He's quiet for a long moment, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. When he finally speaks, his voice is so quiet I almost miss it. "I'm just an Omega who wants to be wanted."
After everything he's been through, all the trauma and manipulation and systematic breaking down, that's what it comes down to. The most basic need that every person has—to matter to someone, to be chosen, to be valued.
"And?" I prompt, sensing there's more he needs to say.
"And nothing." His voice gets even smaller. "I just for once want to be in a pack that wants me and isn't constantly looking to get rid of me."
"This pack could be that for you," I offer without hesitation. A few days ago, I wanted him out, but now, I only want to wrap him up in the safety I offer. The problem is getting him to believe that.
Slate's expression remains guarded. "We're cordial with each other and I get that, but it's biology that is pulling us together, not emotions."
"I thought the same thing, too, but biology doesn't make us care or make us love. Slate, biology makes me want to fuck you and knot you and make you submit. It doesn't make me want to talk to you and spend time with you. If this truly was only because of biology, I would have gathered you up and carried you back to your den in the main house without asking where you wanted to be. I would probably fuck you out of spite for leaving that safe space and then hold you through the night, needing to connect with you."
"So, you don't want to fuck me?" Slate asks, his brows furrowing with confusion.
"Oh, I do.” I lean closer, running my nose along his forehead before pulling back. “I very much want to fuck you, but I also want to get to know my Omega. I want to find out who Slate is, what he likes, what he wants in life."
"There isn't really much of a life in here.” His shoulders fall a little bit, a small sigh slipping through his lips.
"I'd beg to differ. Regardless, though, I'm here to make amends and I know that comes with time, but I'm hoping this is a start."
"Yeah, it is," he says simply, and the acceptance in those three words means more than any grand declaration could.
I observe him for a little longer, watching as he rests back against the wall, his cheeks flushed with the effort of carrying his rapidly growing belly. His scent shifts slightly, sweetening just a bit before settling. When we’re not butting heads, he’s actually very cute,adorableeven. "As much as I'd like to ask you to come back in the house, I'm sensing that it's a bit too much in there for you right now. However, I'd love to stay with you if you’d let me."
Slate looks a little wary, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. There's something he wants to say but seems reluctant to voice.
"What? You've never been shy with your words around me, don't start now."
The challenge in my tone does exactly what I hoped it would—it gives him permission to be honest, to ask for what he needs without shame.
"I need you to fuck my face," he says, the words coming out in a rush.
"What?" The request catches me off guard, not because of what he's asking for, but because of the desperation underlying it.
"I want it to hurt and I want you to knot me." He meets my gaze, hope lingering in his expression. “I know I freaked out with Thane and Malik, but it wasn’t like that. I wanted that, but I wasn’t ready, and I don’t… I don’t want to be restrained when I don’t know it’s going to happen. But I need…”
I grin, unable to hide my satisfaction at his honesty. "Little Omega, do you need my cum? Is that what you're asking for?"
"I don't know why I need it but I do and it's getting worse, but then you can stay in here. I just..."
He trails off, but I understand what he's trying to say. This is his way of accepting my presence, of allowing intimacy while still maintaining some control over the situation. It's a compromise that lets him get what his body is craving while also testing whether I'll treat him with care or just use him.
Slate
"Slate, I'll give you what you need. Turn onto your hands and knees,” Kael instructs, his tone leaving no room for argument. I obey, a spike of excitement pushing me to move as fast as I can while being mindful of the heavy curve of my pregnant belly. The blankets I stole from the bed are soft beneath my palms, a stark contrast to the tension coiling inside me. I can feel his gaze on me as I settle into position, my thighs parting slightly to accommodate the bulge of my stomach.
Before I can overthink, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants and slides them down my thighs, the fabric pooling around my knees. “I’m going to knot you the way you need,” he purrs. “And then I’m going to hold you while you sleep. We both don’t do nice, but Preston doesn’t do rough. You need yourAlpha to stave off another feral spike and I need to claim you and cover you in my scent. All I ask is if it’s too much, you tell me.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, a mix of relief and fear. I shake my head, my voice steady despite the need raging inside me. “I don’t have any limits,” I reply, the words bitter on my tongue. But it’s the truth. After everything that’s happened to me, I don’t really care how I get my relief.
Kael’s grip tightens on my waist, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “I know,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “And I’m asking you to start caring about yourself.”
His words strike deeper than his touch, and I flinch inwardly, but there’s no time to process. He’s already moving, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Slick coats my ass, easing Kael’s thrust inside of me, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes me cry out. My own cock rocks forward with each of his movements, trapped between my belly and the carpet.
