Page 70 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

She shook her head, whimpering helplessly. “No. I...god, I need more. And he knew it. Just like you know it. And he watched me come, and I watched him come, and I was so fucking hot while I watched...”

That, more than the rest of her story—as sexy as it was—made my head perk up, and my eyes narrowed. “Hot?”

She nodded, still squirming on my fingers as she did so. “Mmm. Like...sweaty, and my skin was tingly and sensitive, and even after I came, I was still so fucking horny...”

Oh.

I chuckled softly, sliding up until I was face to face with my omega, brushing the tips of our noses together. “Sounds like a heat spike, baby girl,” I informed her, my voice low. “Your body is getting ready to go into heat for the first time. Sometimes that means you’ll have little hormone spikes that feel like your heat but aren’t as intense.”

She blinked hazily up at me, and the slick sounds of my fingers moving in and out of her made my head spin. I forced myself not to tear my pants off and rut into her like the animals we were sometimes; this was important.

“So...this is normal,” she said slowly, her voice thick and hazy.

“Well, it’s not very common, from what I’ve read,” I amended. “But yes, it’s normal.”

“Will it...last a while?” She cocked her head to the side, and I could already see the faint flickers of awareness that I’d managed to wrest from her fading away.

I chuckled softly, leaning down to brush our lips together. “Maybe. Do you want to know what helps?”

“What?” Her fingers clutched at my chest, scrabbling and scratching gently, and my body lit up like she was presenting her pussy for her alpha.

She would be soon.

I laughed darkly, leaning down to press my lips against her ear. “Getting fucked.”

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Lilah

The moment the filthy words were out of Emmett’s mouth, he pulled away from me and gripped my hips, flipping me over until I was on my belly and he could yank my hips up easily.

“There you go, Omega,” he cooed, gently smoothing his hand over my too-sensitive skin. “Present for your alpha. There’s a good girl.”

My head spun. This was a side of Emmett I had never seen before—one I hadn’t even been able tofathommight exist. He was so quiet, measured, and thoughtful in his everyday life that I’d only ever thought he would be the same in bed when I finally got him into it.

And I couldn’t explain exactly what urge had called for me to go and find Emmett after my little encounter with Oliver rather than returning to Killian, where I knew I would be satisfied.

My inner wolf hadscreamedfor Emmett, though, and when I had walked into his room and been assaulted by his scent, I’d known I’d made the right call.

His fingers gently teased over my hips before sliding further down, trailing down between my legs and making me gasp.

“What, sweetheart? Sensitive?” His voice was rough, and I could hear his wolf growling as if it were desperate to be let out. I canted my hips further up, nodding as he finally gave me what I wanted and sank two fingers knuckle-deep inside me again.

“Please...” I whimpered.

He groaned and pressed closer. The covered length of his cock brushed up against the back of my thigh, making me whimper, and he chuckled, the sound a little mad, a little breathless. “You should see yourself, sweetheart. Such a good girl, the way you’re presenting this pretty, needy cunt for me.” He pulled his fingers out and then thrust them all the way in again. “So wet.”Thrust.”So swollen.”Thrust.”So desperate.”Thrust.”Somine.”

I lay there, pinned in place by the force of my lust and our hormones, as he slowly took me apart. The bed was soft under my cheek, the sheets clutched tight in my fists, and I let him take what he wanted and give me what I needed.

I was hot. So fucking hot. My mind was a mess, and all I could do was give my inner omega what she was crying for.

Which was my alpha’s fucking cock.

“Please, Emmett,” I whined. I clenched down on his fingers when he tried to pull them out of me, and he chuckled when I groaned and pushed back again. “Please.”

“Need to be fucked, sweetheart?” He pulled his fingers all the way out and then moved away from me, making me groan in desperation as I waited, desperate to find out what he was going to do. I heard the slide of fabric against skin, and then the bed dipped underneath me again as he positioned himself.

I peeked under my leg, the only place where I could get a view of him, and he grinned at me as he stroked the hard length of his cock. He was so hard that it looked almostpainful, and a bead of glistening pre-cum was already gathering at the head of his cock, ready to prime his way when he pushed inside of me.

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