Page 20 of Feral, Part Two (Wolfscorge #2)

Thane

I've had a full day of doing nothing, and it feels damn good.

Preston's been moving from lap to lap, soaking up the attention like the adorable Omega he is.

I watch him with a smirk, enjoying the way he preens under our affection, his need for our touch growing exponentially.

His usual sass is muted, his cheeks flushed as he waddles between us and then whines when one of us has to get up for something.

Slate, on the other hand, is content to sit in the den he constructed in the corner of the living room.

He throws smiles to Kael every now and then, and I can't help but wonder what the hell happened to them this morning.

There was this surge of acceptance through the bond; whatever it is, it's got me on my toes, dancing around the kitchen and being a downright nuisance to Malik.

"Will you stop fucking around?" Malik grumbles, though his smile belies the irritation in his voice.

I grin, feeling a familiar need stirring up in my chest. I've been fighting this attraction to our Beta for a few days now, but I can't ignore it any longer.

I push him up against the fridge, my body pressing against his as I attack his mouth much the same way I did yesterday.

He lets out a groan as the tension in his body melts away.

With the sweet, syrupy scents of our Omegas coating every inch of the room, I need a release and neither one of them needs to be moving like that.

Malik leans his head back against the fridge, an eyebrow raised, daring me to go further.

We’ve only ever kissed, the line between general attraction and needing to claim my Beta blurring.

“Do it,” he breathes as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

I dip my hand into his pants and pull out his cock.

It’s thicker than I would have imagined, now that I’m holding it, that knot at the tip, swelling ever so slightly as I run my hand along his length.

He keeps his eyes on me, grunting as his hips buck into my touch.

When I squeeze his knot, his lips part with a gasp that has me wanting every little sound he can give me.

I lean in, my lips finding the tender skin just above his shoulder, and bite down gently, pulse racing beneath my teeth.

My other hand grips his neck, holding him in place as I nip and lick before kissing him again, our tongues tangling together.

He’s almost pliant beneath my touch but somehow still firm, giving me control but not letting me take it completely.

A wholly Alpha sound drags my attention to the living room, a chuckle rumbling through my chest at our Omegas’ reactions.

Their pupils are dilated, both of them watching us with an intensity that makes my cock throb.

Kael has Preston leaned back in his lap, one hand on his belly, the other down his panties.

Slate is just as enthralled, on his knees, his hands fisted on his thighs, his shorts tented.

The lighter fabric is dark with precum, Slate slowly rocking his hips forward at what he sees.

I turn back to Malik, a wicked grin on my face.

"Seems our pack would like to see you fall apart," I murmur, pushing my purr into my voice. "Are you ready, Beta?"

Malik's eyes flash with challenge. "Do your worst, Alpha.”

I continue to stroke him, my hand moving with more urgency, wanting to find that sweet part where our Beta falls apart in my hands.

I see it now, what Kael sees in him. Malik is a charmer and smart and a nurturer but he’s also fucking gorgeous and the defiance in his eyes as he takes what he wants even as I am guiding him to his release is addicting.

Malik's breath comes in short gasps, his body trembling as his knot starts to swell between us, a final stroke making him come undone.

He lets out a garbled moan as his hands move to grip my arms, his nails digging in so hard it feels like he'll draw blood.

His release coats my hand, Malik’s head hitting the fridge as he sags against the metal. “Holy fuck, Thane.”

I don’t give him time to relax as I spin him around and strip his pants down his thighs before pressing him against the metal again.

"Fuck, that's cold," he mutters, his voice still breathy.

I press up against him and lean down, my lips finding his ear as I whisper, "Now, it's my turn.

I'm going to open you up with your own release and fuck you and knot you right in front of the others.

" Malik buries his face against the metal as I unearth my own cock and rub his release along my length before slowly opening him up, our Beta rocking back against my fingers.

The newer knot at the tip of my cock makes it a tighter fit, Malik letting out another moan as I push inside of him. “Jesus Christ, you’re tight.”

“No, Thane, you’re just big. And fuck, that burns.”

