Page 31 of Feral: Part Two
Preston holds his hand out, wiggling his fingers until I come close enough to take it. “Sweetie, look at me. First off, we don’t have a lot of time. Thane and Malik went to make food, which at this point I think might be code for fucking. Second, I can’t say I’m sorry enough. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t belong and if I knew you wouldn’t get sick along with me, I would have had you right there, but I didn’t want to risk your babies.” He presses his free hand to my belly, rubbing a few times before smiling up at me. “They’re kicking. You’re almost ready, too, aren’t you?” I can only nod as he squeezes my hand a little tighter. “Lastly, thisisyour pack and you are absolutely allowed to demand and ask and take. I know you need them because I do and neglecting what you need doesn’t help anyone. You forget we’re mated.”
I frown, reaching up to run my fingers over our Alphas’ bites on my shoulder. “And yet, no one…”
Preston snorts. “Slate, Kael did. We canfeelyou. When you started cutting us out, I knew something was wrong, but I was so delirious I couldn’t do shit. I spent all of yesterday in my other form and when I tried to speak to you, it was like you couldn’t hear me.”
“Wait, what?” Now, I feel like a bastard.
“I’m not blaming you, Slate. I’m saying that you felt alone and you did what you had to do to protect your heart. I can’t imagine what it felt like thinking that it was starting up all over again, but I’m not ever letting you go and Kael will never say it, but he’s a little obsessed with you.”
A chuckle slips out as I shake my head. “He always finds me. It’s like he can sniff me out.”
“Probably. Now, no more pulling away. I’m healthy as a… well, I’m alive and waddling, so we’re going to get you some time with our mates, okay?” He gestures to the lace on the bed. “I brought bribes.”
I glare at the lingerie and then back at Preston. “Fuck no.” I stick my finger in one of the panties and raise the rose-pink piece, Preston throwing me a mischievous grin. "I'm not wearing that. I already barely fit into the shirt Thane gave me," I say, instinctively taking a step back.
Preston drops both hands to his belly, throwing out another sigh. “You don’t want to ask and they’re too stubborn to figure out what the fuck is going on. Kael will think he’s doing enough and Thane has kind of been obsessed with Malik. It’s almost nauseating.”
Don’t I know that. They’ve been all over each other since Thane fucked him in the kitchen and it’s like watching rabid animals attack each other in heat. Preston loves watching and I have to be careful of which room I slink into at night because I’ll find Malik between his Alphas, blissed out and fucked well into unconsciousness.
“I don’t see how lingerie is going to help with all this. This is kind of your thing.”
Preston bursts out laughing, wiggling forward in his seat to sit on the edge. “You really think I just wear lingerie because I like it? I mean, I do. But in reality, it’s because our Alphas can’t help but touch. It’s one of theirthings.It took a lot of alcohol and trust to get that out of them, but I walk around the house in that because it gets me fucked and Jesus Christ, I’m a slut for a knot.”
I dig into the set, each piece skimpier than the last. “So, I’m just supposed to… what? Like, put this on and walk out there? I don’t need to get fucked, Preston. Just more attention would be nice.”
“And you’re adorable. You’re so used tobadattention that you have no idea what a good Alpha knot or Beta knot in this case will do for you. Slate, getting fucked isn’t all just about the sensation and feeling good. It helps strengthen the bond. It helpsyou get closer. It helps your instincts, the Omega inside of you, realize how much your mates truly love you.”
I blink a few times, repeating the word love a few times under my breath.
“They probably don’t know it yet and we’re not exactly conventional in the love department, but yes.Love.Now, put on some lace and waddle your ass out there.”
I don’t move because I don’t really know what to do.Love?That’s not possible. They’ve made it very clear over the last few days where their priorities lie. Well, at least that’s what my head is telling me. Preston clears his throat, tilting his head to the side when I return my attention to him.
“Sweetie, I know your head wants to tell you that this will end up like all the other packs you were a part of. But tell me that you can trust me just a little, that they want you.”
I open my mouth to refute his claim, but I can’t. Because he’s right, in some convoluted way. I don’t ask for what I want. I’ve been waiting for them to come and give it to me, the way they do with Preston, but they don’t know me. They have absolutely no idea what I need or what I want and closing off the bond has made it all but impossible to do so.
“Okay,” I finally push out.
“Thank goodness, because you’re smelling really sweet and Nathan said that if we neglect our instincts, we might end up in a feral spike like the last time. I already feel really hot and clammy. This way, you can get what you need and I can get what I need."
I do need the connection, the physical claim, the proof that I matter to them. But asking for it feels like admitting weakness, like revealing just how desperate I am for their attention and care.
"Are you feeling okay?" I ask, suddenly concerned by his mention of feeling hot and clammy.
"I think the babies are going to come soon. Based on the two-month timeline he gave you, I'm way past my due date and it's like everything got sped up. I'm ready to pop and I can just feel it. It's like my body knows."
I resign myself to Preston’s plan, knowing that he’s not going to stop asking and he does always look really pretty in the lace. I might not look the same, but if it’ll get me fucked without asking, I’ll do it. I’m too tired to put up a fight like I did before to get their cocks so I’m game for anything. However… with this belly, there’s no way I’m fitting into that shit. "I'm not stable enough to put that shit on and your Alphas usually help you," I admit.
Preston grins, and there's something beautiful about how easily he can shift from worry to joy, from uncertainty to determination. "I'll help."
He shimmies fully off the chair and points to the black lace before dropping to his knees. It takes him a few moments and a lot of grunts before he situates himself there, watching my face move from slight distaste to horror. It’s not just panties but a full lingerie one-piece. There’s darkened pieces around the nips and where my cock will sit, an almost satin material that has my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
“I can’t wear this,” I whisper even as my cock thickens in my shorts, slick already gathering around my hole. Preston just giggles as he starts yanking my shorts down my thighs, my cock slapping against my clothed stomach. A groan tears from my throat as he leans in to suck my tip into his mouth, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the sudden pleasure shooting through me. “Preston… don’t… I…”
“And you told me you were fine.” Preston muses as he pulls back. He tugs at my shorts and I hold onto his shoulders to step out of them before he holds his hand out for the black lace. I comply and step into it as he helps me, the drastic change in fabric putting me at the edge. A small whimper falls from my lipsas the satin grazes my hardened cock, Preston watching as I pull off my shirt and then pull the lace up over my shoulders.
I feel woefully exposed, my body betraying me as more slick gathers and drenches the lace before slipping down my thighs. I clench my fists on either side of me, Preston leaning forward to suck my cock through the fabric right back into his mouth.
