Knot the Alphas’ Feral Omega

5. Lilah

5

Lilah

Killian’s lips were soft but firm against mine, making my head cloud with the same ravenous need that had made coming here seem like such a good idea back at the club.

And the jolting pain from the other alpha’s bite—Emmett, I think— was deep but not enough to break the skin, I instinctively knew. His teeth were still blunt and human, and he wasn’t the Prime. There was no bond being offered.

I moaned into Killian’s mouth, and one hand flew back to clutch at Emmett’s hair, the tickle of his tongue against my skin making my core throb. My lack of panties was almost painfully apparent, and I whimpered as Killian took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it just enough to make the skin sting before he released me.

My eyes fluttered open, and he smirked at me, his pupils blown. His nostrils flared, and vaguely, I was aware of the fact that my scent had gotten so much stronger in just the last few seconds. Emmett’s soft growl—the same one that had made my pussy clench before, even when he wasn’t actively trying to affect me—made me whimper.

The gentle creaking of wood pulled my attention towards the third alpha in the room, the one who had been questioning me like I was a witness on the stand. Oliver was staring at me with a mixture of aggressive hunger and reservation, and his blue eyes were heated. His hands were curled around the edge of the table—the source of the creaking sound I’d heard—and as I watched, his jaw flexed as if he were restraining himself from shifting and baring his teeth at me, demanding my submission.

And god, I wanted to give it. If this was how I was going to react to alphas as a group going forward, I was pretty much fucked. I’d never thought much about what it would be like to be an omega, but if this overwhelming pull, this aggressive need was just par for the course...

I whined again, the sound desperate and needy, and Emmett sucked on my shoulder one more time before gently detaching his teeth, dragging his tongue over the tingling marks before he pulled away.

“Talk to us, sweetheart,” he growled. When I glanced over my shoulder, his dark brown eyes were narrowed, but not with aggression. There was some of that, don’t get me wrong, but more than that, he was looking at me with concern . His scent flooded my nose, and I couldn’t stop myself from groaning a little as everything in my body yearned for him—smoke and cedar and leather, everything masculine and hard. Delicious .

“Um?” My voice was hazy, and I clenched my thighs together, desperate to hide my arousal from the three very sensitive alpha noses surrounding me. Killian’s fingers dug into the top of my thigh, and I groaned softly, my legs falling apart immediately despite my rational mind’s very reasonable reservations.

The tension in the air immediately ratcheted up, and Emmett groaned, his hand slamming down on the table next to me. It was a testament to how turned on I was that I didn’t flinch at the loud sound, but then a louder, more aggressive growl from the third member of their pack stopped all three of us in our tracks.

I turned to face Oliver, who looked a little surprised at his reaction as well, and Killian chuckled softly before he stood and pulled my chair out, leaning down to brush his lips against my ear. “Go to Oliver, baby girl,” he said quietly. “He’s the one you need to show.”

Killian didn’t elaborate on what I needed to “show” Oliver, but I couldn’t deny the part of me that wanted to go to him anyway. My stomach squirmed, and I gently trailed my fingers over Emmett’s shoulders as I passed him, gratified when even that tiny touch was enough to make some of his tension drain away.

A glint of something that looked dangerously close to fear was in Oliver’s eyes when I approached him. Everything inside of me screamed for me to soothe this alpha, make him understand that I wasn’t a threat, and help him know that I would never do anything to hurt him or his packmates.

So, instead of speaking to him and trying to use my words to soothe his fears, I did the only thing that felt natural.

I sank to my knees in front of him, a tiny voice in the back of my mind grateful that they had a thick, decorative rug under their dining table that protected my knees from the jarring impact of kneeling directly on the hardwood floor.

Behind me, Emmett and Killian both inhaled sharply, and I knew they could smell the spike of arousal that had flooded me at my blatant show of submission.

“Lilah...” Oliver’s voice was tight, and his gentle touch under my chin made me sigh. I looked up at him, my eyes fluttering a little when I saw how close to me he was. He was hunched over, his face inches from mine, and the warmth of his scent—citrus and something sweet and spicy— settled over me like a warm hug, making me yearn to be closer to him.

Mine. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine .

“Alpha,” I whined, the word falling from my lips without the permission of my conscious brain. I heard the two other pack members behind me inhale sharply, but I wasn’t paying attention to them right now.

My entire focus was on Oliver and how his pupils blew at the sound of my voice. His nostrils flared, and his lips peeled back from his teeth as his grip tightened on my chin.

“Omega,” he breathed, leaning close. Part of me—a big part—was hoping he would kiss me, that he would seal our mouths together and take away any uncertainty I was feeling in front of this Prime Alpha I was suddenly desperate for.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he nudged my head to the side, baring my throat before he pressed his nose to my neck and breathed in my scent deeply. His fingers tightened on my chin for a second before he slid his hand around the back of my neck.

“ Fuck .” His voice was muffled against my skin, and my stomach flipped at how unhinged he sounded. Before I could ask him what he was thinking, though, his lips were on mine, his fingers tangling in my hair and taking, taking, taking .

