Knot the Alphas’ Feral Omega

25. Lilah

25

Lilah

I woke up the next morning with my head full of cobwebs, surrounded by warmth. The room was dim, and I could see the sliver of faint gray morning light between the pulled curtains.

We’d slept all afternoon. And then all evening. And then all night.

I should have been more worried about how I’d so single-mindedly conked out and disassociated from my current reality with sleep, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Not when I was so warm and safe and surrounded on both sides by hot, hard male bodies.

I squirmed a little, and the arm wrapped around my waist from behind tightened. I lifted my nose, breathing in deeply—Killian.

The alpha in front of me also squirmed at my movement, and he buried his face a little bit deeper in my neck, lips brushing gently against the skin there as he mumbled in his sleep. Emmett.

For a moment, I was horrifically, deeply conflicted. Even through the heavy, sleep-laden thoughts filling my brain, I could feel the low bubble of panic begin to rise. Memories worked in tandem with my stressed-out hormones, making my entire body stiffen.

I needed to get up. I should get out from between these two before they could get the wrong impression. I needed to leave. I needed to get out...

“Hey,” Killian mumbled, pressing his lips to the back of my neck. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel his concern as he stroked his hand gently across my belly, soothing me. “Calm down, baby girl. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Words stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Everything inside of me screamed that he was lying to me, that he was trying to get me to drop my guard so they could hurt me again.

Rationally, I knew that wasn’t true, at least as far as Killian went. The man had worn his heart on his sleeve from the very second I met him, and I knew that rejecting me hadn’t been his idea. He had rescued me—if that didn’t tell me that he had nothing to do with rejecting me, I didn’t know what did.

Slowly, my muscles unlocked, and I was able to relax between the two men slightly.

Emmett let out a soft purr in front of me, his hand gently sweeping up and down the outside of my thigh where one of them lay. “Good girl,” he mumbled. His lips brushed against the skin of my throat again, making goose bumps rise on my skin, and I nodded slightly as their combined presence and words continued to calm me down.

“I...” I swallowed and then let out a shaky sigh, sinking back into the comfort of half-sleep that was still trying to ground my brain. Thinking was too hard right now and wouldn’t get me anywhere good. My body was tense and on alert again, ready to panic at the slightest provocation, and right now, all I wanted was to rest.

We lay like that for a while longer, breathing in each other’s scents and relaxing. I could feel the moment when Killian started to become more aware of our surroundings because his touch went from lazy and sleepy to a little more purposeful. His fingers stroked along my lower belly, where my skin was exposed by the tank top that had ridden up, and Emmett continued to press tiny, tender kisses to my throat as he breathed in my scent.

Their touches were soothing and exciting in their own ways, but in the back of my mind, I knew that all of this was, at least in part, for them as well. I could feel the tension radiating through Killian. His arm was tight around me, holding me back against his chest until there wasn’t even an inch between us. I couldn’t help but feel like Killian was terrified that I would disappear right in front of his eyes again, and that knowledge made warmth bloom low in my belly.

He wanted me, and it was nice to feel wanted. I wasn’t going to deny myself that, especially not right now when I was feeling so fragile.

“You doing a little bit better?” Emmett asked softly. He finally lifted his head, and his eyes were sleepy and hooded as he looked at me. His dark hair was rumpled, and I gave in to the urge to run my fingers through it, calming the strands slightly. They were soft under my fingertips, and my inner omega purred when his eyes fell shut even further, and a low, powerful growl rumbled to life in his chest.

“I...a little bit...” I answered a little hesitantly. I continued to run my fingers through Emmett’s hair, my stomach squirming when his purr grew louder, and Killian hummed behind me, pressing his lips to my ear as his hand finally slid fully under my shirt and pressed flat.

“That’s good. We’re here for you, Lilah. I need you to know that.” He paused, and then his voice was a little lower and huskier when he continued, “Whatever you need, I want to give it to you, baby girl.”

Arousal flared to life inside of me at his words, and I couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that escaped me as my thighs pressed tightly together. My sex drive had been all but nonexistent since I’d left the house after Oliver rejected me, but now, my instincts started to stir. My pussy clenched, quickly growing wet between my legs, and I could tell the exact moment when both alphas were able to scent it.

Killian growled in my ear, and Emmett groaned in front of me, burying his face in my neck again. His tongue darted out, dragging along my throat, and I gasped, tipping my head back and leaning against Killian’s shoulder to give Emmett better access.

“Not...” I struggled with my words, distracted by the way Emmett’s teeth were nipping against my collarbone, no doubt leaving marks that would remind me of this moment later when I had time to clear my head. Still, it was important that I say this, that they know where my boundary was. “Not all the way. Not yet. I’m not ready.”

