Page 43 of Feral: Part Two
Little does my pack know that the clues I need lie with the Omegas who are finding their packs one by one. Orion has information. Beck’s Omega has another piece. In fact, each of our Omegas has a piece of the whole to get out of this compound.
I just have to be patient.
Malik jabs me in the side. “Stop that. I know what you’re doing. I came to get you because Slate and Preston are relentless. I’m tapped out and Thane looks like he might keel over.”
“What is going on?”
He shrugs, guiding me down the hall to their den. The pups are just outside in the hall in a makeshift playpen, the only one that they haven’t been able to break out of. I blow them all a kiss, each of them squealing and running their noses along my nose through the mess of the pen before I step into the room.
Thane is standing just across the room, his cock stuffed down Slate’s throat, his lids squeezed shut as tears stream down his face. He’s completely naked, Preston standing behind him and fucking into him furiously, both of our Omegas flush with arousal. I almost ask what the fuck is going on until I catch Preston in one of his lingerie sets, complete with a bra, his panties pulled down just enough to unearth his cock.
Those blue-gray eyes fall on me. “Alpha, I got my knot. Fuck, Slate’s ass feels amazing. Thane won’t let me fuck him.”
Thane chuckles as he turns his attention to me as well. “Cousin, get in here. They’ve been fucking each other for the past hour and using me as a fucking lollipop. I don’t think I can come again. Shit.Fuck.” He digs his hand into Slate’s hair and pulls out just in time to spray the Omega’s face. “I’m tapping out. Holy fuck.” He falls back into the chair behind him as Slate stutters forward, his release coating the carpet below.
Preston is still snapping his hips forward as his eyes roll into the back of his head just as he comes, a guttural groan pulling from him. “Oh my god, that’s glorious. Ungh, Alpha… I need.”
My eyes widen as both of our Omegas’ scents bloom at the same moment, twisting together, before exploding through the room.
No. Fucking. Way.
“Please tell me that both of our Omegas didn’t just go into heat at the same time.”
No one answers, but I don’t need them to, not with the way my cock thickens in my pants until it’s almost painful, an animalistic sound tearing from my throat. Well, alright, then.