41. Lilah
41
Lilah
I whimpered and melted in Oliver’s arms as he attacked the kiss with a low growl. His lips were warm and soft but aggressive against mine, and the sheer power he radiated as he hauled me a little bit further onto his lap made it too easy to spread my legs so that I was straddling his thighs.
His teeth sank into my lower lip, and my fingers wound through his shirt as I kissed him back just as hard, giving everything I had. Arousal burned through me, sudden and intense, and the low groan Oliver let out told me that he smelled it just as intensely as I felt it.
“Are you sure, princess?” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his blue gaze hooded and steamy as his tongue flicked out to drag along his lower lip. “I understand...I mean. I would understand...”
I sealed our lips together again before he could finish the sentence. I was done with talking. My nipples were aching, and my pussy was wet under my jeans, and I wanted, I wanted, I wanted ...
Oliver growled, seeming to take that as the assent he needed as his tongue pushed into my mouth without further questions. For several long moments, all we did was kiss, our lips moving together in a sexy, seductive dance that made my head spin. His scent filled my nose, and I could feel the hardness of his muscles flexing under my hands as I gripped his shirt.
He was holding himself back just as much as I was. He was nervous but excited—just as I was. A part of me was glad we were going on this emotional journey into bed together, but a bigger part of me was desperate for him to just snap and take control the way he was so clearly desperate to.
“Oliver...” I gasped between kisses, my head spinning when he nipped at my lower lip again. “I’m...not going to break...”
He chuckled softly and then swooped down to press a tender kiss to the hollow of my throat— the exact place his bond mark would eventually rest.
“As you wish, princess,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
He stood up so quickly that only his sudden grip on my hair kept me from tumbling to the ground completely, and I let out a needy, helpless little sound as he rose to his full height, his grip on my hair bringing me up to kneel.
I looked up at him, already lightheaded with arousal, and the grin he flashed down at me was wicked. “Crawl, princess. Follow me to the bed on your goddamned knees.”
His voice was harsh, his eyes bright and anticipatory, and god, I couldn’t say no to him—not when I’d just told him I wouldn’t break if he treated me the way he wanted to.
Not when the idea of crawling for him made my pussy clench and my nipples get even harder, until I was certain that I would fucking combust if someone didn’t touch me right the fuck now.
“Yes...Alpha...” I panted, pressing forward until I was on my hands and knees. He leaned down so he didn’t have to release my hair, and the two of us moved that way, him backing up step by step and keeping his eyes intently on me as I crawled, my pussy clenching and rubbing slickly with each motion of my legs.
I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering softly when he finally sat on the edge of the bed, and I was able to kneel up and sit on my heels in front of him, scooting forward until I was positioned neatly between his spread legs.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the sight of me kneeling, and my stomach flipped at his soft purr of approval. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. His other hand came up to cup my chin, his thumb sliding along my lower lip as my lips parted. “I knew you would be.”
My lips parted, and my tongue flicked out along the pad of his thumb, just for a second, to see the way his eyes darkened down at me. “Have you...been thinking about this?” I whispered.
His eyes widened a little, and he let out a wry chuckle. “Princess, I haven’t stopped thinking about this since you walked in on me in the shower,” he said softly. “If I’d been in a better place...”
He paused, and I leaned forward a little, mouthing at his thumb as I whispered, “What did you want to do to me?”
He growled, and his grip on my hair tightened as his other hand released my face and went to the button of his pants. “I wanted to grab you and bring you into the shower with me. I wanted to feel that dripping pussy around my fingers instead of just watching you touch it for me. I wanted...I wanted...”
I whimpered when his cock sprang free of the confines of his jeans, and his words trailed off as I leaned forward without any prompting. My mouth was watering, and my gaze flicked up to meet his before returning to the swollen length of his cock, licking my lips. “Did you hear me and Emmett fucking after that?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
I hadn’t meant to ask, but now that it was out there, I couldn’t deny that I was desperately curious to hear the answer.
