Page 80 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

Again, I nodded, and he buried his cock in my throat one more time before he pulled me off, growling softly as he manhandled me to my feet and thenthrewme on the bed.

“Off,” he growled, gripping the waist of my jeans and yanking them down my legs roughly. I giggled a little as he did so, ignoring the slight tearing sound as he was a little too rough with the waist. I didn’t care; I would buy new jeans if he ended upliterallyripping my pants off me.

I lifted my hips so he could pull my jeans off altogether and then groaned when he shoved my legs open wide and settled between them, his nose sliding up the sodden fabric of my panties, breathing in my scent. His eyes fluttered a little as he got a clear hit of my arousal, and his eyes flicked up to mine as he pressed a sweet, tender kiss to my pelvic bone. “Shirt. Off. I need to see you naked, princess,please.”

Fuck, I knew I should be protesting. I knew I should be telling him to back off and that we were nowhere near a point where we could be doing this together, let alone where I should be so enthusiastically spreading my legs for him.

I couldn’t find it in me to protest, though. I didn’t want to. I just reached down, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and tugged itover my head, taking my bra along with it without bothering to unclasp it. The sight of his blue eyes widening at the reveal of my bare tits was enough of a reward itself, and I spread my legs a little bit further, whimpering softly when he leaned down again, this time taking my underwear between his teeth.

He didn’t tell me what he was doing, and he didn’t wait for permission. He just tore my underwear off with one smooth motion, baring my pussy to him, and I whined softly as the cool air of the room finally hit my swollen folds.

He groaned, leaning down and dragging his tongue up through my sensitive flesh without another word. He attacked my pussy with the same vigor he’d attacked my mouth when he had first kissed me. Less than thirty seconds later, he had my legs shaking, his fingers digging into the inside of my thighs to keep me from snapping my legs closed around him, keeping me bared and open for him.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my entire body curling in on itself. I wanted to keep watching him eat me out, just to see that it was really happening, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing as he sucked on my clit and pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy. He curled them up against my G-spot, making me whimper, and his eyes finally opened, practically glowing with lust as they flicked up and finally met mine.

“You taste so fucking good, princess,” he murmured, pulling away just enough that he was able to speak. His lips brushed up against my folds, making me tremble. I whined softly as I reached down and wound my fingers through his hair, gripping just as tightly as he’d held mine when I was on my knees.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” I begged, all shame lost. I wanted his tongue on me, his fingers inside of me. I wanted him moaning into me like he couldn’t get enough. I wanted to know that this man—thisalpha—was just as lost for me as I was for him.

His tongue flicked out, teasing along my clit just for a moment, and then he pulled away, ignoring my whine as he rose up and hovered over me, looking every bit as debauched as I felt with his messy hair, gleaming lips, and flushed cheeks.

“But if I stay down there with my tongue buried in your pretty cunt,” he whispered, “how am I supposed to fuck you?”

He descended on me again with those filthy words, his lips capturing mine as his hands dropped down to shove his pants the rest of the way off. I could feel the hard length of his cock brushing up against my thigh with every halted movement he made, and I groaned as he pulled away, tugging his shirt up and over his head, revealing his torso to my greedy eyes.

“You should never wear a shirt again,” I breathed. “It should be a new house rule. All three of you should always be shirtless. Always.”

He chuckled, his eyes looking appreciatively down my naked form. “I don’t think you want to know what I would make a house rule if it were up to me,” he said huskily.

I let out a little giggle, scooting further up the large bed and settling in the pile of soft blankets I had chosen for my nest. It was surreal, feeling these fabrics and scents surrounding me—the ones I had so painstakingly chosen before everything had gone to shit. Even now, I could smell the faint lingering of my own scent, Killian’s scent, and Emmett’s scent from whenthey had helped me set everything up. Briefly distracted, I looked around, taking in every surface, every fabric, and every decoration I had chosen.

One day, I would be able to come in here and not have a panic attack. I wouldn’t need one of my alphas to help me through the uncertain feelings. Someday soon, this place would be mine, a place where I could go to feel safe, no matter what.

Today was a good first step towards that goal.

I shifted my gaze back to Oliver, and he watched me carefully, understanding in his eyes as he hovered over me. His arms flexed where he held himself upright, and he leaned down to brush his lips against my jaw. “You’re safe,” he murmured, his voice much softer and more tender than it had been only a moment before.

I let out a shaky sigh, and one of my hands rose to slide through his hair. The blond strands were soft against my fingers, and I gave a gentle tug, reveling in the soft growl he gave me.

“I’m starting to learn that,” I replied, my voice equally soft.

Our lips met in a sweet, soft kiss, and for a moment, that was the only part of our bodies that connected. I could sense his desire and smell his arousal in the air, but he didn’t push me. His lips moved softly against mine, and the needy little whimper I let out was barely enough to get him to press a little bit closer to me and rest his warm body over mine.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” he murmured, his voice thick with want.

I hated the hesitation that radiated from him, and I spread my legs around his hips, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him close. “Then what are you waiting for?” I breathed.

He groaned, tipping his head back just for a moment, and then he looked down at me, his eyes practically glowing.

“I’m going to fuckingdestroyyou, Omega,” he growled.

The filthy words made my breath hitch, and then he shifted his weight just enough that his cock was rubbing up against my clit. I whined, and he reached down to position the head of his cock against me.

And then hethrust, his cock settling inside of me in one sharp movement.

“Oh,fuck,” I wailed, my arms coming up to wind around his neck and pull him close, and it took a second—alongsecond—to adjust to the sudden sensation of complete fullness.

Oliver wasbig—something I’d known, of course, based on how far down my throat he’d been just minutes before. But having his cock buried in my throat was an entirely different sensation from having him fuck my pussy, and I wasoverwhelmedby the feeling of him inside me for the first time.

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