Knot the Alphas’ Feral Omega

36. Emmett

36

Emmett

When I stirred from sleep, the first thing I became aware of was the feeling of soft, sweet lips pressing against my jaw.

The sensation was so tender that for a moment, I was almost positive that it was an extension of my dream and that I was lingering in the half-awake, half-asleep space where everything felt good and nothing could go wrong.

But then I felt delicate but firm fingers wrap around the hard length of my cock through my pants, and I let out a gasp as I was stroked.

That woke me all the way up, and I jolted upright, nearly banging my head against Lilah’s as she pulled away with a soft, throaty giggle.

“Sweetheart,” I gasped, reaching for her. My cock throbbed, and when my eyes fluttered open, I saw her sitting on her heels, her little shorts and T-shirt wrinkled and disheveled, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Oh...” I groaned, my already-hard cock throbbing. I breathed in again, letting out a low growl, and Lilah gave a tiny whimper as she pressed close to me again, straddling my hips.

“Emmett,” she whispered. Her voice was tight and thready with need but oddly satisfied at the same time, and it flipped a switch in my brain, making me grab her and flip the two of us onto my bed before my rational mind caught up with my body.

I growled and pressed my nose into the crook of her neck, breathing in her deliciously aroused scent, and my cock throbbed when she wrapped her legs around me. She whimpered, her hips undulating against me, and I felt the fabric of my pajama pants growing wet, soaking through with her sweet slick and making my head spin.

“What time is it?” I managed, my voice rough. It was still dark, so it was either very late or very early.

It was difficult to care too much about the time when Lilah’s scent was so heavy in my nose, though, and I could feel every inch of her soft curves pressed against mine. I never slept with a shirt on, so I could feel the skin of her arms, her neck, and her chest, where the scoop of her tank top exposed it, brushing against my torso.

I wanted her naked—immediately. Right the fuck now . I wanted every inch of her skin pressed against mine, melding us together until I didn’t know where I ended and she began.

“I’m...not sure,” she admitted, her voice a little breathy. She squealed a little when I nipped at her neck and then moaned helplessly. “Oh, that feels good ...”

“Mmm. You don’t know what time it is, and you came into the bedroom of a sleeping alpha dressed like this, smelling like this, for...what?” I bit at her neck again, harder this time. The words were flowing so much easier than they usually did, and the spike of arousal in her scent only made me want to talk dirty to her more.

I’d never felt this way about a woman before. Ever.

“I...” Her fingers dug into my back when she wrapped her arms around my neck, and her eyes were glazed over when I pulled away to look at her. Her hips kept working up against me, grinding against the hard length of my cock, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning down at her, her scent going to my head.

“What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart? Hmm?” I leaned down and grabbed her lower lip between my teeth, nipping and gently tugging enough that she whined and parted her lips, and then I dove in for a kiss. Her taste burst out over my tongue as I dove in and swallowed every moan she gave me like she was mine to keep.

Of course, she wasn’t—she belonged to all of us.

But in this moment, she was mine. Just mine .

“I...in the bathroom.” Her voice was a little hazy and confused when I pulled away again, and it took half a second before I remembered that I’d asked her a question. She nodded as if she were confirming something to herself. “I...had to go pee. Still do, actually.” She let out a little giggle and then continued, “I didn’t realize that...there was someone in the bathroom.”

My cock jerked, and if I hadn’t already been hard as a rock, that would have fucking done it. “Who was it?”

She bit her lip. “Oliver.”

Oh, fuck .

I hummed, then slowly slid down her body, pulling her shorts down with one swift yank. This story could go one of two ways. I had the feeling that I knew which way, considering she was in here with me, but I wanted to be prepared. And if this story had an unhappy ending...

Well, I was going to distract my omega.

“What happened?” I leaned forward and brushed my lips over her pelvic bone, mouthing at the skin there just for a second. I scraped my teeth over her skin, making her shiver, then lowered myself further, dragging my tongue over her swollen clit before she could say anything.

The yelp and helpless groan she let out as I sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth was going to live rent-free in my head for a long, long time. And fuck , she was wet. A mess, really, as if she’d already been playing...

