Knot the Alphas’ Feral Omega

35. Lilah

35

Lilah

After dinner, the three of us spent the rest of the night watching a movie and cuddling on the couch. I knew that, in part, it was to help my body continue to readjust my hormones to being around the alphas again, but it was also just...nice.

I had never thought about some of the smaller things that would make being in a pack so nice . The constant companionship, sexual and otherwise, was obviously a huge perk, and even though my feelings were still a little hurt that Oliver didn’t appear even once throughout the course of the night, I could understand why he was choosing to keep his distance.

I wasn’t going to let him do that forever, but for now, I could understand why he wanted to play things safe.

I went to bed with Killian and snuggled into his chest before easily falling asleep around ten, despite napping earlier in the afternoon. My entire body felt exhausted and a little achy. Killian and Emmett both had to reassure me that it was a normal part of the readjustment process now that my body was realizing the alphas I was around wouldn’t abandon me.

It was frustrating, but I appreciated that they were so patient with me. I fell asleep with Killian’s arms wrapped around me, my heartbeat relatively steady for the first time in weeks.

I woke up in the middle of the night, though, my heart pounding and my entire body tense and squirming as I tried to get away from the tight grip Killian had around my waist.

For a moment, I didn’t know which way was up. My body was convinced we were in danger and that the arms around my waist were going to hurt me. I felt like I was having a panic attack, my breathing coming fast, my heart beating faster.

It took almost thirty seconds of forcing myself to breathe slowly, in and out, before my body finally got with the program, and Killian’s soothing scent stopped causing the signals to get crossed in my brain.

I let out a shaky sigh and carefully pried Killian’s arms away from my waist. I wiggled away, throwing the blankets off the bed and exposing myself to the slightly cooler air of the room.

This was so stupid. I hated that my body was taking so long to recover from Oliver’s rejection. I’d never studied Bond Rejection Syndrome before presenting as an omega—I’d never had any need to. But after going through all of this, a part of me wanted to create a program that would educate everyone about it—alphas, betas, and omegas alike.

Nobody should have to go through this if it could be avoided.

My bladder took that moment to make its fullness known, and I quickly made my way out of the room, padding to the bathroom halfway down the hallway and running my hand through my hair. The hallway was even cooler than Killian’s bedroom had been, and the air felt nice on my skin. I wondered if he would be offended if I said we needed to get a small fan for the room, just so the air moved...

I was still half asleep, and that was the only explanation I could think of for what I did next.

I pushed into the bathroom, and it took longer than I wanted to admit for my eyes to adjust to the fact that the lights in the bathroom were already on.

Then, it took even longer for me to realize that not only was the light on, but the shower was also on.

I blinked and froze at the sight in front of me.

Of course, Killian was still in bed, so it could have only been one of two people. Emmett’s smell would have registered in my brain first since I’d spent time with him most recently...

My breath caught, and arousal pounded through my body so intensely that I almost collapsed to the ground right then and there.

Oliver was standing in the shower, his blond hair slicked back as he tipped his head back to catch the water. His eyes were closed, the faint shadow of blond scruff on his jaw making my mouth go dry. Water sluiced down his body, and against my better judgment, I dropped my gaze, licking my lips.

His hand was wrapped around his cock.

God, his hand was wrapped around his cock .

The needy whimper that escaped me couldn’t be helped, and Oliver’s eyes immediately snapped open. His mouth opened, lips parted, and as I watched, his grip around his cock tightened, and I saw his free hand twitch.

Towards me.

“Lilah,” he managed, his voice strained. “What are you...”

I was crossing the room before I could stop myself, my body operating independently of my mind. My mind was screaming that I needed to leave, that this was an enormous violation of privacy, that I needed to leave him to...do whatever he was doing.

But I couldn’t. I needed to be close to him. His scent was mixed with the clean smell of water and steam, and for the first time since I’d come back, I didn’t feel physically stressed over it.

“Lilah.” Oliver’s voice deepened as I drew near him, and I swallowed hard as I watched him stroke his cock, slowly. Just once, from base to tip, with a twist around the sensitive head.

“Oliver...” The word was a whisper, and without any conscious prompting from my brain, my hand slid up until I palmed my throat, collaring my neck as he would, to feel the slight restriction as my fingers squeezed the sides. My pussy clenched as I did so, and my other hand twitched towards the needy spot...

“No!” Oliver’s bark startled me, and I looked up at him, haze already starting to filter down over my eyes. Oliver’s expression was near-feral, and he shook his head, pressing his palm to the glass wall of the shower, leaning closer to me.

The barrier was still between us, so neither of us could touch each other, even if we wanted to.

“Don’t touch yourself. Not yet, princess,” he murmured, so low that I could barely hear him over the pounding water. He stroked his cock again, and then he nodded, licking his lips. “Spread your legs and pull your shorts to the side. Let me see that pretty pussy. Please .”

The “please” nearly did me in. It sounded desperate and broken, and the combination of desperation, disbelief, and need in his eyes when they flicked up to meet mine nearly sent me to my knees, ready to present and ask him to take whatever he needed from me.

My heart fluttered, but it was with excitement this time, not stress or anxiety. I relished the way that my body seemed to have forgotten what Oliver had done to me, at least temporarily, and I swallowed down another needy moan before I reached down and pulled my shorts to the side, baring my naked pussy.

