Knot the Alphas’ Feral Omega

45. Killian

45

Killian

I tugged at the lapels of my suit jacket, painstakingly straightening the sleeves as I made my way over to the nest, where Lilah was putting the final touches on her outfit for tonight’s gala.

It was an annual charity event for Oliver’s firm. Generally, he went by himself, but after Randall’s letter, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone in the house for any amount of time.

I could see that it made Lilah itchy to be so observed, constantly surrounded by us, and unable to go anywhere on her own, but she also understood the necessity. I’d found a way to make it work, too. I’d been working from home more often than not, and I had to admit I didn’t hate being able to take a break out of my day and taste my omega anytime I felt like it.

Still, it would get old eventually, and the four of us were already getting itchy. Oliver had taken the letter to the cops to report the threat, and the way that the officer’s eyes had widened when he read the note had made me feel justified in how unsettled we were.

It might have been some time since the Slicer had last taken a victim, but that didn’t mean his reign of terror wasn’t still strong in the collective consciousness of the city. Every cop knew his MO, and the fact that he was threatening us—threatening his daughter —only told everyone that things were going to escalate.

The questioning that Lilah had been subject to because of the admission she was Hunter Randall’s daughter had been...unpleasant, to say the least. Oliver and I had stayed by her side during the entire questioning, and the growl Oliver had let out when the detective had tried to get us to leave so that he could speak to her alone had unsettled even me .

He was taking the Prime Alpha role very seriously now that he’d gotten his head screwed on straight for Lilah, and I couldn’t say that I didn’t like to see it.

The detective wasn’t thrilled with the amount of information that Lilah had been able to give him—which had been next to nothing—and told us that until they had more information on Hunter Randall’s current location, it would be best for us to stay close to each other at all times for protection.

Hence, the reason we were all going to the gala together. We had originally been planning on taking her and announcing our status as a completed pack anyway, even though the paperwork and the bonds weren’t quite completed, but now it was even more imperative that we put up a united front.

And, selfishly, I wasn’t upset about the idea of seeing Lilah all dressed up for us.

I knocked on the door of the nest, leaning in close and calling out, “Lilah?”

A moment passed, and then she called out, “Come in!”

I allowed myself a smile before I pushed open the door, and my heart thumped unevenly for a moment as I breathed her sweet scent.

“Killian! Just in time. I need help with my zipper.” Lilah’s eyes were big and glowing as she looked at me, her reflection in the mirror sweet and innocent, though I knew she was anything but. I couldn’t stop myself from smirking as I approached her and let my fingers trail up the bare skin of her arm.

I leaned close and pressed a sweet kiss to the curve of her neck. “Anything you need, baby girl,” I murmured.

Her breath hitched a little, and I took an extra second to continue touching her. The dress Lilah had chosen for the night was a dark red silky number that clung to each of her generous curves in a way that made my cock jerk. It had a low-cut neckline, and the zipper barely came up to the small of her back, explaining why she was having difficulty reaching it. Her shoulders weren’t the most flexible, something I had teased her about more than once.

As it was, she had far more skin on display than my inner alpha wanted, and I let out a low, possessive growl before I shoved down my instincts and took a deep breath, tugging her zipper into place.

“There you go,” I said softly.

She nodded, her tongue darting out to drag along her lower lip. Her makeup was impeccable, with her lips painted the same red as her dress. Her hair was down around her shoulders in heavy, glossy waves, and a heavy cloud of her perfume surrounded me. As I stood there looking at her in the mirror, my cock jerked, and it took everything inside of me to shove down the desire building in my stomach.

“Killian,” she whispered.

Just the sound of my name, soft on her red-painted lips, was enough to make me groan and bury my face in her neck. I breathed in her scent, and my cock swelled as she whimpered and tipped her head to the side.

“Fuck, you’re a vision,” I groaned. My hands slid down her sides, settling on her hips, and I continued to greedily breathe in her scent as she squirmed a little in my grip. I mouthed at her skin, her scent making my head spin, and she whined, pressing her ass back against the rapidly growing swell of my cock.

“Killian, we can’t...” She groaned when I nipped at the curve of her neck, and quick as a flash, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up so that I could shove my hand underneath.

