Page 10 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

Mine. Mine. Mine. All fuckingmine.

“Alpha,” I whined, the word falling from my lips without the permission of my conscious brain. I heard the two other pack members behind me inhale sharply, but I wasn’t paying attention to them right now.

My entire focus was on Oliver and how his pupils blew at the sound of my voice. His nostrils flared, and his lips peeled back from his teeth as his grip tightened on my chin.

“Omega,” he breathed, leaning close. Part of me—a big part—was hoping he would kiss me, that he would seal our mouths together and take away any uncertainty I was feeling in front of this Prime Alpha I was suddenly desperate for.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he nudged my head to the side, baring my throat before he pressed his nose to my neck andbreathed in my scent deeply. His fingers tightened on my chin for a second before he slid his hand around the back of my neck.

“Fuck.” His voice was muffled against my skin, and my stomach flipped at how unhinged he sounded. Before I could ask him what he was thinking, though, his lips were on mine, his fingers tangling in my hair and taking, taking,taking.

I whined, rising up on my knees and pressing closer to him. I whimpered softly as he slid his tongue along my lower lip and then pushed it into my mouth, swallowing my sounds hungrily. My hands flew up, fisting in the pressed lines of his shirt, and my pussy clenched with want at the heavy arousal scenting the air around me.

They wanted me. All three of these men—thesealphas—wanted me. Was this even real?

A warm body pressing against my back interrupted my thoughts before they could spiral, and a pair of hands wrapped around my hips. My nose filled with a warm scent I already associated with Emmett. “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice strained, tortured. “I need to feel you. Please.”

I shuffled my knees apart, ignoring the voice screaming for me to slow down and take things easy with these three men. That voice held no sway over my actions right now, and the whimper I let out when I felt Emmett’s fingers slide along my slick inner thigh was enough to make both alphas closest to me growl possessively again.

“Are you not...” Emmett’s voice was quietly awed, and his fingers slid higher. Oliver nipped at my lower lip, and I whimpered as Emmett’s fingers teased over my bare folds, his breath catching.

Oliver broke the kiss, his thumb stroking my lower lip when I whimpered at the loss. “Emmett, what is it?”

There was the thick sound of swallowing, and then, “She’s not wearing underwear, Ollie.”

Emmett soundedtortured, and my stomach twisted with mingled arousal and embarrassment. I shot a glare at Killian, and he grinned at me, entirely unrepentant, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out my destroyed thong.

“These?” he asked, batting his eyelashes innocently.

Emmett teased my clit, and Oliver’s fingers on the back of my neck pulled my attention back to him. His eyes wereferal—alpha gold—and he cocked his head to the side as his expression cooled a little from the near-rabid arousal that had colored his features before. He looked much more in control now, and it was almost hotter than when it had looked as if he were going to haul me over his shoulder and cart me away, caveman-style.

“Did Killian have to work very hard to get you out of your underwear, Lilah?” Oliver asked, his voice soft. His eyes glittered, and he leaned close, his lips whispering over mine as he continued, “Or did you spread those pretty legs of yours for the first alpha whose scent you liked?”

I gasped as Emmett slid one finger inside of me, teasing me and stretching me. I clamped down on his finger, shaking my head helplessly in answer to Oliver’s question, and my voice was choked and breathy with arousal when I replied. “No...ah! Oh, fuck...I wasn’t looking...oh,Emmett...”

The alpha behind me chuckled, his finger working slowly in and out of my pussy as he leaned in and nipped at my shoulder, the same place where he had bitten me before. “She’s so fucking tight,” he murmured. He was speaking to Oliver, but I couldn’t stop myself from clenching down on his finger again, my body screaming for more and less, all at the same time.

“Is that right, Omega?” Oliver’s lips touched mine again, just for a second, and his voice was even more steady than before. “Is that needy little pussy tight and wet and desperate for us? If we let you go, would you bend over and present for your alphas the way your wolf is begging you to right now?”

I choked out a moan, and my hips rocked back and forth on Emmett’s finger as I watched Oliver smirk in triumph. Whatever indecision he had been wrestling with seemed to have faded away, and what was left in front of me was pure alpha—a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Me.

“She’s a virgin,” Killian offered casually.

Emmett and Oliver both inhaled sharply, and I looked his way, furrowing my brow a little as Emmett eased his finger out of me, leaving me screamingly empty. “How do you know that?”

Killian smirked, his eyes glinting, and Oliver made a soft sound that snapped my attention back to him. He was looking down at me in awe, his lips parted, making me want to surge forward and bite them.Mine. “Is that true?” he asked.

I swallowed, suddenly unsure. Emmett’s hands settled on my hips, far from my pussy now, and he hummed softly as hepressed a kiss to my shoulder, emboldening me. Refusing to look away, I nodded.

Oliver groaned, and then, so quickly that I barely saw him do it, he wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me up. I pressed firmly against him, and he dipped his head to kiss me again, making my head spin. Their scents were heavy in the air around me with the extra depth and warmth of arousal, and my pussy clenched.Empty. So fucking empty...

“Up,” Oliver ordered, his voice low and gruff. He backed me up until my ass hit the edge of the dining table, and I didn’t think twice before I obeyed, pushing myself up so that I was sitting on its surface.

Immediately, Oliver dropped to his knees. He was tall enough that his head was still level with my hips, even kneeling. Emmett cupped my chin, pulling my attention to him as Oliver’s lips brushed against the inside of my knee, shoving my legs wide and pulling me down so that my hips were hanging over the edge of the table.

I squeaked a little at the manhandling, and Emmett smirked at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Killian lean against the wall, watching with a slightly unhinged smile on his lips. I only had one second to wonder why he was staying back, watching his packmates with me rather than participating himself, before Emmett squeezed my chin, and his hand slid down to wrap around my throat as he leaned close.

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