Oliver groaned, and his hand started to move on his cock again. “Look at you,” he whispered. He was speaking so quietly that I practically had to read his lips, and I clenched at the way he was so clearly affected by the sight of me. “You’re so fucking wet...”

I whimpered and I squeezed my throat one more time with the hand that still rested there before I released my neck and slid my hand down the front of my body. My fingers found my clit, swollen and slick with my juices, and I let out a groan that echoed across the walls, all shame a thing of the past in my mind.

“Fuck...” I whimpered, continuing to toy with myself. I looked at Oliver; his eyes were fixed directly between my legs, hunger radiating through their blue depths and making my knees weak. My legs trembled, and it took everything inside of me not to collapse as I touched myself even slower.

“Alpha...” The word was a soft moan, and Oliver’s eyes snapped to my face.

“Finger yourself, princess,” he growled, his hand working his cock faster. “Just one finger, now. Be a good little omega for me.”

I obeyed without question in the face of my raging need. It was like everything my body had gone through over the past weeks had caused something to snap inside of me, and all the stress hormones had morphed into lust in my body. All I wanted was him, now, now, now .

I pushed one finger as deep inside of me as it would go, and my knees buckled. I moaned, long and loud and shamelessly, and I felt the trickle of my juices down the inside of my thigh as I spread my legs further.

God, I was wet .

“Jesus...” Oliver groaned, and I forced myself to look at his face again. Not because I didn’t want to see him—or the pleasure that was saturating each and every one of his handsome features— but because...fuck, it was getting hard to hold my head up. My entire body felt hot, and I whimpered as I added a second finger without prompting, hooking both of them up deep inside of me.

It felt good, but it wasn’t...enough...

“It’s not enough, is it, princess?” Oliver’s voice was hoarse, rough with pleasure, and when I looked him in the eye again, there was a feral gleam that made my stomach twist and ache. “Your fingers. They’re not enough.”

I whimpered and shook my head, stumbling forward and throwing my hand out to catch myself against the glass wall of the shower. I released my shorts to do so but didn’t pull my fingers out of my pussy. Instead, I leaned closer as I fingered myself harder, mine and Oliver’s faces only separated by a few inches of glass, and god, his scent was in my nose, and it smelled so...fucking... good ...

“Which do you want more, Lilah?” Oliver whispered. He leaned close, the tip of his nose brushing against the glass, jerking his cock aggressively now. His hand flew across the hard, aching length, pre-cum gathering and then being washed away almost as quickly by the water as I watched. “My fingers...or my cock?”

His cock twitched at the mention of it, and I groaned, hooking my fingers up against my G-spot and shaking my head. I couldn’t speak or tell him how much I wanted what he was offering me...

“I think you want my cock,” Oliver continued, his voice getting tighter with each passing second. “I think you want me to take you back to my bed, to spread you out, and to worship every fucking inch of that beautiful body of yours. I think you want me to take my time so that I can show you how fucking sorry I am and how much I’ll worship you if you’ll let me. I think you want me to toy with you until you’re begging, to fuck you with my fingers until you’re so desperate for my cock that you can’t see straight, and only then slide my cock inside of you, stretching you so fucking good and claiming you like the alpha you need ...”

He bit back a growl, and the aggressive sound did it for me. I threw my head back, gasping and moaning helplessly as my pussy clamped down around my fingers, and I came .

The pleasure washed over me, more intense than I thought I could handle, and Oliver let out a tight, clenched moan. I forced my eyes open just in time to see him come, and I whimpered helplessly as I rode my fingers, watching his entire body tense and then relax as his cock jerked and sprayed all over the glass wall between us.

It was washed away almost immediately, and I licked my lips, ignoring the faint disappointment, low in my belly, that wished he had come all over me —that he had marked me in such a primal way so nobody would ever be able to tell me that I wasn’t his again.

Then, slowly, the realization of what we had just done seemed to hit both of us. I licked my lips, met his gaze, and saw equal conflict fighting in his pretty blue eyes, too.

We were taking it slow. My body still hadn’t recovered from the Bond Rejection Syndrome, but I...had wanted that—desperately. I had wanted to feel that connection with Oliver, especially after he had been avoiding me, even if I knew it was for my own good.

“Princess...” Oliver whispered.

I immediately shook my head. Despite the orgasm I’d just had, my body was still hot, twitchy, and oversensitive, and I needed to get out of here. If I stayed...fuck, if I stayed, there was every chance I was going to walk right into that shower, clothes be damned, and ask him to take whatever it was that he wanted from me, to give me what he knew I needed.

“Sorry,” I finally whispered, stepping back. “I shouldn’t have intruded.”

Then I turned on my heel and hurried out of the bathroom, feeling his eyes burning into the back of my neck even as he let out a possessive growl that ripped through every one of my defenses and turned them into tatters.

I was going to have to be careful around him—not just because of the Bond Rejection Syndrome and the serious effects it could have on my health, but also because I could feel my control slipping.

I wanted him. He wanted me.

I didn’t know how much longer I could resist him. But right now, with my body still buzzing with desire...

I needed one of my other alphas to take care of me.