Page 23 of Feral, Part Two (Wolfscorge #2)

Preston bursts out laughing, wiggling forward in his seat to sit on the edge.

“You really think I just wear lingerie because I like it? I mean, I do. But in reality, it’s because our Alphas can’t help but touch.

It’s one of their things. It took a lot of alcohol and trust to get that out of them, but I walk around the house in that because it gets me fucked and Jesus Christ, I’m a slut for a knot. ”

I dig into the set, each piece skimpier than the last. “So, I’m just supposed to… what? Like, put this on and walk out there? I don’t need to get fucked, Preston. Just more attention would be nice.”

“And you’re adorable. You’re so used to bad attention that you have no idea what a good Alpha knot or Beta knot in this case will do for you.

Slate, getting fucked isn’t all just about the sensation and feeling good.

It helps strengthen the bond. It helps you get closer.

It helps your instincts, the Omega inside of you, realize how much your mates truly love you. ”

I blink a few times, repeating the word love a few times under my breath.

“They probably don’t know it yet and we’re not exactly conventional in the love department, but yes. Love. Now, put on some lace and waddle your ass out there.”

I don’t move because I don’t really know what to do. Love? That’s not possible. They’ve made it very clear over the last few days where their priorities lie. Well, at least that’s what my head is telling me. Preston clears his throat, tilting his head to the side when I return my attention to him.

“Sweetie, I know your head wants to tell you that this will end up like all the other packs you were a part of. But tell me that you can trust me just a little, that they want you.”

I open my mouth to refute his claim, but I can’t.

Because he’s right, in some convoluted way.

I don’t ask for what I want. I’ve been waiting for them to come and give it to me, the way they do with Preston, but they don’t know me.

They have absolutely no idea what I need or what I want and closing off the bond has made it all but impossible to do so.

“Okay,” I finally push out.

“Thank goodness, because you’re smelling really sweet and Nathan said that if we neglect our instincts, we might end up in a feral spike like the last time. I already feel really hot and clammy. This way, you can get what you need and I can get what I need."

I do need the connection, the physical claim, the proof that I matter to them. But asking for it feels like admitting weakness, like revealing just how desperate I am for their attention and care.

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask, suddenly concerned by his mention of feeling hot and clammy.

"I think the babies are going to come soon. Based on the two-month timeline he gave you, I'm way past my due date and it's like everything got sped up. I'm ready to pop and I can just feel it. It's like my body knows."

I resign myself to Preston’s plan, knowing that he’s not going to stop asking and he does always look really pretty in the lace.

I might not look the same, but if it’ll get me fucked without asking, I’ll do it.

I’m too tired to put up a fight like I did before to get their cocks so I’m game for anything.

However… with this belly, there’s no way I’m fitting into that shit.

"I'm not stable enough to put that shit on and your Alphas usually help you," I admit.

Preston grins, and there's something beautiful about how easily he can shift from worry to joy, from uncertainty to determination. "I'll help."

He shimmies fully off the chair and points to the black lace before dropping to his knees.

It takes him a few moments and a lot of grunts before he situates himself there, watching my face move from slight distaste to horror.

It’s not just panties but a full lingerie one-piece.

There’s darkened pieces around the nips and where my cock will sit, an almost satin material that has my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“I can’t wear this,” I whisper even as my cock thickens in my shorts, slick already gathering around my hole.

Preston just giggles as he starts yanking my shorts down my thighs, my cock slapping against my clothed stomach.

A groan tears from my throat as he leans in to suck my tip into his mouth, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the sudden pleasure shooting through me. “Preston… don’t… I…”

“And you told me you were fine.” Preston muses as he pulls back.

He tugs at my shorts and I hold onto his shoulders to step out of them before he holds his hand out for the black lace.

I comply and step into it as he helps me, the drastic change in fabric putting me at the edge.

A small whimper falls from my lips as the satin grazes my hardened cock, Preston watching as I pull off my shirt and then pull the lace up over my shoulders.

I feel woefully exposed, my body betraying me as more slick gathers and drenches the lace before slipping down my thighs. I clench my fists on either side of me, Preston leaning forward to suck my cock through the fabric right back into his mouth.

“Just getting you ready, sweetie. I want them to see what they’ve been neglecting and have no choice but to do something about it.”

My hips buck forward as I try to steel myself, but the suction of his lips is too much to resist. Not to mention I’ve been neglecting my own needs, pushing me toward the edge just as he sits back. He looks up at me, an evil twinkle in his eyes, before struggling to his feet.

“Preston, this… I…” My head falls back, my lips parted on a moan when he reaches down and strokes me just once, cum flooding the panties of the one piece.

It coats the fabric and Preston’s hand, my beautiful Omega dragging his fingers to his mouth a second later.

That only makes me hard all over again, Preston pushing me toward the door.

“The moment they smell you, they won’t be able to resist.”

I’m torn between wanting to strip the clothing off and crawl back into my den and presenting myself to my mates, to see what they’ll do.

Nervously, I swallow and waddle toward the kitchen, feeling dirty and wet and aroused all at the same time.

The fabric pulls at my cock, the thin strap of the panties along my ass stimulating my need.

I can hear the low murmur of conversation from the living room, but whatever the Alphas were talking about stops abruptly as we appear.

The silence that follows is deafening. I can feel their eyes on me, taking in every detail of how I look in Preston's lingerie. The heat in their gazes is immediate and overwhelming, making my skin flush further with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"Jesus Christ, if you wanted to get fucked, little Omega, all you had to do was ask," Kael purrs as he reaches for me. My need overrides my embarrassment as I rush toward him, his strong hands gripping my waist as he drags me onto his lap. The solid warmth of his body presses against my back, his arms wrapping around me, one hand resting on my pregnant belly, the other sliding down to feed into my panties from the side. “Oh, did Preston get you ready for us? Jesus Christ, you’re wet.”