Oliver chuckled, a raspy sound that quickly turned into a gasp when I parted my lips further and took the head of his cock into my mouth. His taste immediately burst out over my tongue, and I greedily chased the flavor that was leaking from the slit, sucking and tonguing and moaning softly when his grip on my hair tightened.
“ Fuck ...yes, I did,” he gasped. I peeked up at him, and his eyes were fixed intently on my face as he growled, “I heard him fingering your tight little ass while he fucked you. I heard every filthy fucking word he said.” His grip on my hair tightened even more, and I whimpered as my scalp stung deliciously. “Is that something you actually want, princess? You want each and every one of your holes filled by your alphas?”
I groaned, relaxing my jaw and sliding further down on his cock as I nodded. I barely blinked when the head of his cock bumped up against the back of my throat, only pulling away a little to take in a quick gasp of air before I pushed further, sinking down, down, down...
“Jesus, fuck .” Oliver’s grip on my hair tightened again, and he growled as he shoved my head the rest of the way down until my nose was pressed up against his pubic bone. “You’re so fucking good at that,” he hissed, his hips pulsing up into my mouth just a little.
I should have gagged. I should have hated how he was manhandling me. I should have told him that this was not how he would treat me going forward, in the bedroom or out of it...
But I didn’t. I didn’t gag; I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock instead. I didn’t hate it; I fucking loved it. And telling him to stop, that I didn’t want him treating me like this, that this wasn’t what I wanted...that was the last thing on my mind.
My safeword wasn’t needed.
I was...safe.
I moaned around his cock, and set a slow pace, bobbing up and down his shaft, swallowing every time the head nudged past the sensitive clutch of my throat. I gagged a few times, but nothing could make its way past the bliss that filled my head as Oliver fucked my mouth, making my mouth little more than a toy.
“Fuck, Lilah.” Oliver’s voice was awed, and when my eyes fluttered open so I could look up at him, he was looking down at me with something close to reverence. His other hand rose to stroke his fingers down my cheek, and he swallowed before murmuring, “You love this, don’t you? You love being on your knees for me, letting me use your mouth like this.”
I nodded, whimpering, and he groaned. “Are you wet, princess?”
Again, I nodded, and he buried his cock in my throat one more time before he pulled me off, growling softly as he manhandled me to my feet and then threw me on the bed.
“Off,” he growled, gripping the waist of my jeans and yanking them down my legs roughly. I giggled a little as he did so, ignoring the slight tearing sound as he was a little too rough with the waist. I didn’t care; I would buy new jeans if he ended up literally ripping my pants off me.
I lifted my hips so he could pull my jeans off altogether and then groaned when he shoved my legs open wide and settled between them, his nose sliding up the sodden fabric of my panties, breathing in my scent. His eyes fluttered a little as he got a clear hit of my arousal, and his eyes flicked up to mine as he pressed a sweet, tender kiss to my pelvic bone. “Shirt. Off. I need to see you naked, princess, please .”
Fuck, I knew I should be protesting. I knew I should be telling him to back off and that we were nowhere near a point where we could be doing this together, let alone where I should be so enthusiastically spreading my legs for him.
I couldn’t find it in me to protest, though. I didn’t want to. I just reached down, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and tugged it over my head, taking my bra along with it without bothering to unclasp it. The sight of his blue eyes widening at the reveal of my bare tits was enough of a reward itself, and I spread my legs a little bit further, whimpering softly when he leaned down again, this time taking my underwear between his teeth.
He didn’t tell me what he was doing, and he didn’t wait for permission. He just tore my underwear off with one smooth motion, baring my pussy to him, and I whined softly as the cool air of the room finally hit my swollen folds.
He groaned, leaning down and dragging his tongue up through my sensitive flesh without another word. He attacked my pussy with the same vigor he’d attacked my mouth when he had first kissed me. Less than thirty seconds later, he had my legs shaking, his fingers digging into the inside of my thighs to keep me from snapping my legs closed around him, keeping me bared and open for him.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my entire body curling in on itself. I wanted to keep watching him eat me out, just to see that it was really happening, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing as he sucked on my clit and pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy. He curled them up against my G-spot, making me whimper, and his eyes finally opened, practically glowing with lust as they flicked up and finally met mine.