Killian made a soft sound of assent behind me, and he nodded, his hand stroking against my skin. “You just let us know where the line is, baby girl. We will never push you past what you’re ready for.”

Emmett made a soft sound of agreement, and then he looked up at me, arousal and desire shining in his eyes—and control. Emmett was in full control of his urges right now, even though I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing up against my hip.

I knew Killian felt the same. Turned on, wanting me, but willing to go at whatever pace I set. I held all the power in the situation. That was a heady piece of information to have, and it made my arousal surge even higher as I looked at these powerful alphas waiting for me to tell them what to do.

“This is nice,” I whispered. I ran my fingers through Emmett’s hair again, allowing myself a small smile, even as my stomach squirmed with nerves. “Can we just...do this? And I’ll tell you if you go too far.”

I held my breath as they both looked at me, breathing gently. I knew that what I was asking was a lot. I was telling them explicitly that I didn’t want to have sex, but I wanted to be in bed with them. Any other alpha would have difficulty controlling their urges like this, especially around an omega they were scent-matched with.

I had confidence in these men, though. I knew that they wouldn’t overstep or push me any further. I knew that neither of them wanted to traumatize me any more than I already had been.

And when Emmett smiled at me, the expression brilliant on his normally stoic face, I couldn’t help the way my heart pattered.

“Of course,” he said softly.

Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, and my eyes fluttered closed as I kissed him back. It was gentle, the way his lips moved against mine. Killian resumed stroking my skin with his fingertips, distracting me and giving me equal attention. I squirmed a little against him, inadvertently pressing my ass up against his hard cock, and he rocked forward, grinding its hard length against me.

“I missed you,” Killian murmured, peppering kisses against the back of my neck. His hips continued to rock against me, his hands nudging against the waistband of the shorts I had slept in. They slid a little lower, and he whispered, “I know that it was only a week, and you probably don’t remember much of what happened there. But the house felt so empty without you, and I wasn’t even here for most of that time.”

“He wasn’t,” Emmett confirmed. He pulled away from me, looking at me with serious eyes again as if making sure I was paying attention before he continued, “Killian was really upset, Lilah. He was gone for days. We didn’t know where he was. Oliver was ready to file a missing person’s report, but I knew that Killian would come back eventually...and he would have a plan for how to get you.”

He looked at me meaningfully, and the regret in his eyes nearly took my breath away. I’d known that the decision to reject me had been Oliver’s exclusively, but I couldn’t deny that I’d been hurt when Emmett hadn’t said anything in my favor. Knowing that he was willing to just step aside and give in to whatever Oliver wanted, no matter what it was...I wasn’t sure how long it would take before my trust in Emmett’s judgment was rebuilt.

Emmett’s understanding eyes told me that he knew that and was willing to put in the work.

I swallowed and then nodded. “I...” I murmured. “You’re right. I don’t really remember much. But...” I released his hair and pressed my hand flat to my sternum, feeling my heart pounding there, and continued, “I missed you, too. I can feel it right here.”

Emmett’s eyes dipped, and he pressed his lips to my sternum, teasing just barely over the neckline of my shirt. “You won’t have to miss us anymore, sweetheart. That’s a promise,” he murmured.

Killian made a soft sound of agreement, and then he gently mouthed at my shoulder, pushing his hand under the waistband of my shorts without another word. His fingertips stroked across my pubic bone, and my hips jerked at the sudden and unexpected touch. Excitement flooded me, and I couldn’t stop the low whine that escaped me as his fingers eased lower, going slowly—so fucking slowly .

I knew he was only going so slowly because he wanted to give me the opportunity to back out, but I didn’t need to. At least, not yet.

This was exactly what I needed. I could feel my body slowly relaxing under their touch as they gave me the touch therapy I needed, the contact my omega desperately craved.

I knew this was only the beginning, and there would be many more steps towards healing. Oliver and I were going to have to sit down at some point and have a conversation about exactly why he had felt the need to reject me so completely and the trauma he was dealing with. I knew that we would have to get to a place where we could trust each other again, where I could trust all three of these alphas with my life and not worry that they would hurt me deliberately. Right now was not that time, but this was a good start.

“Fuck...” Killian groaned in my ear, and he pushed his fingers lower, teasing them over my slick folds and hissing in my ear as my hips bucked up against him. “You’re making it very difficult to keep control of myself, baby girl,” he said through clenched teeth.

He ground his cock against my ass, and despite his words, I felt no impending loss of control from him. Giddy energy filled me, and I let my mind go blissfully blank, giving over to my instincts.

I didn’t need to think right now. I was an omega, and I had two alphas— my alphas—here to listen to me, give me what I wanted, and take care of me.

