Page 29 of Harley

Dash runs his hand down his bare chest and into the front of his jeans to cup his cock.

I lick my lips. Fuck. “Stop trying to distract me. You can't do things like that. Testing our restraint like that is very hard, especially for Knight. You can't test him like that. He might be okay right now, but who's to say he won't go full feral and into a rut? Take Harley against her will. He would hate himself for that, and you know it.”

Dash pauses for a second, and his expression drops. I didn’t want to upset him, but he needs to know he can’t do that. Not until Knight has claimed her and his feral side is healed.

“I’m sorry, you're right. I just loved to see the way you reacted to her...I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I almost forgot that, only two weeks ago, he’d practically disappeared into his mind.” He pulls his hand out of his pants, and both his shoulders drop.

Knight held himself together. I honestly don’t know how, as I was struggling. We don’t know much about scent matching and how it can cure his feral side. All we know is from old textbooks Zayd has found.

I can tell Dash is upset with himself. We’ve told him over and over that he’s not here as a pack beta. He’s more than that. But he genuinely enjoys taking on the role. It’s who he is...he cares for us all. And that’s why I love him. I can’t sit here and let him feel bad. He did a great job with helping her to her nest.

I lower my voice until its deep and husky. “You really worked her up... what did you say to her?”

He cracks a smile and moves toward the bed. He eyes my chest the same way Harley did, and I growl a little at him. I can see his cock twitch in his jeans.

“I just told her she has the power and to look how her perfume affects you all. It was true...you looked as if you were about to come in your pants.” He chuckles now as he crawls on the bed toward me.

I slap my hand on his chest, and he sits up on his heels.

“Yes, alpha?” he cocks his head and I groan.

“Little shit. I almost came in my boxers like some teenager when you teased her.” I can smell him now...his minty scent is mixed with her toffee apples. Fuck.

He merely chuckles again. “You like that? She hugged me before going to bed.”

Oh, fucking hell. I want to punish him for being a cheeky minx. But first...

“I need to kiss you.” I reach for his neck and bring his face to mine. Our lips crash together hungrily, and his hands landed on my chest. I pull him on top of me until he’s straddling me. I bite his lower lip, and he rubs himself against me.

Holding him to me, I slide one hand down his smooth back and under the waistband of his jeans to cup his hard ass. Dash isn’t soft; he’s hard in all the right places as I grind our lengths together through our jeans. Fuck, if I keep going like this, I will come like a teenager. I can feel my knot swelling already.

I lick over my bite mark on his throat, and he shivers beneath me. I can feel how turned on he is through our bond. I’m not gonna last long tonight, and I hope he knows what’s in store for him. My hand isn’t going to cut it tonight.

I flip us over and sit up to watch him squirm beneath me. He moves to sit up, and I press him back down on the bed.

“Hands above your head.” Even though he isn’t typically a good little beta in bed—he loves to be bad—he still obeys me, reaching behind to hold on to the rails of the bed.

“Good, beta.” I move in and trace my tongue up the side of his throat and to the shell of his ear before nipping it. He moans, bucking his hips beneath me.

“Take me, alpha, please.” His lip turns up at the side in a smirk. Little shit’s gonna be the death of me...I just know it.

He knows how to appeal to my alpha dominance. I rarely show this side of me, since Ace is the dominate alpha in our pack, and I’m his second. But Dash knows just how flip my switch. Make me lose control. And with him wearing her scent all over him, he knows I can’t hold back. He’s playing with fire...lucky for Dash, know he loves to burn.

“Kiss me.” He reaches up to my face and strokes down my cheek. Harley said she was touched starved all those years...I’ve had Dash. I love touch, I thrive off cuddling with my beta. I can’t imagine not being touched.

I look down at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his pupils blown as he tries to rub himself against me. The misbehaving beta’s hands are no longer above his head. He tries to unbuckle my jeans, and I slap his hand away and do it myself, freeing my cock and letting the heavy weight of it slap onto his taut stomach.

He looks down at it, licking his lips.

“Fuck, your knot is so swollen, Jax.” He breaks from our usual alpha-beta play and uses my real name. It’s just as hot, but it’s true. My knot is swollen. More than it’s ever been before. Harley’s scent is affecting me. He cups it in his hand, and I see stars.

“Fuck,” I hiss out between my teeth. I want him to stop... but I want him to continue.

“You thinking of her? Her soft tits, her smooth skin, that ass.”

I see the smile in his eyes as I wrap my hand over his mouth. “I’m thinking of you...and your mouth on my cock. But first...”

I slide down his body and rub the palm of my hand against his hard cock through his jeans. He presses up into my hand, demanding more. I unbutton his jeans and slowly peel down the zipper. He never wears boxers, always ready for my mouth.

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