I whined, rising up on my knees and pressing closer to him. I whimpered softly as he slid his tongue along my lower lip and then pushed it into my mouth, swallowing my sounds hungrily. My hands flew up, fisting in the pressed lines of his shirt, and my pussy clenched with want at the heavy arousal scenting the air around me.

They wanted me. All three of these men—these alphas —wanted me. Was this even real?

A warm body pressing against my back interrupted my thoughts before they could spiral, and a pair of hands wrapped around my hips. My nose filled with a warm scent I already associated with Emmett. “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice strained , tortured . “I need to feel you. Please.”

I shuffled my knees apart, ignoring the voice screaming for me to slow down and take things easy with these three men. That voice held no sway over my actions right now, and the whimper I let out when I felt Emmett’s fingers slide along my slick inner thigh was enough to make both alphas closest to me growl possessively again.

“Are you not...” Emmett’s voice was quietly awed, and his fingers slid higher. Oliver nipped at my lower lip, and I whimpered as Emmett’s fingers teased over my bare folds, his breath catching.

Oliver broke the kiss, his thumb stroking my lower lip when I whimpered at the loss. “Emmett, what is it?”

There was the thick sound of swallowing, and then, “She’s not wearing underwear, Ollie.”

Emmett sounded tortured , and my stomach twisted with mingled arousal and embarrassment. I shot a glare at Killian, and he grinned at me, entirely unrepentant, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out my destroyed thong.

“These?” he asked, batting his eyelashes innocently.

Emmett teased my clit, and Oliver’s fingers on the back of my neck pulled my attention back to him. His eyes were feral —alpha gold—and he cocked his head to the side as his expression cooled a little from the near-rabid arousal that had colored his features before. He looked much more in control now, and it was almost hotter than when it had looked as if he were going to haul me over his shoulder and cart me away, caveman-style.

“Did Killian have to work very hard to get you out of your underwear, Lilah?” Oliver asked, his voice soft. His eyes glittered, and he leaned close, his lips whispering over mine as he continued, “Or did you spread those pretty legs of yours for the first alpha whose scent you liked?”

I gasped as Emmett slid one finger inside of me, teasing me and stretching me. I clamped down on his finger, shaking my head helplessly in answer to Oliver’s question, and my voice was choked and breathy with arousal when I replied. “No...ah! Oh, fuck...I wasn’t looking...oh, Emmett ...”

The alpha behind me chuckled, his finger working slowly in and out of my pussy as he leaned in and nipped at my shoulder, the same place where he had bitten me before. “She’s so fucking tight,” he murmured. He was speaking to Oliver, but I couldn’t stop myself from clenching down on his finger again, my body screaming for more and less, all at the same time.

“Is that right, Omega?” Oliver’s lips touched mine again, just for a second, and his voice was even more steady than before. “Is that needy little pussy tight and wet and desperate for us? If we let you go, would you bend over and present for your alphas the way your wolf is begging you to right now?”

I choked out a moan, and my hips rocked back and forth on Emmett’s finger as I watched Oliver smirk in triumph. Whatever indecision he had been wrestling with seemed to have faded away, and what was left in front of me was pure alpha—a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Me .

“She’s a virgin,” Killian offered casually.

Emmett and Oliver both inhaled sharply, and I looked his way, furrowing my brow a little as Emmett eased his finger out of me, leaving me screamingly empty. “How do you know that?”

Killian smirked, his eyes glinting, and Oliver made a soft sound that snapped my attention back to him. He was looking down at me in awe, his lips parted, making me want to surge forward and bite them. Mine . “Is that true?” he asked.

I swallowed, suddenly unsure. Emmett’s hands settled on my hips, far from my pussy now, and he hummed softly as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder, emboldening me. Refusing to look away, I nodded.

Oliver groaned, and then, so quickly that I barely saw him do it, he wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me up. I pressed firmly against him, and he dipped his head to kiss me again, making my head spin. Their scents were heavy in the air around me with the extra depth and warmth of arousal, and my pussy clenched. Empty . So fucking empty...

“Up,” Oliver ordered, his voice low and gruff. He backed me up until my ass hit the edge of the dining table, and I didn’t think twice before I obeyed, pushing myself up so that I was sitting on its surface.

Immediately, Oliver dropped to his knees. He was tall enough that his head was still level with my hips, even kneeling. Emmett cupped my chin, pulling my attention to him as Oliver’s lips brushed against the inside of my knee, shoving my legs wide and pulling me down so that my hips were hanging over the edge of the table.

I squeaked a little at the manhandling, and Emmett smirked at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Killian lean against the wall, watching with a slightly unhinged smile on his lips. I only had one second to wonder why he was staying back, watching his packmates with me rather than participating himself, before Emmett squeezed my chin, and his hand slid down to wrap around my throat as he leaned close.

“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 he yanked down 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 fucking incredible . He doubled down, his tongue sliding through my folds 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’t know them well enough to let all three of them touch me the way they were or to think of them as my alphas 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.