2. Lilah
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Lilah
I blinked, and we went from the middle of the dance floor to a quiet, more secluded hallway in the dark that led to the bathrooms. The alpha slammed me up against the wall, though one of his hands cupped the back of my head, protecting me from cracking my head against the hard surface.
And then his mouth was on mine, and every thought I’d had about de-escalating—about trying to extract myself from him and get my head screwed back on straight again—disappeared.
His taste was heavy, and the notes of pine and cinnamon in his scent were much stronger in his flavor. It was intoxicating, and the needy whimper I let out was much more audible back here, away from the crowd and the loud music. My wolf whined in my chest, and my fingers tingled with the emergence of claws as my body partially shifted. I withdrew them again with great effort.
The alpha let out a low growl, and I felt it vibrate against the palms of my hand as I clutched at his shirt. I kissed him back, giving as good as I got despite the voice in my head screaming that I was making a mistake, that this was impulsive, that I didn’t even know this man who had his tongue down my throat...
“What’s...” I gasped, pulling away from the kiss and sucking in a great lungful of air. The alpha didn’t release me, instead burying his nose in my neck again and pressing his lips against my pulse. “What’s your name?” I finally managed, my hands sliding further up his chest and diving into his hair. His curls were just as soft as they had looked back on the dance floor, and I whimpered when he mouthed at my neck, undoubtedly breathing in my damning scent like it was the only thing he ever wanted to smell.
“Killian,” he said, his voice practically feral, muffled against my skin. “Fuck, baby girl...”
“Lilah,” I managed. I don’t know why it was suddenly so important to me that he knew my name, but it was. It was paramount. It was the most important thing that could possibly happen in this heated moment in the back hallway of a club, though I couldn’t explain why if he had asked me.
He pulled away, his pupils blown wide. Back here, the lighting was so dim that they looked pure black—the eyes of a predator.
“Lilah,” he breathed.
Then he leaned down again, capturing my lips with his, and every thought I had flew out the window. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I reveled at the low, alpha growl that vibrated against my lips. His scent surrounded me, his taste on my skin, and when he nudged one knee up between my legs, I didn’t think twice before I parted my thighs and let him press even closer to me.
Yes, yes, yes...
My pussy clenched, and one of his hands slid down from where he held me around my waist. His other hand flexed on the back of my head, still protecting me, in a gesture that was oddly sweet amongst the feral arousal vibrating between the two of us.
My breath caught when his hand slid up my thigh, encouraging me to hitch it up around his hips, and I whined as his fingers toyed along the sensitive inside, teasing skin that nobody other than me had ever touched before.
“Please...” Killian murmured, pulling away slightly, just enough for us both to draw in ragged breaths and breathe in each other’s increasingly overwhelming scents. “Please, baby girl, I need...”
He sounded half-mad, and instinctively, I knew what he meant—what he needed from me, no matter how ill-advised I knew it was.
“Touch me, Alpha,” I whimpered. I could feel the wetness of my panties where they pressed against my center, and in the back of my mind, I wondered if it was omega slick making them so damn wet or just my usual fluids. I’d heard there was a difference, though I’d never thought to ask any questions about it.
I never thought I would be in a situation where it mattered . But I was, and it did, and god, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted it, I wanted it, I wanted it...
He growled, and his fingers slid further up my thigh, feathering along my skin and making me gasp. He swallowed the sound with another kiss and kept his lips pressed against mine as he finally moved his hand between my legs. His animalistic growl vibrated against my lips when he pressed his hand up against my pussy and felt how wet he was making me.
“ Fuck !” His eyes widened when he pulled away again, and his lips pulled away from his teeth in an aggressive snarl. “Is this all for me, Omega?” he growled.
I nodded helplessly, my hips working against his fingers. For all the aggression that radiated through his body, the hardness, and the alpha bark in his voice, his fingers were gentle between my legs. He teased me, his fingers toying along the sodden gusset of my panties before sliding just underneath and then retreating when a new—and truly humiliating—whine escaped me.
“I...yes, Alpha, please...”
I barely knew what I was saying, and the groan that he let out was gratifying . His fingers hooked under my underwear and ripped , tearing the delicate fabric off me with barely a bite around my hips. I knew I should have been upset about it, but all I could feel was excitement.
My alpha was there. He had found me and made it so he could access me —all of me. I’d give myself to him, too, but he needed to tell me what he wanted and help me know how to be a good little omega for him...
