Page 91 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

I felt rather than saw Killian and Oliver exchange glances over the top of my head, and after a moment, Oliver said, “We have to go home, princess, because...”

“You’re going into heat, baby girl, and if we stay here any longer, it’ll be a fucking bloodbath,” Killian finished, his voice sharp.

I barely registered anything he said beyond the wordheat.

Oh.

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Oliver

It didn’t even occur to me to let my bosses know I would be leaving before we rushed out of the building, keeping Lilah tucked neatly between Killian and myself. My head swiveled from side to side, keeping an eye out as we made our way to the valet and waited impatiently for the gentleman working there to bring the car around.

The limo driver had been waiting in the VIP section while we were inside, and the second the car pulled up in front, he stepped out and opened the door for us to pile in, thankfully saying nothing, even as his nostrils flared as he caught Lilah’s scent.

“Oliver...” Lilah’s hand was delicate and soft in mine, flexing sporadically as she turned her face to nuzzle into my chest when she finally settled in her seat. Already, her cheeks were turning a brighter pink, and her eyes were glazed over. The sweetness ofher scent had doubled since we had left the house, and there was the distinct note of intense arousal mixed in there, too, not just the leftover need from Killian’s little edging session before we had left for the gallery.

I blanched a little bit at the thought, even as I wrapped my arm around Lilah and pulled her close to me. God, with her heat incoming, leaving her hanging like that must have been the most exquisite form of torture. It was no wonder she was wiggling under my arm, smelling like she was getting ready to climb me like a tree.

“Baby girl,” Killian tried, his voice slow and husky. I could already see his alpha trying to make its way out, and I sympathized. It was getting more and more difficult for me to control my inner urges and base desires, bubbling up from deep inside me and begging me to do something about this sweet, delicious-smelling omega who was so close to sitting directly in my lap.

Lilah blinked slowly, then turned to Killian, her lips parting. “Alpha?” she breathed.

The use of his designation made all three of us growl in turn, and my cock, already harder than I had ever thought it was possible for it to be, throbbed in the fine wool of my designer pants. I reached down and pressed the heel of my palm against it, desperately trying not to lose my cool as I pounded against the glass partition between us and the driver, trying to get his attention.

The partition rolled down, and he glanced back, offering a polite smile even as his nostrils flared. “Yes, sir?”

I gritted my teeth, pulling Lilah a little closer. “Please take us home as fast as possible. If you can get us there in less than ten minutes, there’s a tip.”

To his credit, the driver didn’t say anything about theobviousreason we might want to return home so quickly, especially when we hadn’t stayed at the gala for long. He just nodded, murmuring, “As you wish, sir,” and then rolled the partition up again, providing a very necessary barrier between himself and our omega.

The second the partition was back up, Lilah’s scent immediately grew stronger again, and I groaned. My cock was hard as fucking steel, and before I thought twice about it, I tightened my grip around Lilah’s waist and pulled her directly into my lap.

The skirt of her beautiful gown tore as she tumbled on top of me, her thighs splayed around my hips, but neither of us seemed to care as she settled her weight down. Her pussy, already dripping and soaking through every layer of fabric that separated the two of us, pressed firmly against my cock, and she gasped softly, her eyelids fluttering shut as her hips slowly rocked back and forth.

“Fuck, Ollie,” she whimpered. She leaned close, resting her forehead against mine, and I growled softly as I gripped her hips, helping her to move a little bit more firmly.

“There you go, princess,” I managed, my voice low and rough. “Rub that needy pussy up against my cock. It’s not enough, is it?”

Lilah shook her head, a miserable little groan escaping her as she pressed harder, desperately trying to get more friction where she needed it the most. “Please,” she whined.

I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling a little, even as my head spun at her fucking delicious scent. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Killian and Emmett fidgeting uncomfortably, their eyes fixed on our omega with the kind of hunger only an increasingly desperate alpha could feel. Neither of them made a move on Lilah, though, and I felt a flicker of warmth for my packmates giving me this moment with her.

That wouldn’t be the case as soon as we got home, and we could have her in her nest, so I had better make the best of it now.

I slid my hand under her undulating hips. It took a moment for me to sort through the many layers of fabric that were bunched up from her skirt, but when I finally reached her skin, the slick heat of her nearly made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Fuck, you are ready, aren’t you, princess?” I barely recognized the sound of my own voice; it was so heated and intense. I teased her clit—swollen and already twitching under my fingertips when I finally made contact—and then pushed two fingers inside of her without warning.

She immediately clenched down on my fingers, her walls slick and strong and already fluttering, and she pressed her face into my neck, rubbing up against me like a cat. “Oh,fuckyes,” she whimpered, her hips jerking. She pressed tiny, sweet kisses along the column of my neck, barely scraping her teeth there as she did so, and I groaned, tipping my head back to give her better access as I fingered her deep and slow, her juices drenching my wrist.

“Ollie, I need...I can’t...fuck...” She whimpered again, her voice needy and hazy, and when she pulled back just enough that shecould look me in the eye, there was very little rational thought reflected in her pretty eyes.

All that was left was arousal, need, and sweet, omega longing, looking for the release that only myself and my packmates could offer her.

“I know, princess,” I murmured, hooking my fingers up inside of her and rubbing her G-spot firmly. “I know. I know what you need. You just need to be a little bit more patient. Can you do that for me? You can have our cocks as many times as you need them as soon as we get home.”

Killian chuckled at my side, and his voice was a low purr when he moved forward and wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing his lips up against her ear as I continued to finger her. “How many times do you think you’ll need us to fuck you, baby girl, hmm? Two times, maybe three?”

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