“You taste so fucking good, princess,” he murmured, pulling away just enough that he was able to speak. His lips brushed up against my folds, making me tremble. I whined softly as I reached down and wound my fingers through his hair, gripping just as tightly as he’d held mine when I was on my knees.
“ Fuck , don’t stop,” I begged, all shame lost. I wanted his tongue on me, his fingers inside of me. I wanted him moaning into me like he couldn’t get enough. I wanted to know that this man—this alpha— was just as lost for me as I was for him.
His tongue flicked out, teasing along my clit just for a moment, and then he pulled away, ignoring my whine as he rose up and hovered over me, looking every bit as debauched as I felt with his messy hair, gleaming lips, and flushed cheeks.
“But if I stay down there with my tongue buried in your pretty cunt,” he whispered, “how am I supposed to fuck you?”
He descended on me again with those filthy words, his lips capturing mine as his hands dropped down to shove his pants the rest of the way off. I could feel the hard length of his cock brushing up against my thigh with every halted movement he made, and I groaned as he pulled away, tugging his shirt up and over his head, revealing his torso to my greedy eyes.
“You should never wear a shirt again,” I breathed. “It should be a new house rule. All three of you should always be shirtless. Always.”
He chuckled, his eyes looking appreciatively down my naked form. “I don’t think you want to know what I would make a house rule if it were up to me,” he said huskily.
I let out a little giggle, scooting further up the large bed and settling in the pile of soft blankets I had chosen for my nest. It was surreal, feeling these fabrics and scents surrounding me—the ones I had so painstakingly chosen before everything had gone to shit. Even now, I could smell the faint lingering of my own scent, Killian’s scent, and Emmett’s scent from when they had helped me set everything up. Briefly distracted, I looked around, taking in every surface, every fabric, and every decoration I had chosen.
One day, I would be able to come in here and not have a panic attack. I wouldn’t need one of my alphas to help me through the uncertain feelings. Someday soon, this place would be mine, a place where I could go to feel safe, no matter what.
Today was a good first step towards that goal.
I shifted my gaze back to Oliver, and he watched me carefully, understanding in his eyes as he hovered over me. His arms flexed where he held himself upright, and he leaned down to brush his lips against my jaw. “You’re safe,” he murmured, his voice much softer and more tender than it had been only a moment before.
I let out a shaky sigh, and one of my hands rose to slide through his hair. The blond strands were soft against my fingers, and I gave a gentle tug, reveling in the soft growl he gave me.
“I’m starting to learn that,” I replied, my voice equally soft.
Our lips met in a sweet, soft kiss, and for a moment, that was the only part of our bodies that connected. I could sense his desire and smell his arousal in the air, but he didn’t push me. His lips moved softly against mine, and the needy little whimper I let out was barely enough to get him to press a little bit closer to me and rest his warm body over mine.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he murmured, his voice thick with want.
I hated the hesitation that radiated from him, and I spread my legs around his hips, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him close. “Then what are you waiting for?” I breathed.
He groaned, tipping his head back just for a moment, and then he looked down at me, his eyes practically glowing.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, Omega,” he growled.
The filthy words made my breath hitch, and then he shifted his weight just enough that his cock was rubbing up against my clit. I whined, and he reached down to position the head of his cock against me.
And then he thrust , his cock settling inside of me in one sharp movement.
“Oh, fuck ,” I wailed, my arms coming up to wind around his neck and pull him close, and it took a second—a long second—to adjust to the sudden sensation of complete fullness.
Oliver was big —something I’d known, of course, based on how far down my throat he’d been just minutes before. But having his cock buried in my throat was an entirely different sensation from having him fuck my pussy, and I was overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me for the first time.
It was intense. It was...so much.
It was everything .
