Page 97 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

His teeth set against my skin in a sharp pinch, though he didn’t break the skin, and my inner omega wentferal. She wanted her alpha’s mark, needed his bond in our chest, needed him to claim me in that final way that only he could...

“Ollie.” Killian’s voice was a low warning, and his hips started working, his cock thrusting in and out of my asshole with slow, smooth motions. What was left of my brain leaked out of my ears, and I was a dripping mess of a girl between the two of them, desperate to come despite the fact I knew my body had to be reaching its limits.

“Won’t,” Oliver mumbled, a little more human in his voice. “But want to.”

“I want it, too.” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them, my animal hindbrain taking over as an orgasm built low in my belly. “I want...please, Ollie...”

His lips curved up in a smile against my skin, and he fucked me harder, his hips working fast and intense now.

“Not right now. But soon. Do you hear me, Omega? You’re going to be fucking mine...soon.”

He set his teeth against my skin again as he shoved his hand between our pressed bodies, working my clit in hard, fast motions that immediately took me to the edge and then shoved me over unceremoniously. There was hardly any build-up, but that was okay. I didn’t need the long foreplay right now, the drawn-out fucking.

I just neededthem.

“Fuck.” Killian groaned and then kissed the back of my neck as he continued to thrust inside of me, slow and smooth, drawing out my orgasm until I slumped between the two of them. I let out a needy, helpless little moan, and Killian carefully pulled out of me, still hard even as he chuckled at my soft whine.

“I’ll be right here when you’re ready to be fucked again, baby girl,” he promised me.

I hummed, and then the three of us fell into a soft, comfortable silence. My mind was quiet again, and I started to doze after afew seconds, clenching around Oliver’s cock where it was still filling me deep.

“You’re going to offer her the bond?” Killian’s voice floated over my head as I drifted.

“Yes,” Oliver said. “She’s earned it. And...I trust her.”

My heart thumped a little unevenly at the admission, my rational mind crowing from its spot at the back of my mind. The trust had been hard-won between the two of us, built brick by brick. Warmth flooded me that had nothing to do with the lingering remnants of my heat, and I sighed as I nuzzled into Oliver’s chest. His hand rested against the back of my head, stroking through the strands, and Killian nodded, making a soft, approving sound against my skin.

“Damn straight.”

51

Lilah

I squeezed my mother’s hand tightly, my stomach swooping as I looked at her.

She’d gotten even worse in the week since I’d seen her last. Five of those days had been the days I’d been in heat, though, so I couldn’t feeltoobad about not coming to see her...

That was a lie—I felt like shit about it, especially because my mother looked like she was on the very edge of death’s door in front of me.

Mom smiled weakly as she looked up at me, her hand squeezing mine back weakly. “You’re looking good, baby,” she rasped out.

I winced at the sound of her voice, feeling the urge to tell her not to speak—to conserve her strength. But I bit back the words; who knew how many more opportunities I would have to hear her speak to me?

“I’m feeling pretty good,” I said instead, offering her a smile. I leaned a little closer, lowering my voice conspiratorially, though we were the only two in the room. “I had my first heat cycle.”

Her eyes widened a little, and the smile pulled even wider on her lips. “How did it go?”

I squirmed at the question, but I couldn’t stop smiling. “It was good,” I finally said. “And I’m not going to give you any more details than that, so don’t you dare ask.”

Mom laughed, the sound raspy and strained. The monitor attached to her blood pressure spiked for a moment, letting out an irritating wail until she settled.

Her eyes twinkled at me when she looked at me again. “I’m glad, you know. I’m so glad you found a pack that seems to care about you so much and is so willing to make amends after making such a spectacular mistake. Killian especially seems to be something special.”

I smiled and lay my head on the pillow next to her, the way I had done so many times as a kid. “He is. They all are.” I paused and then said, my voice trembling the tiniest bit, “Oliver has asked me formally if I’ll bond with the pack.”

I had vague recollections of him telling me the same while I was in the midst of my heat—my memories of those five days were fuzzy at best—but when I had finally come to, Oliver had sat me down with the other two to formally offer me the pack bond.

His eyes had been shining when he’d done so, getting on his knees in front of me and sitting on his heels with his hands on the tops of his knees, palm up.

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