I pause, wondering if my eagerness overrode his safety, Malik chuckling and reaching around to grab my hip before jamming his ass backwards.

He swallows my cock whole, knot and all, my hands falling to his hips seconds later.

I nearly come right there, but find the control to pull out and then drive back into him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

"Tell me you want this, Leek," I growl. "Tell me you want me to stuff you with my cock."

"Holy shit, yeah," Malik gasps, his voice breathless. "Do it. I'm going to come again."

I surge forward, my body slamming into his as my knots start to swell, the pressure building and strangling my length as he squeezes down on me. The need to claim him, truly claim him, grows as I explode inside of him, my teeth finding his shoulder in a quick, hard bite.

Malik cries out, his body convulsing as he comes again, both of us standing there for several seconds before I pull back to look at the new mark. For a brief moment, I’m proud of it, my tongue dipping out to run along the wound and then I remember where I am and just who I bit.

Our Beta twists his head around, my knots already deflating, a mixture of pain and pleasure in his gaze. "You fucking bastard," he mutters.

It takes a few seconds before I can dislodge myself from his ass and hurriedly stuff myself back into my pants, Malik righting his pants before turning around. Malik glares at me, his fingers running over the bite I just gave him. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck?"

"It just fucking happened," I reply, still trying to wrap my head around the spontaneous claiming that took place. I’m not sorry about it, even though I should be, but lying to Malik would only make it worse.

"Oh, I fucking know that," Malik shoots back, but there's no real anger in his voice.

He lets out a small chuckle that has me sighing with relief as he stumbles forward, trying to regain his balance.

"I'm not mad. Maybe I should be? We always talked about you biting me, but I just… it was never… Fuck, that’s like a whole head rush. "

Relief floods through me as I pull him forward, my hands gentle as I start tending to the bite mark on his neck.

The skin is already healing, but I can see the clear imprint of my teeth, marking him as mine in a way that feels both terrifying and completely right.

That's when I hear someone clearing their throat.

I look over to see my cousin grinning at us, looking almost proud of what he's witnessed.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I ask, suspicious of his reaction.

"You've been staring at Malik pretty hard over the past day. I already knew you were going to do it. When Nathan said our instincts would drag us together, he meant all of them."

"Fuck," I mutter, realizing he's right. Fucking Malik would set off my more primal instincts; I just didn’t think it would result in me biting Malik without his permission. Thank fuck he doesn’t hate me. My gaze moves toward Slate, a mixture of confusion and desire on his face. No doubt he was terrified for Malik and the reaction our Beta should have had. I can’t imagine how Slate felt in those other pack homes where his choice was taken from him.

Malik follows my gaze, catching onto the problem. “Slate, I’m okay and it’s nice feeling you a little stronger through the bond. Although, this is going to make it harder to focus because both you and Preston are horny little fuckers.”

Case in point, when I look over at Preston, his panties flooded with his release as he cleans off Kael’s hand. He’s in his own world, not even paying attention to us.

Our Beta snorts as he pulls away from me. "I don't even really care as long as I still get fucked and you guys don't start getting sweet on me.” Despite his words, he rises on his toes to press a kiss to my lips. “Seems like I got me a new shiny Alpha. What do you think about that, Thane?”

“I think that my Beta is about to get fucked again if he keeps being a snarky little—" A knock on the door ruins the moment. “I swear the universe is fucking with us. Our bonds are dragging us closer together, but the moment we get anywhere fun, someone has to show up.”

When no one moves, I know that our Omegas aren’t going anywhere.

Kael drags a blanket over Preston’s lap and then throws Slate one as well to cover up.

Our newer Omega does it quickly, Preston whining about how it doesn’t even matter.

I just laugh at that as I head to the door, Malik grabbing a rag to wipe off the fridge.

This whole place needs to be disinfected.

My expression shifts from irritation to confusion when I open the door. "Arlo? Beck?" The two Alphas step inside, their faces carrying grim expressions that immediately put me on alert. "What's going on?"

Most packs don't visit other houses. We all stay to ourselves for the most part. After all, we've all been brought in here for different crimes and reasons. The fact that they're here, together , suggests something serious is happening.