Page 43 of Feral Creed
He thrusts his crotch into my palm.
I squeeze him, still pushing, my teeth buried deep inside him.Take me,I think.Give yourself to me.
He groans. “No, I can’t. Ican’t, do you get that, Knight? I want to, but—”
You can,I insist, clamping down on my bite.For her. Give it up to me for our omega.
“Show me your cock,” he gasps.
I’m still latched on to his neck, my teeth deep in him, but I obey him immediately. It’s a relief to let the air kiss my erection, which is practically painful at this point.
“Good,” he says, glancing down our bodies. I’m behind him, but I tip my pelvis forward so that he can see me. “That’s good, Knight.” He reaches back and takes it in one hand, my dick. He begins to stroke me.
I moan, into the wound I’ve made at his neck.
“This is mine,” he informs me. “I give in, but you give me this.”
Yes, I think.My cock belongs to you.
And the resistance inside him just crumbles as I rush into him like an unleashed dam. I slide into every crevice, and I’m coming, fuck I’m coming, and he’s purring like crazy, his eyes rolled back in his head, and I can’t stop licking this mark I made on his neck, and…
Fuck.
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I’M CONFUSED.
STRIKERtries to explain, but he’s blissed out.
He and Knight take off all their clothes and retreat to the nest.
We all kind of get it, we think.
Our connection to blood was made the bites trigger us. Knight was always turned on by blood, so that was never connected to Acker for him. She connected to him in other ways, but not that way.
So, if he bites in on me and Striker, he can stop us from losing our shit when we bite the omega.
Theoretically, anyway.
Lotus is shaken up, and Striker hurt her, and she’s tired and worried and sick of not being sure if she can trust the men she’s falling in love with.
Me, Calix, and Lotus stand in the doorway of the room, watching Striker and Knight take turns sucking each other and try to negotiate who’s going to take the other in whose ass. I want to see it the minute Knight agrees to let his virgin ass get filled, I have to admit.
But also…
Lotus.
I show her my teeth. I have them right now. They haven’t gone down.
“I can do it,” I say. “You say Calix is strained, and you seem strained, too.”
She touches my chest. “But if it goes bad again…”
“I don’t have to bite my spot,” I say. “Let’s do it somewhere safe, okay?”
“But you want your spot!” she says. “Don’t you?”
“I’ll bite you there some other time,” I say.
