Page 11 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

“My turn,” he murmured before sealing his lips against mine and kissing me breathless.

Oliver shoved my legs even wider at the same time, and he didn’t toy with me. His tongue was immediately on my clit, and the sensation almost made me yelp again in surprise before I dissolved into a puddle against the table, moaning helplessly into Emmett’s mouth.

Killian had teased me back at the club, but Oliver did no such thing. He attacked my clit, and Emmett swallowed the needy squeaks and moans that I let out as he kissed me. One of his hands slid down my front, gently cupping one of my breasts for a moment before heyankeddown the neckline of my dress and hummed in satisfaction when his fingers found my nipple.

“Oh,fuck...” I broke away just long enough to take in a ragged breath. Their scents were so hot and heavy in the air that they made my head spin, and the feeling of “Mine” grew stronger with each breath I took.

Maybe Killian was on to something. I’d never heard of this scent-match phenomenon, but this feeling of possession wasn’t normal...right? I hadn’t felt that way about any of the other alphas I had run into back at the club. There had to be something about these three that was different...

Emmett squeezed my nipple sharply between his fingers, making me yelp. The sudden bite of pain made me jerk, and unintentionally, my legs wrapped more tightly around Oliver’s head, yanking him closer and tugging his face more firmly against my pussy.

“Fuck, sorry...” I gasped.

Oliver growled, and the vibrations through my pussy felt fuckingincredible. He doubled down, his tongue sliding through myfolds and stabbing into me, working me up as his fingers dug more firmly into my thighs. There would be little fingerprint-shaped bruises there the next day, and I couldn’t wait to see them and remember this moment.

“Killian...” I turned to face him, suddenly needing him closer. He was still leaning against the wall, but the smug expression that had been on his face before had faded. In its place was a hunger that made my pussy clench, and Oliver groaned as he slid two fingers deep inside of me, stretching me more than I had ever been before, all in one go.

“Fuck,” Oliver groaned. He stilled his fingers at my gasp and pulled away enough that he could look up at me and then down between my legs in wonder. “Princess...”

The nickname made my stomach clench, and I whimpered as I reached out for Killian, moaning when Emmett’s tongue found my nipple.

“Killian, come closer, I need...” I didn’t even know what I needed. I reached down and wove my fingers through Oliver’s blond hair, gripping tightly enough that he let out another growl before he leaned in, sealing his lips around my clit again. The arousal buzzing through my body was making me lightheaded, and Killian chuckled softly as he came to my other side, leaning down and stroking my hair away from my forehead.

“Just relax, baby girl,” he murmured. “We’re going to take care of you. Do you trust me?”

I shouldn’t; I knew that. It was madness to answer that question in the affirmative. I had barely known the man for two hours, and I’d known his packmates for even less time. I certainly didn’tknow them well enough to let all three of them touch me the way they were or to think of them asmyalphas with the kind of certainty I had never even given myself permission to dream of.

“Yes,” I whimpered. My fingers flexed against Oliver’s head, and he eased his fingers in and out of me, stretching me so gently, so deliciously, that I couldn’t help relaxing. Emmett continued to tease my nipple with his tongue, and his fingers found the other one, toying with the sensitive bud over the fabric of my dress. Somehow, the barrier almost made the way he touched me more taboo, and I moaned loudly enough that the sound echoed a little off the walls.

All three alphas groaned in response, and Killian pressed closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Let us take care of you. Because we’re your alphas, aren’t we, sweet Omega? You’re ours, and we’re yours.” His hand flattened over my belly, holding me in place as Oliver worked me up hotter, harder, faster. I could feel the swell of pleasure bubbling up, low in my belly, all over again, and I could already tell that this orgasm was going to be even more devastating than the one that Killian had given me at the club.

“Touch me, Killian, please...” I begged.

Killian chuckled, and the sound was sweet and sadistic at the same time. “Not this time, baby girl,” he whispered. “Let the others take their fill. Let them learn what I already know. There will be plenty of time for me to touch you again.”

Then he pressed his lips against mine in a kiss that was almost devastatingly tender, and Oliver’s fingers pushed deeper,brushing up against the intense spot deep inside of me that Killian had introduced me to earlier. He set his teeth around my clit and gently bit down, and Emmett sucked my nipple harshly into his mouth at the same time, pinching my other nipple hard enough to make me arch off the table.

The combined sensations were enough to shove me over the edge, and Killian swallowed every single moan as I clamped down on Oliver’s fingers and rode the waves of pleasure. I tugged on his hair so hard that it had to hurt, but the alpha didn’t complain. He just licked me and touched me until the pleasure grew sharp—too much sensation—and then he went easily when I whimpered and pushed him away.

I took a deep breath, breaking the kiss with Killian, and he grinned down at me as I blinked at him hazily. Emmett released my nipples from his mouth and fingers and then hummed softly as he rested his cheek against my chest. Was he listening to my heartbeat?

God, I was so fucking tired...

I looked down at Oliver, and he pulled away, his chin glistening with my slick as he looked up at me. His pupils were wide in his eyes, and as I watched, his tongue darted out to taste me again, a soft rumble emanating from his chest as he slowly rose to his feet.

“Mine,” he whispered, his gaze heavy and meaningful on my face.

His face was the last thing I remembered before my vision blurred and blissfully faded into deep, restful sleep.

6

Emmett

I made breakfast too early the next morning. The sun had barely risen over the horizon before I was up, banging around in the kitchen and making far more noise than was strictly necessary to make breakfast for the three of us.

Thefourof us.

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