Page 81 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

It was intense. It was...so much.

It waseverything.

“Alpha,” I whimpered, turning my head so I could press my nose against the flutter of his pulse. His scent filled my nose, soothingsomething inside of me, and Oliver let out a ragged groan as he pulled out just a little and then pushed all the way back in.

“Fuck. Such a good girl, Lilah. Good...sweet...omega...” He buried his face in my throat, and his arms slid under me, holding me tightly as he fucked me with deep, slow thrusts—hard enough to rattle my teeth when he bottomed out and tender enough that I never felt like he was using my body for his own gain, even if that was exactly what I was offering.

This was...connection. This was perfect. This was exactly what our first time should be.

It had been worth the wait.

“Alpha,” I rasped. It was the only thing I could say.

Pleasure flooded me, and I could feel the fledgling bond we’d created during the first month growing stronger with each passing moment of connection. It pulsed tentatively, as if it weren’t sure whether I would be hurt by the source of the bond again. But it was there, and I couldn’t stop the feeling of hope that rose with each thrust between my legs.

“So. Good.Fuck, Lilah.” Oliver leaned down and sealed our mouths together, and his hips picked up the pace. He fucked me hard and deep into the blankets of my nest, and our scents swirled together and permeated the air between us. We both panted as we drew closer to orgasm—fast, so fucking fast, as if we’d both just been waiting for permission before finally letting the fuck go.

“I...Oliver...I...” I panted into his mouth, our lips moving slickly against each other as we rocketed closer to coming. His cockgrew impossibly harder with each thrust inside me, and he growled, pulling away and looking me in the eye. Quick as a flash, his hand wrapped around the column of my throat, and his thumb pressed against my pulse as he pulled his teeth back, baring them as he leaned close to my face again.

“You want to come, sweet girl? You want to be a good little omega and come all over your alpha’s cock?”

I nodded helplessly, squirming in his grip,lovingthat he didn’t let me off easy. I loved that he held me there, pinned like a bug, making me feel inexplicably safe to struggle against him and know he wouldn’t let me go again.

He scoffed, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he fucked me harder. His hips were slamming into mine so harshly that I swore I was going to have bruises, and I whined as he snarled, “You don’t get to come until I tell you to, princess. Your needy pussy ismineto use and play with and fucking take. You gave yourself over to me, and now you’re fuckingmine. Do you understand me?”

Somehow, I knew that if I—for some reason—said I didn’t understand, we would keep playing this game. He would keep fucking me and talking dirty and making my brain leak out from my ears until Ibeggedfor him to finally let me come and knot me.

One day that might be a fun game to play. But not today.

“Yes, Alpha,” I managed, my voice rough with pleasure and the effort it was taking to hold myself back from falling over the edge. “I understand. Please,please, I want to come...”

Oliver snarled, and he kissed me again, hard. His lips crushed mine, his teeth sharp where they nipped me, and I could tell that he was barely—justbarely—holding back his shift. And then he pulled back, his eyes gleaming alpha gold, and growled, “Then fuckingcome, Omega.”

The second he gave me permission, I lost every bit of control I’d been clinging to. I arched up against him, my mouth falling open in a silent cry as I clenched down andshattered. I felt my juices flood his hard cock as he kept pounding me for another few hard thrusts, and then he slammed home and followed me over the edge with ahowl.

His arms tightened around me, and his hips nudged deeper, his knot slipping behind the clutch of my pelvic bone seemingly before either of us knew what he was doing. The intimacy of the action made me gasp, even as intense, orgasmic pleasure continued to circulate through my body.

It wasn’t until Oliver carefully rolled to the side and tucked me up against his chest, still locked to me with his knot, that I was able to let out a choked breath.

“You okay?” Oliver finally asked, after several moments of silence, where we both breathed heavily and caught up with ourselves.

I moved around a little, letting out a tiny little whine when his knot pulsed inside of me, and I took stock of myself.

I was...fine.

I peeked around, and even the sight of my nest, everything I had been avoiding since I’d come back, didn’t instill the panic or the dizzying, irritating symptoms I’d been dealing with for days.

“Yeah,” I whispered, looking up at him. “I actually think I am.”

A small smile touched Oliver’s lips, and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Good.”

42

Killian

I practically bounced around the kitchen while waiting for my coffee to brew. It was still a little dim outside, the sun just barely peeking up over the horizon, and the house was quiet, except for the thud of my heart in my ears.

Well, not entirely quiet. I’d heard the dim ring of Oliver’s phone’s alarm a little while ago, and now I was waiting for him and Lilah to wake up and start moving about their day.

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