Page 92 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

Lilah nodded helplessly, her hips jerking and grinding down on my fingers, and I pressed the heel of my palm up against her clit, letting her grind on that, too. A glance out the window told me we were pulling into the street leading to the packhouse, and I wanted to see her come all over my hand before we made it home.

Killian laughed again, and the sound was distinctly devious, almost sinister sounding this time. “Oh, baby girl,” he cooed. “You’re going to be fucked so many times that you won’t know which way is up. We’re going to turn you inside out, and you’re going to fucking drench each and every one of us until you’re satisfied.” He let out a low growl. “But for now...I want to see you come all over Ollie’s hand. Can you do that for me?”

Lilah gasped, and I fingered her harder, the sound of her slick around my digits loud in the backseat of the limo. Her scent was heavy on the air, making my head spin, and I knew Emmett and Killian were feeling the same way—desperate, hard as fuck, and ready to give our omega anything and everything she might want or need.

“Come on, princess,” I growled. My other hand released her hip, darting up and wrapping firmly around the column of her throat. “Come all over my fingers. Take the edge off. We’ll take care of you properly as soon as we get home. But for now...” I pressed the heel of my palm more firmly up against her and snarled, “Fuckingcome.”

Lilah cried out, and Killian darted down, pressing a kiss to her lips and swallowing her near-scream as she clamped down on my fingers and shattered all over my hand. Her juices drenched me, soaking through both the fabric of her dress and my pants as she rode out the waves of her first orgasm.

Emphasis onfirst.

“Fuck, good girl, there you go. Such a good, sweet omega...” The words that fell from my lips were very nearly a babble; my mind was scrambled from arousal as my painfully hard cock throbbed in my pants. I desperately wanted to pull it out so I could stroke myself in time to the flutters of Lilah’s pussy around my fingers, but I didn’t.

I didn’t want a mildly unsatisfying orgasm in my palm—not right now, not when Lilah’s first heat was on us. I wanted to cum inside my omega, and I refused to have anything less than that before then.

“We’re here.” Emmett’s voice was a low rasp when he finally spoke, Lilah’s needy whimpering fading away as her orgasm finally tapered off. I watched hazily as Killian planted one more sweet kiss on her lips before pulling away, stroking one of her cheeks before he nodded at our packmate.

“Let’s get her inside.” He looked at me, his eyes practically glowing behind his glasses. “Take care of whatever you need to, and then come find us?” He smirked as I withdrew my hand from between her legs and then caught Lilah when she wobbled and practically fell into his arms. “She needs her nest, and she needs it now.”

I couldn’t argue with him, even though the thought of letting Lilah go right now was like pulling teeth. But he was right; I had to call my bosses, Killian’sandEmmett’s, and let them know we would each be out for a few days, then place a grocery order.

These were my duties as Prime Alpha of the pack.

“I’ll take care of everything,” I finally said after several deep breaths to try—and fail—to clear my head.

Killian nodded, his expression softening a little as Emmett opened the door and climbed out of the limo. “I know you will, Ollie.”

48

Killian

Lilah was soft and pliant in my arms when I hauled her into the house, Emmett and myself walking side by side. I was barely managing to hold onto my control, and quite frankly, it was a miracle that I hadn’t dropped Lilah onto the couch to rut into her like an animal the moment the front door closed behind Oliver.

Even now, I could hear him pacing around the ground floor, making the phone calls he needed to and speaking in a low voice.

Even as turned on and near-feral as I knew he was, he was still putting in the effort to take care of the pack the way we needed to be taken care of. It made something inside of me warm, and I allowed myself a small, secret smile as we reached the second floor and made an immediate beeline for the nest.

Lilah curled tighter in my arms, rubbing her cheek against my chest. “Killian...” she murmured dreamily.

The sound of her sweet, pleasure-soaked voice made my cock kick in my pants, and I couldn’t stop the low growl that vibrated through me.

“She needs more than just one of us,” Emmett said quietly, his voice intense as he kept pace next to me.

I nodded, shifting Lilah’s weight into one arm so I could reach for the closed door to the nest. Lilah seemed to soften even more the second it was open, as if her wolf could sense she was just that little bit safer now.

It was an unconscious reaction that made me melt, and something small and terrified inside of me...finally relaxed a little.

I hadn’t been sure we would ever get to the point where her wolf would finally recognize this room as her safe place—not after everything. Progress had been made, of course, but in heat, Lilah was more vulnerable than she would ever be...

And she felt safe. She knew thatwewere safe.

Tears suddenly stung at the corners of my eyes, just for a moment, before I swallowed them down and allowed my feral, needy instincts to take the lead again.

“Here you go, baby girl,” I said, my voice rough. I stood her up at the very edge of the bed and then carefully stripped her down while she swayed and looked up at me hazily. She made soft, needy little sounds with every brush of my fingers against her skin, and she was already so, so hot. I couldn’t imagine the blinding sensitivity of her skin, the way that she was simultaneously craving and shying away from touch...

Then Emmett came around behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling under her ear.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s lay down,” he murmured.

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