Page 68 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

It felt good, but it wasn’t...enough...

“It’s not enough, is it, princess?” Oliver’s voice was hoarse, rough with pleasure, and when I looked him in the eye again, there was a feral gleam that made my stomach twist and ache. “Your fingers. They’re not enough.”

I whimpered and shook my head, stumbling forward and throwing my hand out to catch myself against the glass wall of the shower. I released my shorts to do so but didn’t pull my fingers out of my pussy. Instead, I leaned closer as I fingered myself harder, mine and Oliver’s faces only separated by a few inches of glass, and god, his scent was in my nose, and it smelled so...fucking...good...

“Which do you want more, Lilah?” Oliver whispered. He leaned close, the tip of his nose brushing against the glass, jerking his cock aggressively now. His hand flew across the hard, aching length, pre-cum gathering and then being washed away almost as quickly by the water as I watched. “My fingers...or my cock?”

His cock twitched at the mention of it, and I groaned, hooking my fingers up against my G-spot and shaking my head. I couldn’t speak or tell him howmuchI wanted what he was offering me...

“I think you want my cock,” Oliver continued, his voice getting tighter with each passing second. “I think you want me to take you back to my bed, to spread you out, and to worship every fucking inch of that beautiful body of yours. I think you want me to take my time so that I can show you how fucking sorry Iam and how much I’ll worship you if you’ll let me. I think you want me to toy with you until you’re begging, to fuck you with my fingers until you’re so desperate for my cock that you can’t see straight, and onlythenslide my cock inside of you, stretching you so fucking good and claiming you like the alpha youneed...”

He bit back a growl, and the aggressive sound did it for me. I threw my head back, gasping and moaning helplessly as my pussy clamped down around my fingers, and Icame.

The pleasure washed over me, more intense than I thought I could handle, and Oliver let out a tight, clenched moan. I forced my eyes open just in time to see him come, and I whimpered helplessly as I rode my fingers, watching his entire body tense and then relax as his cock jerked and sprayed all over the glass wall between us.

It was washed away almost immediately, and I licked my lips, ignoring the faint disappointment, low in my belly, that wished he had come all overme—that he had marked me in such a primal way so nobody would ever be able to tell me that I wasn’t his again.

Then, slowly, the realization of what we had just done seemed to hit both of us. I licked my lips, met his gaze, and saw equal conflict fighting in his pretty blue eyes, too.

We were taking it slow. My body still hadn’t recovered from the Bond Rejection Syndrome, but I...hadwantedthat—desperately. I had wanted to feel that connection with Oliver, especially after he had been avoiding me, even if I knew it was for my own good.

“Princess...” Oliver whispered.

I immediately shook my head. Despite the orgasm I’d just had, my body was still hot, twitchy, and oversensitive, and I needed to getoutof here. If I stayed...fuck, if I stayed, there was every chance I was going to walk right into that shower, clothes be damned, and ask him to take whatever it was that he wanted from me, to give me what he knew Ineeded.

“Sorry,” I finally whispered, stepping back. “I shouldn’t have intruded.”

Then I turned on my heel and hurried out of the bathroom, feeling his eyes burning into the back of my neck even as he let out a possessive growl that ripped through every one of my defenses and turned them into tatters.

I was going to have to be careful around him—not just because of the Bond Rejection Syndrome and the serious effects it could have on my health, but also because I could feel my control slipping.

I wanted him. He wanted me.

I didn’t know how much longer I could resist him. But right now, with my body still buzzing with desire...

I needed one of my other alphas to take care of me.

36

Emmett

When I stirred from sleep, the first thing I became aware of was the feeling of soft, sweet lips pressing against my jaw.

The sensation was so tender that for a moment, I was almost positive that it was an extension of my dream and that I was lingering in the half-awake, half-asleep space where everything felt good and nothing could go wrong.

But then I felt delicate but firm fingers wrap around the hard length of my cock through my pants, and I let out a gasp as I was stroked.

That woke me all the way up, and I jolted upright, nearly banging my head against Lilah’s as she pulled away with a soft, throaty giggle.

“Sweetheart,” I gasped, reaching for her. My cock throbbed, and when my eyes fluttered open, I saw her sitting on her heels, herlittle shorts and T-shirt wrinkled and disheveled, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Oh...” I groaned, my already-hard cock throbbing. I breathed in again, letting out a low growl, and Lilah gave a tiny whimper as she pressed close to me again, straddling my hips.

“Emmett,” she whispered. Her voice was tight and thready with need but oddly satisfied at the same time, and it flipped a switch in my brain, making me grab her and flip the two of us onto my bed before my rational mind caught up with my body.

I growled and pressed my nose into the crook of her neck, breathing in her deliciously aroused scent, and my cock throbbed when she wrapped her legs around me. She whimpered, her hips undulating against me, and I felt the fabric of my pajama pants growing wet, soaking through with her sweet slick and making my head spin.

“What time is it?” I managed, my voice rough. It was still dark, so it was either very late or very early.

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