Page 15 of Feral, Part Two (Wolfscorge #2)

Slate

The gasp that falls from Preston’s lips has heat building up in my belly, almost with the same urgency from earlier. I’m not even sure when I fell asleep after Kael knotted me and I didn’t feel anything when Thane carried me to the bed, but now, I’m hot and needy all over again.

I take a hesitant step back, my voice rough and unsteady as I mutter, “I just got fucked. Why do I need more?” My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I move to press my hands to the floor and push my ass up in the air, my hole angrily clenching around nothing.

Malik shifts out from the den and moves in behind me, the sound of clothes falling to the floor cutting through the haze of my thoughts.

“Because your pheromones are feeding off Preston’s.

He can’t control himself like he usually does.

Do you want someone to fuck you, Slate?” I don’t answer with words.

My nostrils flare, a silent battle raging within me.

I know my body is betraying me, craving more even when my mind screams it’s too much.

Finally, I nod, a silent plea for release.

Malik presses up against my ass, his cock sliding through my ass cheeks, slick coating him with every pass of his length.

Without warning, he thrusts into me, filling me completely with one surge.

I buck backward, needing more, my nails digging into the carpet.

My gaze locks onto Preston, Kael fucking into him with the same relentless intensity.

Thane’s voice rumbles from above, the Alpha stepping in front of me. His fingers slowly sift into my hair, dragging my head upwards, level with his cock. “Jesus Christ, when Nathan said we would be—”

I growl, the mention of another Alpha grating against my already frayed nerves and close my lips around his tip, bracing my hands on his thighs.

His words cut off as I suck him deeper into my mouth, greedily taking more of him, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Malik’s thrusts drive me forward as Thane’s fingers tighten in my hair.

“Cousin, we might’ve lucked out with two Omegas that like to get fucked and covered in our mess,” Thane smirks.

“Needy little Omegas, aren’t they?” Kael grunts, his voice rough as he licks up Preston’s neck, his thrusts never faltering.

“And they’re pliant too. Already coming, and I haven’t even knotted him.

” The words send a shiver through me, but I can’t focus on them.

My attention is split between Malik’s relentless thrusts and Thane’s cock in my mouth.

My eyes roll back as Thane pulls back, and I whine in protest, my body already craving more.

A few weeks ago, I would have hated that I needed this, hated that my body succumbed to this without giving me a choice. But now, I kind of like being used between them, my belly rubbing against the carpet as they jerk me back and forth, my holes giving them pleasure while they take mine.

Malik slams into me, his cock thickening inside me, pushing me toward my own release.

I try to thrust backward to get him deeper when my body tenses.

His cock swells further, but just the tip, a knot like mine and Kael’s forming there, locking deep inside me.

My eyes widen as Malik lets out a strangled growl, fucking into me harder like the sudden growth is spurring him on into a rut.

All I hear is "fuck" over and over again, Thane removing his knot from my mouth, but it’s not enough. The knot at the base starts to expand just outside my lips, but it’s like biology and fate hate me, the Alpha forming a second knot of his own as well.

It catches in my throat, swelling just as fast as Malik has my body pinned between them.

Thane hisses through it as he shoots down my throat, my fingers digging into his thighs as fear consumes me. I try to pull back and find my throat locked on his cock, Malik hammering into my ass before he explodes inside of me.

“What the fuck is that? Shit, Slate, fuck, I’m sorry,” Thane pushes out, his grip in my hair loosening. “Breathe through your nose. There you go. Shit, your throat is so fucking tight.”

It’s nothing like a regular knot because that knot sits on my tongue when it expands in my mouth, this one at the opening of my throat, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than the pain.

Even as I come, my body heaving with my own release, I can’t enjoy it.

It’s an endless, overwhelming sensation, emotions crashing at me from all directions.

The room spins, and I feel like I am drowning, my body caught between two forces I can’t control.

