Page 19 of Feral, Part Two (Wolfscorge #2)

Slate

"Slate, I'll give you what you need. Turn onto your hands and knees,” Kael instructs, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I obey, a spike of excitement pushing me to move as fast as I can while being mindful of the heavy curve of my pregnant belly.

The blankets I stole from the bed are soft beneath my palms, a stark contrast to the tension coiling inside me.

I can feel his gaze on me as I settle into position, my thighs parting slightly to accommodate the bulge of my stomach.

Before I can overthink, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants and slides them down my thighs, the fabric pooling around my knees.

“I’m going to knot you the way you need,” he purrs.

“And then I’m going to hold you while you sleep.

We both don’t do nice, but Preston doesn’t do rough.

You need your Alpha to stave off another feral spike and I need to claim you and cover you in my scent.

All I ask is if it’s too much, you tell me. ”

His words send a shiver down my spine, a mix of relief and fear.

I shake my head, my voice steady despite the need raging inside me.

“I don’t have any limits,” I reply, the words bitter on my tongue.

But it’s the truth. After everything that’s happened to me, I don’t really care how I get my relief.

Kael’s grip tightens on my waist, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “I know,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “And I’m asking you to start caring about yourself.”

His words strike deeper than his touch, and I flinch inwardly, but there’s no time to process.

He’s already moving, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

Slick coats my ass, easing Kael’s thrust inside of me, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes me cry out.

My own cock rocks forward with each of his movements, trapped between my belly and the carpet.

The fervent need between both of us already has his knot fluttering against my entrance, a whimper tearing from my throat as my fingers curl into the blankets.

He thrusts a few times, each slide into my ass causing me to cry out.

It’s a cruel combination of pleasure and pain as I give in, his knot pushing inside of me on the last thrust.

Both knots begin to swell as I try to rock back against Kael to force my own orgasm, but it doesn’t come. “Kael—” I gasp, my voice breaking as my body tightens around him, desperate for release.

“Mine,” he growls in my ear, Kael continuing to rock against my ass before he spills into me, filling me up until my own orgasm tears through me, my cock twitching as I spill onto the carpet.

Kael lets out a primal roar that echoes through the room as he claims me, the sound running down my spine and heightening my release.

“ Mine ,” he repeats, his voice a jagged edge against the silence.

I sag beneath him, Kael rolling us onto our sides as he lays an arm beneath my head, the other resting over my belly, his breath warm against my ear as he presses a soft kiss to it.

“Hopefully one day I’ll also be yours,” he murmurs, his words a whisper against my skin.