Page 1 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter one

Red

The feral alpha’s fangs punch down into my skin.

“Zaz—aaaack!” I scream as pain explodes through my shoulder.

But my cry becomes a moan as the agony melts into a volcano of desire that floods from my chest to my pussy in thick, relentless waves.

The static presence of my alpha slides from my brain down into my soul, firmly lodging as an awareness in my chest.

I rescued him out of prison, and now I’ll never be alone again.

Neither will he.

The sensation’s too intense to bear, and I shudder through a powerful, orgasmic quake.

Slick runs down my inner thighs as I pant for breath.

Zazu purrs against my shoulder without letting go, and each vibration sends fresh thrills through my core.

Fire ignites in my body and for a moment I think I’m going into heat again, but it settles into a softer, tingling sensation.

I feel alive.

My alpha’s presence sings within my chest.

Tears slide down my cheeks as understanding dawns. I was never crazy. All along, I’ve been able to hear the faint echo of a mate bond. I was born with a gift, not a curse. One that ensured I’d eventually find my pack. And I just located the last one.

The onslaught of Zazu’s chaotic emotions pouring through me makes me gasp.

The sensation pools in my awareness: raw, powerful, and unfiltered.

I spasm with the intensity. If I hadn’t spent years with the presence of others in my mind, this might drive me insane for real.

His powerful essence batters at me, searching for control but also begging for affection.

I know that feeling.

The bond snaps into place and his shock crashes over me. He still hasn’t released his bite, unwilling to be separated. His teeth grip my skin, every shudder pouring fresh oil on the fire of my lust. My core aches.

I need him, all of him, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. This man knows the utter depths of pain and the void of loneliness. Others abused him relentlessly, and it stole his sanity. But through it all, he hasn’t lost a single spark of wildness.

He’s a chaos creature just like me.

A knock rattles on the truck’s back door. “Red, you okay in there?” Lionel, the vehicle's driver, calls.

Zazu growls at the noise. The vibrations of his warning travel through me and clamp around my throbbing pussy.

“Yeah. I-I think so,” I gasp out. It’s hard to talk with a man’s teeth buried in your shoulder. I dig my fingers into Zazu’s arms to focus. “Um, I think now’s a g-good time to start his tr-training.” No way am I leaving my alpha alone now, but that requires staying in the truck all night.

My body quivers with energy and my eyelashes flutter from the hot pulses as I mentally list our supplies. I brought a blanket for Zazu, plus water, snack bars, and a bucket for extra needs. That will do us for now.

My alpha’s desperation to keep me close explodes through my chest, coupled with terror that if he lets go, I’ll vanish, destroying this startling new development—the tingling sensation in his chest.

I’m not going anywhere. But Zazu can’t understand my words, so I’ll have to show him with actions.

“Lock us in, will you, Lionel?” I call.

“Are you sure?” My driver’s voice deepens with concern. “Could get cold in there.”

“Yep, I’m sure.” Cold? I’m burning up. It’s over a hundred degrees in Zazu’s arms.

He growls another warning, sending delicious friction vibrating into my shoulder and chest. Electricity pumps in my veins like live voltage. I grind softly against his knee, my breaths short and shivery.

This is all new to him, but as I suspected, the instinct deep within guides my alpha. He slips his hands under my clothes, looking for more contact. His chilly fingers burn my back, startling a fresh gasp out of me.

“Lock the door,” I call desperately. I’m exactly where I want to be, minus Lionel hovering nearby when we take this bonding to the next level.

“Um, okay, but—” Lionel stammers, clearly not liking this plan. “You know you won’t be able to get out until I come back in the morning?”

“That’s f-fine,” I stutter as Zazu’s exploration reaches my bra strap. The plaster cast on his arm scrapes my waist with every movement. “We’ll be fine. Good night.” Fine hardly describes it. I’m pulsing all over, ready for my alpha.

The heavy lever on the back door thumps into place, and I breathe a sigh of relief. This gorgeous alpha is all mine for tonight. I’ll worry about the consequences tomorrow.

Zazu continues his exploration of my body, moving slowly and circling back as if he cannot believe what his senses tell him.