Then Preston reaches out, my beautiful Omega pushes calm through the bond, his steady voice cutting through the chaos. “Slate, it’s okay. It’s just your mates. They won’t hurt you. Breathe, sweetie. Breathe .”

I cling to his words, to the sound of his voice, as Thane starts running his fingers through my hair, their knots slowly releasing and the pressure easing before it disappears completely.

Malik and Thane pull out immediately and I scramble away from them, my body moving before my brain can process what's happening.

The shift hits me instantly—one moment I'm human, the next I'm a fox again, my smaller form trembling as I try to make sense of what just occurred.

I can't focus on anything specific. My chest is still heaving, my fur damp with sweat that shouldn't exist in this form but somehow does. Everything feels too intense as I stare at my mates, hating my reaction to everything that happened.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Malik says, his voice thick with concern and guilt.

I just sit there, my fox body shaking as I try to calm down.

The overwhelming sensations are slowly fading, but the emotional aftermath is hitting me hard.

Being knotted by both Thane and Malik simultaneously was.

.. intense doesn't even begin to cover it.

And when Thane's knot caught in my mouth, the panic that shot through me was terrifying.

Kael looks over at me from where he's positioned inside the den with Preston, still knotting him. "Slate, come here."

I don't move at first. The command in his voice triggers my defensive instincts, making me want to bolt rather than obey. I've had enough of being told what to do, even when it comes from a place of care.

"Come cuddle your Omega," Kael amends, his tone gentler. "He would like to comfort you, but he can't move."

I start moving closer, padding between Thane and Malik before curling up in front of Preston. My gaze locks with his, Preston dragging a hand through my fur as I settle. “I liked it, but I just… I wasn’t ready,” I tell Preston.

"I didn't mean to knot your mouth," Thane apologizes as he moves to his knees behind me. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"He loved it, okay?" Preston chimes in, his voice slightly strained from his position. "But getting stuck wasn't his idea of fun. Come closer, sweetie. There you go."

I move closer until I can wrap myself around Preston's head, positioning myself inches away from Kael's face. The proximity to the Alpha should make me nervous, but instead, it feels safe now that the immediate terror is gone.

I twist around to look at my other mates, both of them looking thoroughly scared that they did something wrong.

The guilt in their expressions makes something twist in my chest. They didn't hurt me, not really.

It was just overwhelming, more intense than anything I've experienced before.

I start bobbing my head up and down slowly, a gesture that feels natural in this form.

I need them to know I'm okay, that I want them closer, not farther away.

“Please.”

Even though they can’t understand me, they start moving toward me cautiously, and I run my nose along their legs and hands when they get close enough.

"He's inviting you into his den," Preston explains, his voice soft with understanding. " Our den."

Malik moves in front of me and lies down, his body forming a protective barrier between me and the rest of the world. Thane curls up around my back, his larger frame enveloping me completely.

I relax for the first time since shifting, my fox body going limp between my mates and when both Malik and Thane drag a hand through my fur, I let out a little noise of contentment. I really do want to do that again, but I don’t want to be surprised.

"I really am sorry," Thane says quietly. "I wasn't expecting that to happen."

"Neither was Kael when it happened," Preston replies. "Leek, you have one too?"

Malik grins, the expression visible even from my position. "Hell yeah, I do. All the better to fuck you with."

The crude reference makes me snort, a sound that comes out as a small yip in fox form. Kael chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I wonder what it'll feel like when we stuff our pretty Beta full. All four knots swelling inside of him."

Malik's face goes red at the suggestion, and I can practically feel the heat radiating from his skin. The idea is definitely appealing, the thought of completely overwhelming him with sensation.

"Thane and Malik don't fuck, Alpha," Preston points out, though there's curiosity in his voice.

"They might," Kael counters. "Seems as if this whole feral bullshit is going to make us a bit hornier for each other. They've already kissed."

"I want to see!" Preston exclaims, his excitement clear despite his current compromised position.

Kael snorts. "Stop moving, princess. You’re going to make me come again. Besides, you need to rest first. The council will probably swipe through later and I need you awake."