A whine rumbles through me as I wiggle in his arms, his large hand wrapping around my length before he strokes me a few times.

More slick floods the lace, coating Kael’s sweatpants until I’m just a damp, whimpering mess.

My pride takes a backseat to my need as I let him take control, Kael reaching down to pull his pants down below his cock.

He lifts me and then fills me in one smooth, relentless thrust after dragging my panties to the side, the fabric still covering my cock.

I let out a full moan as I hold onto my pregnant belly, feeling the stretch and the fullness as he enters me.

Kael leans back slowly, until we're horizontal with the couch.

I can feel every inch of him inside me, the overwhelming and intense sensation and exactly what I need.

"What are you doing?" I gasp at the change in gravity.

Kael grins, his lips pressed up against my ear.

"Preston mentioned he had a bit of a surprise and that we needed to get our heads on straight. I didn’t know this is what he meant, but Slate, we're going to stuff you like you need," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "We’re going to make up for the last day or two and then we’re not going to make that mistake again. "

I twist my head to look over at Preston, who’s curled up on the couch across the living room, a shy smile on his face.

I want to hate that Preston had to kick our pack into gear, but the absolute desire in their eyes when they saw me tells me that they want this.

That people make mistakes. That if they didn’t want me, I would still be in the fucking pool house, not here, stuffed on Kael’s double-knotted cock, being promised a lifetime of more.

His first knot is already expanding, locking us together, keeping me from moving. My breath hitches as Malik comes over, a smirk on his face. "You're already slick and ready for us, aren't you?" he teases, his eyes glinting with amusement and lust. "God, you're worse than Preston."

My eyes widen as he dips into his pants to pull out his own length, his tongue coating his lips as he stares down at me.

“Preston knows what the lace does to us and now both of you, all dressed up and pretty like this? God, you’re perfect, Slate.

Just perfect. ” He strokes himself a few times, squeezing the knot at the tip of his cock as he steps closer.

“I never meant to neglect you and fuck, I want to feel you squeezing me again, babe.”

A needy whimper leaves me as I gush around Kael’s knot inside of me, Malik already stretching me out further when his tip breaches my hole.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I moan, my fingers digging into my belly at the change in pressure.

The slick makes it an easier slide, but it’s still tight; Malik’s knot already swollen, making it an even tighter stretch.

“I’m going to come. I need to come.” I reach down, trying to pull my panties fully to the side to release my cock, but Malik stops me, his fingers tangling with mine.

“I want to see you become a mess, Slate. I want you to see how much we want you because we haven’t been showing you that.

I want you to know that after today, we don’t want you anywhere else than right here.

” He thrusts forward, filling me completely, causing me to come a second time.

The fabric fills with my release before it starts to spill down toward my ass and pool between my thighs.

My cheeks flame at how dirty this is, Malik grinning at my slight embarrassment.

“Perfect. Now, we’re going to make you come again and then we’re going to knot you just the way you need. ”

My nostrils flare at the implication as he pulls out and then spears back into me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Pleasure explodes through me as Kael and Malik fuck me in alternating thrusts, my cries morphing from whimpers to gasps and whines of pleasure.

I had no idea it could feel this good. Even when Thane and Kael fucked me together, it was a matter of circumstance mixed with hate and need.

This, though… this is heaven.

They pull another orgasm from me, Malik breathing out ‘Come again’ as Kael nibbles on my ear. My head lolls to the side to see Thane walking up with his cock out in his hand. "Can you take one more, little omega?" Thane asks, his voice a low purr.

“Pres—Preston…”

“Wants to watch right now,” Preston finishes. I catch the sleepy grin on his face and wonder if he’s truly okay, but the surge of love through the bond has me returning my attention to Thane.

I slowly nod, my body already overwhelmed but craving more. “Don’t knot me,” I whisper. Even though I want it, I don’t want to freak out again, pinned without any way out between the three of them. “But after… I need…”

Thane feeds me his cock, the head pressing against my lips before I open my mouth, taking him in. “I will gladly fuck you after, little Omega.” His hand sifts into my hair as he pumps in and out of my mouth.

Kael wraps a gentle hand around my throat.

"You look gorgeous like this," he murmurs, his voice a low growl.

"All splayed out in front of us, needy and whining.

I'm going to show Preston what he's in for after we're done with you, Slate.

God, you feel like a glove around our cocks.

" His other hand moves to my belly, resting there possessively.

"You're going to give us beautiful babies, aren't you? "

I squeeze around Kael and Malik's cocks, embarrassed by Kael's words because he doesn't usually do sweet.

He's been sweeter over the past few days, and it's been a bit uncomfortable, throwing me off balance. Kael puts both hands on my belly now, fucking up into me a bit slower, his pace in direct contrast with Malik’s thrusts.

"I'm going to come again," I mumble around Thane's cock, the words slurred and desperate.

"Tap my hands if you need out because we're going to knot you, Slate," Kael warns.

Thane pulls out just as he comes, spraying my face and chest with his release, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.

I come too, flooding my panties a third time, the sensation even more intense than the last orgasm.

I let out a wild sound, a mix of pleasure and relief, as Kael growls, "We're not done with you yet, not until our knots fully swell and lock you in. "

Thane moves to start working the cum into my chest, his fingers tweaking my nipples beneath the lace, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me. "That's so sensitive," I gasp, my body arching into his touch.

"I'm going to come again, I..." I trail off, the words lost in a moan as another orgasm tears through me, the pleasure slipping between my thighs. This almost feels like a spike, but I’m conscious for all of it. It’s also not terrifying.

"Come as many times as you need," Kael encourages, his voice a low rumble of approval.