Page 27 of Feral: Part Two
The fervent need between both of us already has his knot fluttering against my entrance, a whimper tearing from my throat as my fingers curl into the blankets. He thrusts a few times, each slide into my ass causing me to cry out. It’s a cruel combination of pleasure and pain as I give in, his knot pushing inside of me on the last thrust.
Both knots begin to swell as I try to rock back against Kael to force my own orgasm, but it doesn’t come. “Kael—” I gasp, my voice breaking as my body tightens around him, desperate for release.
“Mine,” he growls in my ear, Kael continuing to rock against my ass before he spills into me, filling me up until my own orgasm tears through me, my cock twitching as I spill onto the carpet. Kael lets out a primal roar that echoes through the room as he claims me, the sound running down my spine andheightening my release. “Mine,” he repeats, his voice a jagged edge against the silence.
I sag beneath him, Kael rolling us onto our sides as he lays an arm beneath my head, the other resting over my belly, his breath warm against my ear as he presses a soft kiss to it.
“Hopefully one day I’ll also be yours,” he murmurs, his words a whisper against my skin.
Thane
I've had a full day of doing nothing, and it feels damn good. Preston's been moving from lap to lap, soaking up the attention like the adorable Omega he is. I watch him with a smirk, enjoying the way he preens under our affection, his need for our touch growing exponentially. His usual sass is muted, his cheeks flushed as he waddles between us and then whines when one of us has to get up for something. Slate, on the other hand, is content to sit in the den he constructed in the corner of the living room. He throws smiles to Kael every now and then, and I can't help but wonder what the hell happened to them this morning. There was this surge of acceptance through the bond; whatever it is, it's got me on my toes, dancing around the kitchen and being a downright nuisance to Malik.
"Will you stop fucking around?" Malik grumbles, though his smile belies the irritation in his voice.
I grin, feeling a familiar need stirring up in my chest. I've been fighting this attraction to our Beta for a few days now, but I can't ignore it any longer. I push him up against the fridge, my body pressing against his as I attack his mouth much the same way I did yesterday. He lets out a groan as the tension in his body melts away.
With the sweet, syrupy scents of our Omegas coating every inch of the room, I need a release and neither one of them needs to be moving like that. Malik leans his head back against the fridge, an eyebrow raised, daring me to go further. We’ve only ever kissed, the line between general attraction and needing to claim my Beta blurring.
“Do it,” he breathes as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.
I dip my hand into his pants and pull out his cock. It’s thicker than I would have imagined, now that I’m holding it, that knot at the tip, swelling ever so slightly as I run my hand along his length. He keeps his eyes on me, grunting as his hips buck into my touch. When I squeeze his knot, his lips part with a gasp that has me wanting every little sound he can give me.
I lean in, my lips finding the tender skin just above his shoulder, and bite down gently, pulse racing beneath my teeth. My other hand grips his neck, holding him in place as I nip and lick before kissing him again, our tongues tangling together. He’s almost pliant beneath my touch but somehow still firm, giving me control but not letting me take it completely.
A wholly Alpha sound drags my attention to the living room, a chuckle rumbling through my chest at our Omegas’ reactions. Their pupils are dilated, both of them watching us with an intensity that makes my cock throb. Kael has Preston leaned back in his lap, one hand on his belly, the other down his panties.Slate is just as enthralled, on his knees, his hands fisted on his thighs, his shorts tented. The lighter fabric is dark with precum, Slate slowly rocking his hips forward at what he sees.
I turn back to Malik, a wicked grin on my face.
"Seems our pack would like to see you fall apart," I murmur, pushing my purr into my voice. "Are you ready, Beta?"
Malik's eyes flash with challenge. "Do your worst, Alpha.”
I continue to stroke him, my hand moving with more urgency, wanting to find that sweet part where our Beta falls apart in my hands. I see it now, what Kael sees in him. Malik is a charmer and smart and a nurturer but he’s also fucking gorgeous and the defiance in his eyes as he takes what he wants even as I am guiding him to his release is addicting. Malik's breath comes in short gasps, his body trembling as his knot starts to swell between us, a final stroke making him come undone. He lets out a garbled moan as his hands move to grip my arms, his nails digging in so hard it feels like he'll draw blood.
His release coats my hand, Malik’s head hitting the fridge as he sags against the metal. “Holy fuck, Thane.”
I don’t give him time to relax as I spin him around and strip his pants down his thighs before pressing him against the metal again.
"Fuck, that's cold," he mutters, his voice still breathy.
I press up against him and lean down, my lips finding his ear as I whisper, "Now, it's my turn. I'm going to open you up with your own release and fuck you and knot you right in front of the others." Malik buries his face against the metal as I unearth my own cock and rub his release along my length before slowly opening him up, our Beta rocking back against my fingers.
The newer knot at the tip of my cock makes it a tighter fit, Malik letting out another moan as I push inside of him. “Jesus Christ, you’re tight.”
“No, Thane, you’re just big. And fuck, that burns.”
I pause, wondering if my eagerness overrode his safety, Malik chuckling and reaching around to grab my hip before jamming his ass backwards. He swallows my cock whole, knot and all, my hands falling to his hips seconds later. I nearly come right there, but find the control to pull out and then drive back into him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us.
"Tell me you want this, Leek," I growl. "Tell me you want me to stuff you with my cock."
"Holy shit, yeah," Malik gasps, his voice breathless. "Do it. I'm going to come again."
I surge forward, my body slamming into his as my knots start to swell, the pressure building and strangling my length as he squeezes down on me. The need to claim him,trulyclaim him, grows as I explode inside of him, my teeth finding his shoulder in a quick, hard bite.
Malik cries out, his body convulsing as he comes again, both of us standing there for several seconds before I pull back to look at the new mark. For a brief moment, I’m proud of it, my tongue dipping out to run along the wound and then I remember where I am and justwhoI bit.
Our Beta twists his head around, my knots already deflating, a mixture of pain and pleasure in his gaze. "You fucking bastard," he mutters.