“We can,” I said huskily as her thighs parted easily for me. She wore a lacy scrap of a thong, barely enough to be called coverage, and it was already sodden with her slick when I teased my fingers over her folds.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, her head falling back against my shoulder. Her legs spread wider, and I took the invitation to slide my fingers under the drenched lace to tease her wet pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” I hissed, rubbing her clit and marveling at the way my fingers glided over her flesh. She let out a soft yelp of pleasure as I teased her, and I took pity on my poor girl, sliding my fingers lower to toy with her entrance.

“Been...all day...” she breathed, her eyelids fluttering open to look at me.

A feral grin spread across my face, and I took a moment to look her over.

She certainly looked like she had been through the wringer. Her hair and makeup were impeccable, but the flush of her cheeks and the soft gleam in her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. Her arousal spiced her ordinarily sweet scent, making me growl, and she whimpered when I slid two fingers deep inside of her in one thrust.

“Yeah?” I whispered. “This needy pussy has been distracting you all day, baby girl?”

She nodded, whining, and her hips jerked against my fingers as I touched her, my digits sliding slowly in and out of her as she trembled underneath me. I could sense her frustration and tell that I wasn’t moving anywhere near fast enough for her...but I wasn’t going to get her off and then take her to this gala, all satisfied and leaking omega hormones where other people could scent them.

No, this sweet scent...it was all for me. For us .

And it was very sweet...unusually sweet.

I took a deep breath, and tiny alarm bells rang in the back of my mind. I paused in my teasing and looked down at Lilah, taking in her needy, pleasured expression.

Her scent was sweeter than usual, even with the spice of her arousal making everything that much more alluring and complicated. It was...something. It was drawing my attention, it was making my inner wolf growl and want to grab and love and take ...

“Are you almost ready, princess...?”

Oliver walked into the nest without knocking, tugging at the sleeves of his suit, and I saw the moment her scent hit him. His head jerked up, and his pupils blew as he dragged in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent.

“Oliver...” Lilah’s whimper drew my attention back to her, and I chuckled softly, teasing her some more.

“Do you think Ollie is going to save you, baby girl?” I pressed a tender kiss under her jaw, my concern about her slightly changed scent fading from my mind. “You think he doesn’t want to see you all needy and flushed and worked up for us, just like I do?”

Oliver growled, and I saw him approaching out of the corner of my eye, his entire focus on Lilah. “Killian, we have to go...”

I nodded, smirking at Lilah when her gaze found mine in the mirror. “Just a second. We’ll leave after our omega looks and see what a fucking vision she is.”

Lilah’s throat bobbed with a swallow, and Oliver stepped around to her other side so that she was towered on both sides by our frames. Her pupils overtook the blue of her eyes, and her eyes slowly slid down the image in the mirror, her lips parting as she panted.

The reflection was damning in the most delicious way. I was holding the silk skirt of her dress to the side, and her thighs were parted, making it all too easy to see the way my hand was buried between her legs. Her clit glistened with her slick, the lace of her thong pulled to the side, and the way that her wetness clung to my fingers as I slowly tugged them out of her made my stomach flip.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, not looking away from her eyes in the mirror, and slowly licked my fingers clean, growling softly as her taste—still a little sweeter than usual, still making something primal inside of me perk up and take notice—and resisted the urge to drop to my knees in front of her right then and there.

There would be plenty of time for that later, though—plenty of time for her to soak my face and make every part of me smell like her, plenty of time for Oliver and Emmett and me to take our turns with her and make her scream, plenty of time...

“Killian. We really do have to go.” Oliver’s voice broke through my increasingly hormonal reverie, though a glance his way told me he was far from unaffected by our omega and the hormones she was pumping out.

I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of my mouth, leaning down and dropping another kiss to Lilah’s neck, purring when her head dropped further to the side to give me access. “He’s right, baby girl.”

I pulled her underwear back into place before I released her skirt and stepped back, watching the red fabric fall down to cover the part of her I was most interested in at the moment. Oliver’s gaze was just as hungry, watching her like she was the only meal he ever wanted to eat again.

Same, buddy.

I took a deep breath, dragging in one more breath of Lilah’s scent before I clapped my hands together and drew both of their attention. “If we have to go, I suggest we do so now,” I said huskily. “Otherwise, we’re not going to leave.”

Lilah’s eyes gleamed at me, and I got the impression that that would not be the worst thing in the world in her eyes.