“I’m all yours, precious,” I murmur, diving my nose into his neck, which is the only spot I can reach without ripping my alpha’s teeth through the bite wound. His malted barley scent fills me, rich and natural.

He seems to like my touch on his skin, because he rumbles deep in his chest.

I whimper softly. “You’re happy now, aren’t you?” I stroke his back, feeling powerful muscles below the skin quivering with nervousness. “I’m going to make sure it stays that way, big fellow.”

Moving as little as possible, I slide my hands between us and fumble my buttons open. I’m sure my blood’s all over this fake OCB uniform now, and I want more contact.

A sigh whispers through Zazu as our bodies finally touch skin-to-skin. I understand that relieved breath. Years and years of waiting resulted in this moment. It’s pure, sweet heaven.

My mate’s body knows what we’re doing, even if he doesn’t.

The little shorts stretch so tight over his boner I could bounce a penny off them.

“That must be uncomfortable,” I murmur as I rip the Velcro open down the sides.

His cock springs free, a regular length but thick.

Like, super thick. A moan falls from my trembling lips.

Shit, that shaft’s already so girthy; how big will his knot get?

As I wrap my hand around Zazu’s cock, a sudden vision of Callisto helping me through my heat with his fist burns behind my eyes.

I’m about ready to come again just from the mental image.

Guess I can handle size after all. My fingers barely touch as I circle the tip and I salivate, imagining how good that’s going to feel inside.

“Do you trust me, Zazu?” I ask, nuzzling my chin into his jaw.

Zazu rumbles in response. I stroke his fat erection, and he shivers, purring straight into my shoulder. Seems he knows his name. However, the cartoon imagery doesn’t suit him at all. No flighty, talkative bird exists in his big soul. Only a simmering thunderstorm waiting to break open.

I chuckle as I recall my broken scream when he first bit me. “How about Zack?” I murmur into his cheek. “It’s much more manly, and still starts with a Z.” Plus, he’s getting a fresh start from today.

He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock through my fist.

Pleasure floods through our brand-new bond. “Oh,” I murmur, stroking him again. “You like that.”

He grunts and does it again. I whimper as the hard, veiny flesh pushes through my fingers. I need him inside me yesterday, and my pussy greedily agrees by slicking all over again.

“Zack, you gotta let me go to get my pants off.” I stoke his jaw and pressure it a little, clenching down on the fireworks that dance through my skin with his every move.

Slowly, he eases his teeth out, and I gasp.

He hovers over my shoulder, waiting to see if the bond sensation disappears.

When it doesn’t, his tongue darts out to caress the broken skin.

I spasm all over, the area so sensitive now I can hardly bear it.

My pussy weeps instead of my eyes, and he sniffs the air.

“Yeah, that’s all for you, tiger,” I gasp out, brushing hair out of his eyes. The coarse brown strands stick upward, pricking at my skin. “Wanna see?”

When I try to ease back, he grips me tight and rests his teeth over the mark, growling a warning.

A soppy cry slips through my throat as a fresh flush of heat explodes from the site.

No one mentioned this in the omega handbook.

Like, yeah, in the movies they giggle and say touching a bond mark feels good, but that nowhere near describes this lightning strike of pleasure.

I stroke his rough cheeks. “I’m not leaving, Zack. Just give me a little space.”

He rumbles in reply, and I chuckle. At least I don’t have to worry about rejection; this one’s never going to let me go.

I wriggle in his grip until I can shimmy out of my pants and underwear.

Then I roll a little to reach for the blanket.

Every time my alpha thinks too much space opens between us, he growls and grabs me tight. There’s no better feeling in the world.

Finally I can spread the blanket out on the floor and get us both positioned so my skin’s not gripping on the rubber floor matting. Not to mention the dirt.

Satisfied, I reach for Zack. “All right, tiger, now you have free rein.”

As if he understands me, my alpha nuzzles in close, sniffing around my face before dragging his solid jaw across my cheek again. “Mine,” he mutters darkly.

Fuck, I love that sultry tone claiming me, and his scent is ridiculously delicious as well. I stroke his solid cheek, marveling over finding this precious man. “Yeah, yours,” I whisper as I grip his bare shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.