“Alpha,” I whimpered, turning my head so I could press my nose against the flutter of his pulse. His scent filled my nose, soothing something inside of me, and Oliver let out a ragged groan as he pulled out just a little and then pushed all the way back in.
“Fuck. Such a good girl, Lilah. Good...sweet...omega...” He buried his face in my throat, and his arms slid under me, holding me tightly as he fucked me with deep, slow thrusts—hard enough to rattle my teeth when he bottomed out and tender enough that I never felt like he was using my body for his own gain, even if that was exactly what I was offering.
This was...connection. This was perfect. This was exactly what our first time should be.
It had been worth the wait.
“Alpha,” I rasped. It was the only thing I could say.
Pleasure flooded me, and I could feel the fledgling bond we’d created during the first month growing stronger with each passing moment of connection. It pulsed tentatively, as if it weren’t sure whether I would be hurt by the source of the bond again. But it was there, and I couldn’t stop the feeling of hope that rose with each thrust between my legs.
“So. Good. Fuck , Lilah.” Oliver leaned down and sealed our mouths together, and his hips picked up the pace. He fucked me hard and deep into the blankets of my nest, and our scents swirled together and permeated the air between us. We both panted as we drew closer to orgasm—fast, so fucking fast, as if we’d both just been waiting for permission before finally letting the fuck go.
“I...Oliver...I...” I panted into his mouth, our lips moving slickly against each other as we rocketed closer to coming. His cock grew impossibly harder with each thrust inside me, and he growled, pulling away and looking me in the eye. Quick as a flash, his hand wrapped around the column of my throat, and his thumb pressed against my pulse as he pulled his teeth back, baring them as he leaned close to my face again.
“You want to come, sweet girl? You want to be a good little omega and come all over your alpha’s cock?”
I nodded helplessly, squirming in his grip, loving that he didn’t let me off easy. I loved that he held me there, pinned like a bug, making me feel inexplicably safe to struggle against him and know he wouldn’t let me go again.
He scoffed, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he fucked me harder. His hips were slamming into mine so harshly that I swore I was going to have bruises, and I whined as he snarled, “You don’t get to come until I tell you to, princess. Your needy pussy is mine to use and play with and fucking take. You gave yourself over to me, and now you’re fucking mine . Do you understand me?”
Somehow, I knew that if I—for some reason—said I didn’t understand, we would keep playing this game. He would keep fucking me and talking dirty and making my brain leak out from my ears until I begged for him to finally let me come and knot me.
One day that might be a fun game to play. But not today.
“Yes, Alpha,” I managed, my voice rough with pleasure and the effort it was taking to hold myself back from falling over the edge. “I understand. Please, please , I want to come...”
Oliver snarled, and he kissed me again, hard. His lips crushed mine, his teeth sharp where they nipped me, and I could tell that he was barely—just barely —holding back his shift. And then he pulled back, his eyes gleaming alpha gold, and growled, “Then fucking come , Omega.”
The second he gave me permission, I lost every bit of control I’d been clinging to. I arched up against him, my mouth falling open in a silent cry as I clenched down and shattered . I felt my juices flood his hard cock as he kept pounding me for another few hard thrusts, and then he slammed home and followed me over the edge with a howl .
His arms tightened around me, and his hips nudged deeper, his knot slipping behind the clutch of my pelvic bone seemingly before either of us knew what he was doing. The intimacy of the action made me gasp, even as intense, orgasmic pleasure continued to circulate through my body.
It wasn’t until Oliver carefully rolled to the side and tucked me up against his chest, still locked to me with his knot, that I was able to let out a choked breath.
“You okay?” Oliver finally asked, after several moments of silence, where we both breathed heavily and caught up with ourselves.
I moved around a little, letting out a tiny little whine when his knot pulsed inside of me, and I took stock of myself.
I was...fine.
I peeked around, and even the sight of my nest, everything I had been avoiding since I’d come back, didn’t instill the panic or the dizzying, irritating symptoms I’d been dealing with for days.
“Yeah,” I whispered, looking up at him. “I actually think I am.”
A small smile touched Oliver’s lips, and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Good.”