Page 67 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

I was still half asleep, and that was the only explanation I could think of for what I did next.

I pushed into the bathroom, and it took longer than I wanted to admit for my eyes to adjust to the fact that the lights in the bathroom were already on.

Then, it took evenlongerfor me to realize that not only was the light on, but the shower was also on.

I blinked and froze at the sight in front of me.

Of course, Killian was still in bed, so it could have only been one of two people. Emmett’s smell would have registered in my brain first since I’d spent time with him most recently...

My breath caught, and arousal pounded through my body so intensely that I almost collapsed to the ground right then and there.

Oliver was standing in the shower, his blond hair slicked back as he tipped his head back to catch the water. His eyes were closed, the faint shadow of blond scruff on his jaw making my mouthgo dry. Water sluiced down his body, and against my better judgment, I dropped my gaze, licking my lips.

His hand was wrapped around his cock.

God, hishand was wrapped around his cock.

The needy whimper that escaped me couldn’t be helped, and Oliver’s eyes immediately snapped open. His mouth opened, lips parted, and as I watched, his grip around his cock tightened, and I saw his free hand twitch.

Towards me.

“Lilah,” he managed, his voice strained. “What are you...”

I was crossing the room before I could stop myself, my body operating independently of my mind. My mind was screaming that I needed to leave, that this was an enormous violation of privacy, that I needed to leave him to...do whatever he was doing.

But I couldn’t. I needed to be close to him. His scent was mixed with the clean smell of water and steam, and for the first time since I’d come back, I didn’t feel physically stressed over it.

“Lilah.” Oliver’s voice deepened as I drew near him, and I swallowed hard as I watched him stroke his cock, slowly. Just once, from base to tip, with a twist around the sensitive head.

“Oliver...” The word was a whisper, and without any conscious prompting from my brain, my hand slid up until I palmed my throat, collaring my neck as he would, to feel the slightrestriction as my fingers squeezed the sides. My pussy clenched as I did so, and my other hand twitched towards the needy spot...

“No!” Oliver’s bark startled me, and I looked up at him, haze already starting to filter down over my eyes. Oliver’s expression was near-feral, and he shook his head, pressing his palm to the glass wall of the shower, leaning closer to me.

The barrier was still between us, so neither of us could touch each other, even if we wanted to.

“Don’t touch yourself. Not yet, princess,” he murmured, so low that I could barely hear him over the pounding water. He stroked his cock again, and then he nodded, licking his lips. “Spread your legs and pull your shorts to the side. Let me see that pretty pussy.Please.”

The “please” nearly did me in. It sounded desperate and broken, and the combination of desperation, disbelief, andneedin his eyes when they flicked up to meet mine nearly sent me to my knees, ready to present and ask him to take whatever he needed from me.

My heart fluttered, but it was with excitement this time, not stress or anxiety. I relished the way that my body seemed to have forgotten what Oliver had done to me, at least temporarily, and I swallowed down another needy moan before I reached down and pulled my shorts to the side, baring my naked pussy.

Oliver groaned, and his hand started to move on his cock again. “Look at you,” he whispered. He was speaking so quietly that I practically had to read his lips, and I clenched at the way he was so clearly affected by the sight of me. “You’re so fucking wet...”

I whimpered and I squeezed my throat one more time with the hand that still rested there before I released my neck and slid my hand down the front of my body. My fingers found my clit, swollen and slick with my juices, and I let out a groan that echoed across the walls, all shame a thing of the past in my mind.

“Fuck...” I whimpered, continuing to toy with myself. I looked at Oliver; his eyes were fixed directly between my legs, hunger radiating through their blue depths and making my knees weak. My legs trembled, and it took everything inside of me not to collapse as I touched myself even slower.

“Alpha...” The word was a soft moan, and Oliver’s eyes snapped to my face.

“Finger yourself, princess,” he growled, his hand working his cock faster. “Just one finger, now. Be a good little omega for me.”

I obeyed without question in the face of my raging need. It was like everything my body had gone through over the past weeks had caused something to snap inside of me, and all the stress hormones had morphed into lust in my body. All I wanted was him, now, now,now.

I pushed one finger as deep inside of me as it would go, and my knees buckled. I moaned, long and loud and shamelessly, and I felt the trickle of my juices down the inside of my thigh as I spread my legs further.

God, I waswet.

“Jesus...” Oliver groaned, and I forced myself to look at his face again. Not because I didn’t want to see him—or the pleasure that was saturating each and every one of his handsome features—but because...fuck, it was getting hard to hold my head up. My entire body felt hot, and I whimpered as I added a second finger without prompting, hooking both of them up deep inside of me.

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