Page 79 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

I sealed our lips together again before he could finish the sentence. I was done with talking. My nipples were aching, and my pussy was wet under my jeans, and I wanted, I wanted, Iwanted...

Oliver growled, seeming to take that as the assent he needed as his tongue pushed into my mouth without further questions. For several long moments, all we did was kiss, our lips moving together in a sexy, seductive dance that made my head spin. His scent filled my nose, and I could feel the hardness of his muscles flexing under my hands as I gripped his shirt.

He was holding himself back just as much as I was. He was nervous but excited—just as I was. A part of me was glad we were going on this emotional journey into bed together, but a bigger part of me was desperate for him to justsnapand take control the way he was so clearly desperate to.

“Oliver...” I gasped between kisses, my head spinning when he nipped at my lower lip again. “I’m...not going to break...”

He chuckled softly and then swooped down to press a tender kiss to the hollow of my throat— the exact place his bond mark would eventually rest.

“As you wish, princess,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

He stood up so quickly that only his sudden grip on my hair kept me from tumbling to the ground completely, and I let out a needy, helpless little sound as he rose to his full height, his grip on my hair bringing me up to kneel.

I looked up at him, already lightheaded with arousal, and the grin he flashed down at me was wicked. “Crawl, princess. Follow me to the bed on your goddamned knees.”

His voice was harsh, his eyes bright and anticipatory, and god, I couldn’t say no to him—not when I’d just told him I wouldn’t break if he treated me the way he wanted to.

Not when the idea of crawling for him made my pussy clench and my nipples get even harder, until I was certain that I would fucking combust if someone didn’t touch me right the fuck now.

“Yes...Alpha...” I panted, pressing forward until I was on my hands and knees. He leaned down so he didn’t have to release my hair, and the two of us moved that way, him backing up step by step and keeping his eyes intently on me as I crawled, my pussy clenching and rubbing slickly with each motion of my legs.

I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering softly when he finally sat on the edge of the bed, and I was able to kneel up and sit on my heels in front of him, scooting forward until I was positioned neatly between his spread legs.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the sight of me kneeling, and my stomach flipped at his soft purr of approval. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. His other hand came up to cup my chin, his thumb sliding along my lower lip as my lips parted. “I knew you would be.”

My lips parted, and my tongue flicked out along the pad of his thumb, just for a second, to see the way his eyes darkened down at me. “Have you...been thinking about this?” I whispered.

His eyes widened a little, and he let out a wry chuckle. “Princess, I haven’tstoppedthinking about this since you walked in on me in the shower,” he said softly. “If I’d been in a better place...”

He paused, and I leaned forward a little, mouthing at his thumb as I whispered, “What did you want to do to me?”

He growled, and his grip on my hair tightened as his other hand released my face and went to the button of his pants. “I wanted to grab you and bring you into the shower with me. I wanted to feel that dripping pussy around my fingers instead of just watching you touch it for me. I wanted...I wanted...”

I whimpered when his cock sprang free of the confines of his jeans, and his words trailed off as I leaned forward without any prompting. My mouth was watering, and my gaze flicked up to meet his before returning to the swollen length of his cock, licking my lips. “Did you hear me and Emmett fucking after that?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

I hadn’t meant to ask, but now that it was out there, I couldn’t deny that I was desperately curious to hear the answer.

Oliver chuckled, a raspy sound that quickly turned into a gasp when I parted my lips further and took the head of his cock into my mouth. His taste immediately burst out over my tongue, and I greedily chased the flavor that was leaking from the slit, sucking and tonguing and moaning softly when his grip on my hair tightened.

“Fuck...yes, I did,” he gasped. I peeked up at him, and his eyes were fixed intently on my face as he growled, “I heard him fingering your tight little ass while he fucked you. I heard every filthy fucking word he said.” His grip on my hair tightened evenmore, and I whimpered as my scalp stung deliciously. “Is that something you actually want, princess? You want each and every one of your holes filled by your alphas?”

I groaned, relaxing my jaw and sliding further down on his cock as I nodded. I barely blinked when the head of his cock bumped up against the back of my throat, only pulling away a little to take in a quick gasp of air before I pushed further, sinking down, down, down...

“Jesus,fuck.” Oliver’s grip on my hair tightened again, and he growled as he shoved my head the rest of the way down until my nose was pressed up against his pubic bone. “You’re sofuckinggood at that,” he hissed, his hips pulsing up into my mouth just a little.

I should have gagged. I should have hated how he was manhandling me. I should have told him that this wasnothow he would treat me going forward, in the bedroom or out of it...

But I didn’t. I didn’t gag; I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock instead. I didn’t hate it; I fuckinglovedit. And telling him to stop, that I didn’t want him treating me like this, that this wasn’t what I wanted...that was the last thing on my mind.

My safeword wasn’t needed.

I was...safe.

I moaned around his cock, and set a slow pace, bobbing up and down his shaft, swallowing every time the head nudged past the sensitive clutch of my throat. I gagged a few times, but nothing could make its way past the bliss that filled my head as Oliver fucked my mouth, making my mouth little more than a toy.

“Fuck, Lilah.” Oliver’s voice was awed, and when my eyes fluttered open so I could look up at him, he was looking down at me with something close to reverence. His other hand rose to stroke his fingers down my cheek, and he swallowed before murmuring, “You love this, don’t you? You love being on your knees for me, letting me use your mouth like this.”

I nodded, whimpering, and he groaned. “Are you wet, princess?”

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