Page 33 of Feral: Part Two
Thane pulls out just as he comes, spraying my face and chest with his release, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. I come too, flooding my panties a third time, the sensation even more intense than the last orgasm. I let out a wild sound, a mix of pleasure and relief, as Kael growls, "We're not done with you yet, not until our knots fully swell and lock you in."
Thane moves to start working the cum into my chest, his fingers tweaking my nipples beneath the lace, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me. "That's so sensitive," I gasp, my body arching into his touch.
"I'm going to come again, I..." I trail off, the words lost in a moan as another orgasm tears through me, the pleasure slipping between my thighs. This almost feels like a spike, but I’m conscious for all of it. It’s also not terrifying.
"Come as many times as you need," Kael encourages, his voice a low rumble of approval.
Preston
Watching Slate get fucked like that is another kind of experience, a fantasy of my own making, mostly because I feel like a little whale. An adorable whale, though. I’m mad I didn’t even notice him pulling away at first. I didn’t want him to get sick with whatever I had and by the time I was on the mend, he was anywhere but in the den we built together.
I stare at the tangle of legs and thighs, laughing when Slate lets out a little moan and then curls into Kael’s side, passed out from being fucked as hard as he was. They moved to the floor shortly after Malik and Kael’s knots when down, Thane filling him just as easily as if it was some kind of competition to see who could fuck Slate the hardest.
They don’t get to do that with me. I don’t like that kind of roughness, but knowing that Slate does means just one more reason he’s perfect for us.
A sharp pain jabs in my side and I shift onto my hand, trying to release the pressure, but that only sends a sharper jolt through me, cutting through the peaceful haze of the moment. When another jab hits me, directly in my belly, I have to bite back the need to cry out. Tears well up in my eyes as I push to my feet, every movement feeling like I’m moving through molasses. My body is hot and overwhelmed, every nerve ending hypersensitive as I start waddling toward the den. Each step sends waves of discomfort through my swollen belly, something fundamental shifting inside me.
I start pulling the blankets closer around me the moment I get into the dark space, needing their weight and warmth more than I can explain, the familiar scents of our pack woven into every fiber. The pain heightens as I grab my belly, tears welling up in my eyes as I try to breathe through it, wondering if there’s something wrong with the babies.
My fingers dig into my skin before I start shedding my clothes, whimpering as heat flushes through me, the cry I had been holding back slipping through my lips. And then in the next second, a sense of peace washes over me, the world around me changing into a vivid landscape even in the darkness.
I glance down to see white fur and paws, my swollen belly a pale red beneath the fur as everything in my body contracts. Little squeaks and mewls escape from my throat as I settle onto my side, the white fur of my pregnant belly stretching tight over the lives growing inside me. I can feel the babies moving with increasing urgency, their small forms pressing against my ribs and making my breathing shallow.
Footsteps pull me back to reality as I twist to see Thane kneeling at the edge of the den. His large frame fills up the spaceas he moves inside and helps rest my head in his lap. "They're coming, aren't they? The babies?"
I nod, tears gathering in my fox eyes as I scoot closer. The movement sends another sharp pang through my abdomen, confirmation of what we both already know. My body has made the decision for all of us—ready or not, these children are coming into the world.
I'm terrified because I thought I had six more months to prepare. Six more months to get used to the idea of being a parent, to figure out how to raise children in captivity, to ensure that our pack was stable enough to protect new lives. The accelerated timeline of our supernatural pregnancies has stolen that preparation time from me.
Another sharp pang hits, stronger than the others, a whine tearing from my throat. The sound is high and desperate, carrying all my fear and pain and uncertainty. I can't help but think about how young these babies will be, how vulnerable, how dependent on us for everything.
Thane starts running his fingers through my fur, the gentle repetitive motion immediately soothing some of the panic building in my chest. "I'm just going to call Nathan, okay? We can't exactly get you to the clinic in this state."
The pain continues to build, coming in waves that seem to sync with my heartbeat. My breath comes in little pants as I try to find a rhythm that helps me cope. The fox form should make this easier, but the human part of me knows how complicated this could turn out.
"Hold on," Thane tells me, his hand never stopping its gentle movement through my fur. "Everything will be okay."
The combination of his touch and scent is helping me stay calm, but it still hurts so badly. All I want to know is that the babies are safe. That's it. Nothing else matters—not the pain, not the fear, not the uncertainty about our future. Just that theseprecious lives I've been carrying will enter the world healthy and whole.
I think about Slate, passed out in Kael's arms just rooms away, and wonder if he can sense what's happening. Our bond has grown so strong over these past weeks, the connection between us as deep as anything I share with my original pack. Will he wake up knowing that everything is about to change? Will his own pregnancy respond to mine, triggering early labor for him too?
The thought of going through this together, of our children being born close enough in time to grow up as siblings, brings a moment of warmth even through the pain. Maybe this accelerated timeline isn't a curse. Maybe it's exactly what our unconventional pack needs.
Another contraction hits, stronger than the rest, and my cry comes out as an agonized squeak as Thane's scent grows more protective. Through our bond, I can feel him calling for the others, summoning our pack to surround us during this most vulnerable moment.
I close my eyes and focus on breathing, on trusting my body to know what it's doing, on believing that somehow we'll all make it through this together.
Thane
I’m not sure I can do that again.
Watching Preston come and go as he fought to push out our babies had my heart in my throat, even more so when Nathan finally arrived and Preston nearly tried to kill him for getting too close.
But now, they’re here, Preston still in his shifted form, curled protectively around two little pups, one stark white like Preston, the other a deep ruddy orange. They're so small, so perfect, their tiny mouths working instinctively as they drink milk from our Omega. The sight of them fills me with an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and wonder that I never expected to feel this intensely.
Nathan is only a few inches away, checking Preston's heartbeat with his stethoscope. The rest of our pack is sittingjust outside the den, their faces a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and concern. It was a few hours of touch and go before Preston finally gave birth, and honestly, I wasn't sure we were all going to make it through intact.
But now I'm wondering why Preston isn't shifting back to human form. Every time Nathan tries to move closer, he would growl at him with a ferocity I've never heard from him before. And whenever anyone else tried to enter the den, specifically Slate, Preston almost attacked him. Hell, Kael actually got bit when he tried to reach for one of the babies.
