Page 107 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

That did it for Emmett as well. He groaned, and his fingers in my hair flexed, pulling me all the way down on his cock as his shaft pulsed and he emptied down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, the salty taste soothing my mind, and already, the haze that had come over me in the car was starting to clear a little bit.

Just a spike. But that meant I needed one more...

“Fuck, Lilah. Don’t fucking do that to us again.” Emmett’s voice was a desperate growl as his softening cock slipped out from between my lips, and then he leaned down to kiss me harshly, uncaring that he could probably still taste himself on me.

Killian slipped out between my legs without knotting me, sending a tiny pang of disappointment through my chest, and Oliver chuckled by my ear, pressing a tiny kiss to my shoulder before pushing himself up and switching places with Killian.

“Just a little bit more, princess, and then we can all fucking sleep,” Oliver said, his voice rough and soothing at the same time.

I pulled away from Emmett’s kiss, linking our fingers together when he collapsed next to me, and I nodded at Oliver, whimpering as he slid the head of his cock over my clit in a teasing circle.

“Ollie, please, fuck me,” I whimpered, spreading my legs further.

He chuckled, and Killian lay on my other side, pressing a kiss to my cheek as Oliver surged forward, burying himself inside of me.

I was surrounded by my alphas, filled and satisfied and safe, and I gave myself over to the pleasure as Oliver fucked me in slow, smooth strokes. Every time he filled me, I felt another piece of my heart and mind heal, my hormones calming, and as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge, a certainty filled my entire chest, making me feel like I could float.

“Ollie,” I whimpered, releasing both Killian and Emmett where I was touching them and forcing myself up onto my elbows. The new position put me nose to nose with Oliver, and his blue eyes darkened as he looked at me, his hips never stopping even for a second. The new position allowed him to go deeper with each thrust, and I let out a heady, lusty moan before I managed to focus again. I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, lending my full body weight to him as he fucked me.

“I want your bite,” I managed, my voice clear through the pleasure. “I want your bond. Now, please.”

Oliver’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at me, then flicked from side to side—no doubt looking at both Killian and Emmett to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating what I was saying.

When he looked back at me, his throat bobbed with a swallow. “Are you sure?” he whispered, stilling inside of me. His hips were pressed against mine, his cock filling me so fucking deliciously.

I nodded. “I’m so sure,” I whispered back. My body still hummed with arousal, and I could feel the faintest of hormone hazes clouding my brain, but I was sure.

I was finally fuckingsure.

Oliver closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, there was a fire burning in them that hadn’t been there before.

He started fucking me hard and fast, his hips snapping harshly against mine as he slid his arm around my lower back and held me firmly to him, his eyes fixed on mine as he fucked me.

“Not until you come,” he said, his voice so low and intense that it sounded like a threat. “Come around my cock, princess, and then I’ll sink my teeth into your neck.”

With the intensity of his voice and the way he was thrusting into me...it was all too easy to follow the order.

I tossed my head back as my entire body seized around his cock, screaming as I came, and he let out a low growl as he slammed home inside of me, too, and followed me over the edge. His knot slipped inside of me, swelling, and then he sank his teeth into my throat.

Immediately, the bond—the faint little connection that had been living inside me since I’d first met Killian and he’d dragged me home—flared to life, and I screamed again, this time in joy. The connection between us solidified, becoming so big and bright that it hardly felt like it had anywhere to go, and then I reached out for Killian and Emmett again, pulling them close.

I could feel them. I could feel allthreeof them.

They were mine. My alphas.

Fuck.

After a moment, Oliver detached his teeth from my neck with a soft groan, and then his tongue was bathing the wound, cleaning up the blood where it had trickled down my throat and over my chest. He nipped at the swell of my breast, making me giggle a little.

When Oliver finally released me, Emmett and Killian shuffled close, pressing tight on either side of me. “You’re fucking perfect,” Emmett said quietly, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I swear to God, Lilah, if you ever go missing again, I’m going to be the one committed,” Killian murmured, his voice light and happy again.

I snorted, and we all rearranged ourselves so Oliver could lay next to me and keep me wrapped in his arms while we waited for his knot to deflate.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I was happy, and we were finally fucking safe. Hunter Randall...he was dead, and I finally had Oliver’s bond mark blazing on my neck.

“What do we do now?” I mumbled, the thought swimming to the front of my sleepy mind.

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