“Alpha...” I breathed, gripping tighter in Emmett’s hair. He growled, and his head slid slower on my chest as his hand fell to the hem of my shirt. He hesitated there, just for a second, before he shoved my shirt up and exposed my chest. His lips wrapped around one of my hard nipples the moment it sprang free, and I arched into the wet heat of his mouth, my pussy clenching down around nothing as Killian’s fingers found my clit and started to tease.

And he was teasing —light, fast little circles that barely tipped the scale from teasing to pleasurable, making me groan helplessly and try to twist in their grip.

Their hands tightened on me, and I felt Killian’s mood start to lighten slightly as he chuckled softly in my ear. His fingers continued to work my clit, and my scent filled the air between the three of us, sweet and needy, making my head spin.

“No, no, baby girl,” Killian murmured. I could hear the wicked smile in his voice as he finally slid his fingers a little lower and toyed them against my entrance, and Emmett’s teeth nipped sharply at the sensitive flesh of my nipple. “You just relax. We’re your alphas. You let us take care of you. That’s how this is supposed to work, remember?”

His tongue slid up over the shell of my ear, hot and wet, and scattered my thoughts as he pushed one finger deep inside of me. I moaned, long and loud, and in the back of my mind, I was nearly positive that this wasn’t what was meant by “touch therapy,” especially for traumatized omegas.

Still, it was what I needed, and the feeling of their hands and mouths on me let me relax fully between the two of them. Emmett continued to suck and nibble on one nipple, his fingers finding the other, and I lifted my leg up and back to hook it over Killian’s hip when he prompted me.

The new position opened me up for him in an almost painfully humiliating way, but I loved it. I drowned in the sensation. My hormones had finally calmed for a minute, and though I knew this reprieve wouldn’t last and that healing was a long journey, this moment...

It was everything .

“Fuck,” Emmett growled, popping off my nipple and looking up at me as soon as my stronger scent hit the air. Killian’s fingers continued to work in and out of me, fingering me slow and deep, and Emmett slid down my body, startling me and making me whine.

“Shh, baby girl. Shh. It’s okay, just let Emmett touch you,” Killian murmured in my ear, soothing me.

Emmett didn’t say anything, instead nudging his nose up between my newly spread legs and breathing me in deeply as he did so. I would have been embarrassed if my inner omega wasn’t so fucking thrilled that one of my alphas was paying attention to me like this, and I let out a helpless, shaky moan as my hips jerked.

Killian fingered me deep, his growl rumbling against my back, and Emmett mouthed at my clit, the fabric of my shorts dampening the sensation as he tongued me. My mind was fuzzy and desperate, and I could feel an orgasm building low in my belly, Emmett’s tongue and Killian’s fingers working in wicked tandem to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

“Please...” I whimpered, reaching down and grabbing Emmett’s hair again. I gripped him tightly, grinding my pussy up against his face, and he growled low in his throat as he let me do it. He let me grind up against him like a pup in heat, and Killian’s fingers worked my pussy faster.

“That’s it, Lilah. Just let go. We’re here for you. We’ll always be here for you, do you understand me? We’re never letting you go again. This is fucking forever .” Killian punctuated his words with deep, mind-melting strokes of his fingers, and Emmett sucked on my pussy through the fabric of my shorts, ignoring the barrier in his goal of fucking inhaling me.

The pressure on my clit, Killian’s fingers inside of me, and his filthy words in my ear all combined to shove me over the edge so quickly and suddenly that it shocked me. My mouth fell open, and I choked out a moan as I clamped down around Killian’s fingers and rode the waves of pleasure. I was vaguely aware of Emmett moaning between my legs, his tongue finally sliding under the loose edge of my shorts to lap at my pussy properly, and I tilted my hips towards him, whimpering helplessly as my mind blanked.

For the first time in days, I felt...good.

“Alpha...” I moaned. With one hand, I curled my fingers in Emmett’s hair and reached behind myself to wrap my other hand around the back of Killian’s neck. I connected the three of us with my touch, with my orgasm, with my scent hanging heavily in the air, and I whined softly as the waves of pleasure finally receded, my hips finally stilling.

Emmett’s tongue flicked over my swollen clit, making me shiver from overstimulation, and I whined again as I pulled him away from me. The sound was low and needy in my chest, and Killian let out a low, soothing rumble as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, raised his hand up to his mouth, and sucked his wet fingers inside.

I watched him clean my juices off his fingers out of the corner of my eye, a little dazed from the pleasure that was still making my muscles lax, and then Killian buried his face in my neck again as Emmett shimmied up the front of my body and leaned in close to press a kiss to my lips.

My taste was sweet on his lips as I kissed him back, and he rested his forehead against mine when he pulled away, the kiss almost painfully chaste after what we had just done.

“We’ll be here as long as it takes for you to trust us again,” Emmett said quietly.

Few words, as I’d come to expect from him—and yet, those words meant fucking everything.