“Tell me, sweetheart,” I growled, barely pulling away enough to get the words out.

She whined, and then, breathily, “I walked in...and Oliver was in there. It took me a second to realize that it was him and not you, because I knew it couldn’t be Killian. I’d just left him in bed...”

I leaned down and teased her clit with my tongue again as a reward for talking, and I had to band my forearm over her hips to make sure that she stayed put when she arched off the bed. She let out a strangled yelp that made me smirk, but she kept telling her story like the good fucking girl she was.

“He was in the shower, and...god, he was touching himself. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, and he was... fuck ...”

I didn’t let up, and she whimpered, drenching my chin with her juices before she kept going. “He looked up and saw me, and I know I should have left. But...I fucking couldn’t . I couldn’t make my feet go, and I just kept...fucking...watching.” She paused, then continued breathily, “It was like something flipped in my brain, and the second I saw him, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn’t see straight. And I crossed the room and then just stood there...watching him...”

“Touching yourself?” I whispered, pulling away and letting my lips brush against her swollen clit.

She whimpered. “He told me to. He told me to pull my shorts to the side so that he could see my p-pretty pussy, and then...then he told me to finger myself...”

I chuckled, sliding my hand up until I could tease my fingertips over her soaked entrance. I eased one finger in, growling at the tightness, and lapped at her clit with a long lick again. “Like this?”

She whimpered, clenching around my finger as she nodded. “Yes...”

I pushed my finger deeper, curling it up against her G-spot, sucking her clit into my mouth as I pumped my finger in and out of her a few times and then pushed another finger in. “And then?”

She squirmed, clenching. She was so wet that there was no resistance to my fingers, and it took everything inside of me not to straighten up and shove my pajama pants down so I could take her right then and there. But she wasn’t done with her story, and I wanted to know exactly what had happened that had made her come into my room so fucking hot and bothered...

“Then...he watched me...and he talked to me. Told me that it wasn’t enough, my fingers. The way I was touching myself.” She let out a low wail when I sank my fingers knuckle-deep again and nudged a third finger alongside the first two, stretching her, making her tight channel fight to take me.

“And he was right, wasn’t he, sweetheart?” I murmured, pulling away. I licked my lips, cleaning away every last trace of her juices as I did so, and I watched my fingers disappear into her over and over again as I fingerfucked her. My fingers were glistening with her juices, her folds were swollen and stretched around me, and god, I wanted to feel her around me, I needed to be inside of her, I needed...

She shook her head, whimpering helplessly. “No. I...god, I need more. And he knew it. Just like you know it. And he watched me come, and I watched him come, and I was so fucking hot while I watched...”

That, more than the rest of her story—as sexy as it was—made my head perk up, and my eyes narrowed. “Hot?”

She nodded, still squirming on my fingers as she did so. “Mmm. Like...sweaty, and my skin was tingly and sensitive, and even after I came, I was still so fucking horny...”

Oh .

I chuckled softly, sliding up until I was face to face with my omega, brushing the tips of our noses together. “Sounds like a heat spike, baby girl,” I informed her, my voice low. “Your body is getting ready to go into heat for the first time. Sometimes that means you’ll have little hormone spikes that feel like your heat but aren’t as intense.”

She blinked hazily up at me, and the slick sounds of my fingers moving in and out of her made my head spin. I forced myself not to tear my pants off and rut into her like the animals we were sometimes; this was important.

“So...this is normal,” she said slowly, her voice thick and hazy.

“Well, it’s not very common, from what I’ve read,” I amended. “But yes, it’s normal.”

“Will it...last a while?” She cocked her head to the side, and I could already see the faint flickers of awareness that I’d managed to wrest from her fading away.

I chuckled softly, leaning down to brush our lips together. “Maybe. Do you want to know what helps?”

“What?” Her fingers clutched at my chest, scrabbling and scratching gently, and my body lit up like she was presenting her pussy for her alpha.

She would be soon .

I laughed darkly, leaning down to press my lips against her ear. “Getting fucked.”