The train of thought slammed me to a halt, and for a moment, my mind cleared. Killian’s dizzying scent was still around me, but I could think clearly for a moment and look at the situation from an outside perspective to see how bad this was.
“Killian, I...this isn’t normal ...” My words melted in a moan as he teased his fingertips—still surprisingly blunt and human, despite the arousal that I could scent on him—along my swollen, slick folds. I spread my legs further, as much as I was able to, with my leg still hooked around his hip, rubbing myself up against him as best I could. My juices had already soaked through the front of his pants at the top of his thigh, and I couldn’t help the primal jolt of satisfaction at the idea of him walking around with my scent soaking into his pants, directly where his cock was hard and straining against his zipper.
“Mmm,” Killian mumbled. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who says what’s normal?” He continued to tease me gently with his fingers, lifting his head so that he could look me in the eye. His pupils were still blown with arousal, but there was a glimmer of awareness in them that hadn’t been there only a moment before. “Do you want me to stop, Lilah?”
The question stumped me, and I furrowed my brow as his slick finger slid higher, teasing tiny circles around my clit. The bundle of nerves was almost painfully swollen, each little brush of his fingertip sending a jolt of pleasure that I barely knew how to handle. I gasped softly as he pressed his thigh a little harder between my legs, giving me a nice, firm surface to grind my slick pussy against.
“I...I don’t...um...” My mind was fuzzy, and I forced myself to hold my breath to deprive my brain of his fucking scent for a moment while I tried to gather my thoughts.
I hadn’t known that being an omega would be like this . None of the other alphas in the club had affected me like this. What was it...what was it about him ?
“No, I don’t want you to stop,” I finally whispered, biting my lower lip as I looked up at him. I swallowed hard, and my hips continued to work against his thigh and his finger, teasing my empty entrance and my clit in turn. My pussy clenched around nothing, and god, I had never noticed how deprived I was without something inside of me. I’d never even fingered myself before this, but why did it suddenly feel like I was going to die if Killian didn’t give me what I needed?
He cocked his head to the side, and a small smirk touched his lips as his finger stopped moving on my clit altogether and then pulled away. He ignored my enraged groan and leaned close to brush the tip of his nose against mine. “Was that a question, baby girl?”
I let out a frustrated growl and shoved at his shoulders. For a brief moment, I forgot where we were, who we were, my new status, and what it meant for me.
Only for a moment, though. Then my breath caught, and I looked up at him with no small amount of trepidation. Omegas were rare and revered, yes, but alphas demanded respect. I’d read many stories about alphas losing their tempers and shifting to teach the offending wolf a lesson for far less disrespect than I’d just shown him.
Bafflingly, though, Killian was grinning. “Feisty,” he murmured. His eyes gleamed gold at me, and he chuckled. “I like it.”
Then he leaned in again to kiss me, and while it was still hot and consuming, the haze that seemed to have wrapped around us when we first came back into the hallway seemed to be dissipating. I don’t know if his scent was getting less overwhelming or if I was simply getting more used to it, but I felt like I could think more clearly.
Until he pulled away, looking down at me with no small amount of awe. “The guys are going to be pissed that I’m here, and you’re here, and they’re not,” he breathed, his eyes staying fixed on my face.
I struggled to order my thoughts. “I’m sorry?” I asked, genuinely confused.
His eyes widened slightly, and a delighted smile spread across his face. “My pack,” he informed me. He cupped my chin, his thumb brushing back and forth across my cheek. “You have to come meet them. Tonight. Right now, Lilah. You have to.”
Admittedly, his sudden earnestness was a little unnerving, but I couldn’t deny the tug in my chest that wanted to—that wanted to follow him to wherever the rest of his pack was, wherever they might be.
It was stupid— so stupid. It was “Don’t Get Killed By A Serial Killer Shifter Pack” rule number one.
But god, I wanted to.
“I...” I mumbled. His lips were on mine again, the kiss tender and sweet, and when he pulled away this time, he rested his forehead against mine. Our scents swirled together, and even I could smell how much sweeter my scent was now compared to when Eddie and I first walked into the club.
Returning to that crowd smelling like I did was asking for trouble, although I wasn’t entirely certain I hadn’t already found trouble.
Killian gently unhooked my leg from around his hip and then suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me. I snapped to attention, looking down at him as he spread my thighs as far as they would go and then neatly fit his shoulders between them as he stared at my bared pussy ravenously. “What...what are you doing?” I gasped.