He tenses up as my soaked pussy brushes his cock, and then he thrusts across my belly. He doesn’t know how sex works, only that he needs in, immediately. And I concur.

I balance my weight on his back and guide his heated cock between my folds. Streetlight falling through the small window catches in his eyes as they widen in wonder, and then his hips snap forward.

I groan, so full it feels like I’ll split.

But an omega’s body is designed for sex, and I stretch around him, the rivers of slick doing their good work.

Zack’s chest puffs out as he processes the unfamiliar sensation.

Wild elation zaps through the bond, and then he braces his hands on the floor either side of me and thrusts deep. Over and over.

A guttural groan drops from my paralyzed lips as he consumes me, his alpha body knowing exactly how to take over.

This wild man’s claiming is so powerful, I slide into his straining arms with every stroke, my whole body fucked with a desperation no other being could possess—a desperation born of the need to be joined forever.

The malt scent in the truck deepens until the air I breathe feels damp with it.

“Zack!” I cry out, the inferno in my core consuming me.

And then I feel them. Giant drops land on my cheeks and slide down my jaw. My alpha cries as he takes me.

“Oh, shit. Baby,” I breathe, stroking his tears away. I pop my finger to my mouth and suck on the salt. My voice breaks as I tell him, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Searing energy flares through me, lighting a wildfire in my core. I rise, straining toward my panting alpha and crying out as the peak hits me hard. Zack growls and gathers me in his arms, and then he bites down on the bond mark again.

A scream tears through my throat as a double orgasm explodes, blazing with solar intensity.

My alpha burns with me.

His thick cock pulses and the knot swells against my ass.

Potent desire flares in our bond. The scale of his possessive need flooding straight into my heart overwhelms me, stealing my breath.

Zack howls in victory as he releases inside me, cum running down my legs to soak the blanket. I drop my head back to catch my breath.

The alpha releases his bite, licks the wound, and then ghosts his mouth across my collarbone. There’s no way he can miss the scars dotting my skin since his sensitive lips catch on every ridge. Does he know what they mean? Not likely.

He lifts his head and hangs over me, barely panting. I track the movement as he runs his fingers down his torso until they catch on a scar over his hip.

My heart tears open all over again as I trace the mark under his fingers. “Yes, Zack, we’re the same. Damaged, but survivors.”

Hot, dark anger floods through the bond. Zack growls, head swinging back and forth as he searches for a threat. I squeeze my eyes shut, shooing tears away from my lashes. “We’re okay, Zack. No more scars for us.” I roll away to grab the water bottle, releasing his softening cock.

Zack snarls and grabs me from behind, flattening me onto my stomach. He lifts me with one hand under my pelvis and tries to wedge his cock back inside me. I laugh breathlessly. At least this is an improvement on teeth. He whimpers and thrusts recklessly into my thighs, cock hardening on command.

“Fuck,” I murmur as his powerful thrusts rock me across the blanket.

He contorts and drops his head to kiss my back. Every touch brims with feral adoration. My omega nature revels in her alpha’s care, and with a needy whimper, I lift my ass and present to him.

His fresh malt scent darkens, as if alcohol soaks through it. Zack lifts me by the hips and drives his cock in deep. I mewl in delight. He barks a gruff, commanding sound in reply that makes me shiver all over. He’s taking what he needs, and he’s not going to stop.

Who cares if we’re like dogs going at it?

It’s just us here. We’re as wild as they come.

The alcohol scent burns through my nose as Zack dominates my body, growling and shaking as he drags orgasm after orgasm from us both.

The lone streetlamp keeps watch while my alpha binds us together over and over in a wild frenzy.

My alpha is in rut.

Somewhere near dawn, he works his giant knot across my trembling thighs and through my swollen pussy lips, lodging it inside with deep, determined thrusts. “Mine,” he pants right into my ear.

An instant orgasm wrings my core, and I scream and shatter in his arms, calling my alpha’s name. The walls of the truck blur and I flop limply across his shoulder.

When I stir, we’re still knotted together as daylight breaks through the truck window, accompanied by red and blue flashing lights, and the wail of sirens—the sound of those damn consequences catching up with us.

I hope my alphas come for me this time.