He looked up at me with a wicked grin, full of sharp, gleaming fangs, his pupils widening again and the madness that seemed to have faded for a moment back in full force. “Enjoying you while you think. Because if you decide not to come home with me tonight, I want to walk out of here with the taste of your cunt on my lips so I can find you again later.”
Then he leaned in, and he dragged his tongue up between my legs, his eyes closing in apparent pleasure.
I yelped, then covered my mouth as the sound echoed off the walls. The warm swipe of his tongue had been wholly unexpected, even as I watched him do it, and his eyes snapped open again, fixing on me with an intensity that made my stomach flip-flop.
“Don’t you dare hide those pretty sounds from me, baby girl,” he growled. “They’re mine .” His tongue flicked out over my clit, and I whimpered softly, tilting my hips towards him. He smirked and planted one hand on my pelvic bone, shoving me against the wall and pinning me in place as his other hand trailed upwards, teasing my entrance.
“Be a good girl, my sweet omega,” he whispered.
Then his tongue was on my clit again, his eyes open and intense as he looked up at me, and I couldn’t help the tiny cries of pleasure that I let out as he teased my pussy for a few seconds more, then pushed the tip of one finger inside of me.
I hissed, clenching down on the intrusion, and if it was possible, his pupils blew even wider.
“Relax, Lilah,” he breathed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Again, his tongue teased my clit, and he gently set his teeth—so fucking sharp, even as I instinctively knew he would never do anything to hurt me—around it, sucking hard as he eased his finger out and then back inside me, a little deeper this time. I watched him breathlessly, whimpering and moaning softly as he ate my pussy and helped me relax around his finger until the initial sting of its intrusion had faded.
In the back of my mind, I was vaguely aware that anyone could come down the hallway and see us right now—frankly, it was a miracle that nobody had yet. The bigger part of me didn’t care about the rational fears that I should be having, though. All it cared about was Killian, this alpha my wolf was screaming for, and how he was taking me apart from the inside out, making me want to beg .
“Oh...” His finger pressed all the way inside of me, brushing up against a spot that lit sparks of sensation and made me let out a long, low moan. His tongue flicked against my clit, and my fingers found his hair when he sucked on the swollen bundle of nerves. I clung tightly to his curls as I felt an unfamiliar sensation bubbling low in my belly.
“Ah, fuck ...” I whimpered and pulled so hard on Killian’s hair that I was sure I was hurting him. He growled a little but didn’t pull away from my pussy. If anything, he ate me out that much more ferociously, his finger working in and out of me faster, as if he could feel the way my body was winding up and wanted to shove me directly over the edge.
“Killian. Alpha, I...I can’t...I’m...” I couldn’t find the words to describe the overwhelming feeling that was swelling inside me, and his eyes glinted with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over my clit over and over and over again.
“Please! Oh...fuck... fuck! ” My free hand flew up to cover my mouth as the bubble inside me burst , and I fell over into an overwhelming tide of pleasure. My pussy clenched around Killian’s finger over and over again as I rode the waves of my orgasm, and I was vaguely aware of his tongue working my pussy like it was his job, his moans of pleasure as he tasted my release vibrating through my sensitive flesh.
It wasn’t until I slumped against the wall, my legs jelly underneath me, that he finally gave me one final lick and pulled his finger carefully out of my pussy.
He rose up in front of me, and his chin was glistening with my slick—I knew that’s what it was because I could smell its sweetness even from inches away. I looked up at him, dazed, knowing that I should probably be embarrassed by the way I had just exploded all over him...but unable to find it in me to feel the necessary emotion.
“Wow,” I breathed.
Killian grinned, leaning in and kissing me. I could taste my own sweetness on his lips and sense the feral alpha energy buzzing around him, drawing me to him like a moth to a flame.
“Come home with me,” he said when he finally broke the kiss. “Come and meet my pack. I think you’ll like them.”
There was an undercurrent in his words that I would have asked about if I had been more in my right mind. And maybe that had been his intent, making sure that I was nice and pliable with an orgasm—the very first one that I’d ever had, though he didn’t know that—before he made demands of me.
Somehow, I didn’t think I would have objected too strongly even if he hadn’t made me come.
I nodded hazily, reaching down with one hand to tug my phone out of its thigh holster.
“Um...I just need to let my friend know I’m leaving.” I waved my phone around vaguely in front of him, and his lips tipped up in a smirk as he nodded and then took my hand.
“Come on, baby girl. I’m taking you home.”