47. Oliver
47
Oliver
It didn’t even occur to me to let my bosses know I would be leaving before we rushed out of the building, keeping Lilah tucked neatly between Killian and myself. My head swiveled from side to side, keeping an eye out as we made our way to the valet and waited impatiently for the gentleman working there to bring the car around.
The limo driver had been waiting in the VIP section while we were inside, and the second the car pulled up in front, he stepped out and opened the door for us to pile in, thankfully saying nothing, even as his nostrils flared as he caught Lilah’s scent.
“Oliver...” Lilah’s hand was delicate and soft in mine, flexing sporadically as she turned her face to nuzzle into my chest when she finally settled in her seat. Already, her cheeks were turning a brighter pink, and her eyes were glazed over. The sweetness of her scent had doubled since we had left the house, and there was the distinct note of intense arousal mixed in there, too, not just the leftover need from Killian’s little edging session before we had left for the gallery.
I blanched a little bit at the thought, even as I wrapped my arm around Lilah and pulled her close to me. God, with her heat incoming, leaving her hanging like that must have been the most exquisite form of torture. It was no wonder she was wiggling under my arm, smelling like she was getting ready to climb me like a tree.
“Baby girl,” Killian tried, his voice slow and husky. I could already see his alpha trying to make its way out, and I sympathized. It was getting more and more difficult for me to control my inner urges and base desires, bubbling up from deep inside me and begging me to do something about this sweet, delicious-smelling omega who was so close to sitting directly in my lap.
Lilah blinked slowly, then turned to Killian, her lips parting. “Alpha?” she breathed.
The use of his designation made all three of us growl in turn, and my cock, already harder than I had ever thought it was possible for it to be, throbbed in the fine wool of my designer pants. I reached down and pressed the heel of my palm against it, desperately trying not to lose my cool as I pounded against the glass partition between us and the driver, trying to get his attention.
The partition rolled down, and he glanced back, offering a polite smile even as his nostrils flared. “Yes, sir?”
I gritted my teeth, pulling Lilah a little closer. “Please take us home as fast as possible. If you can get us there in less than ten minutes, there’s a tip.”
To his credit, the driver didn’t say anything about the obvious reason we might want to return home so quickly, especially when we hadn’t stayed at the gala for long. He just nodded, murmuring, “As you wish, sir,” and then rolled the partition up again, providing a very necessary barrier between himself and our omega.
The second the partition was back up, Lilah’s scent immediately grew stronger again, and I groaned. My cock was hard as fucking steel, and before I thought twice about it, I tightened my grip around Lilah’s waist and pulled her directly into my lap.
The skirt of her beautiful gown tore as she tumbled on top of me, her thighs splayed around my hips, but neither of us seemed to care as she settled her weight down. Her pussy, already dripping and soaking through every layer of fabric that separated the two of us, pressed firmly against my cock, and she gasped softly, her eyelids fluttering shut as her hips slowly rocked back and forth.
“Fuck, Ollie,” she whimpered. She leaned close, resting her forehead against mine, and I growled softly as I gripped her hips, helping her to move a little bit more firmly.
“There you go, princess,” I managed, my voice low and rough. “Rub that needy pussy up against my cock. It’s not enough, is it?”
Lilah shook her head, a miserable little groan escaping her as she pressed harder, desperately trying to get more friction where she needed it the most. “ Please ,” she whined.
I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling a little, even as my head spun at her fucking delicious scent. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Killian and Emmett fidgeting uncomfortably, their eyes fixed on our omega with the kind of hunger only an increasingly desperate alpha could feel. Neither of them made a move on Lilah, though, and I felt a flicker of warmth for my packmates giving me this moment with her.
That wouldn’t be the case as soon as we got home, and we could have her in her nest, so I had better make the best of it now.
I slid my hand under her undulating hips. It took a moment for me to sort through the many layers of fabric that were bunched up from her skirt, but when I finally reached her skin, the slick heat of her nearly made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Fuck, you are ready, aren’t you, princess?” I barely recognized the sound of my own voice; it was so heated and intense. I teased her clit—swollen and already twitching under my fingertips when I finally made contact—and then pushed two fingers inside of her without warning.
She immediately clenched down on my fingers, her walls slick and strong and already fluttering, and she pressed her face into my neck, rubbing up against me like a cat. “Oh, fuck yes,” she whimpered, her hips jerking. She pressed tiny, sweet kisses along the column of my neck, barely scraping her teeth there as she did so, and I groaned, tipping my head back to give her better access as I fingered her deep and slow, her juices drenching my wrist.
“Ollie, I need...I can’t...fuck...” She whimpered again, her voice needy and hazy, and when she pulled back just enough that she could look me in the eye, there was very little rational thought reflected in her pretty eyes.
All that was left was arousal, need, and sweet, omega longing, looking for the release that only myself and my packmates could offer her.
“I know, princess,” I murmured, hooking my fingers up inside of her and rubbing her G-spot firmly. “I know. I know what you need. You just need to be a little bit more patient. Can you do that for me? You can have our cocks as many times as you need them as soon as we get home.”
Killian chuckled at my side, and his voice was a low purr when he moved forward and wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing his lips up against her ear as I continued to finger her. “How many times do you think you’ll need us to fuck you, baby girl, hmm? Two times, maybe three?”
Lilah nodded helplessly, her hips jerking and grinding down on my fingers, and I pressed the heel of my palm up against her clit, letting her grind on that, too. A glance out the window told me we were pulling into the street leading to the packhouse, and I wanted to see her come all over my hand before we made it home.
Killian laughed again, and the sound was distinctly devious, almost sinister sounding this time. “Oh, baby girl,” he cooed. “You’re going to be fucked so many times that you won’t know which way is up. We’re going to turn you inside out, and you’re going to fucking drench each and every one of us until you’re satisfied.” He let out a low growl. “But for now...I want to see you come all over Ollie’s hand. Can you do that for me?”
Lilah gasped, and I fingered her harder, the sound of her slick around my digits loud in the backseat of the limo. Her scent was heavy on the air, making my head spin, and I knew Emmett and Killian were feeling the same way—desperate, hard as fuck, and ready to give our omega anything and everything she might want or need.
“Come on, princess,” I growled. My other hand released her hip, darting up and wrapping firmly around the column of her throat. “Come all over my fingers. Take the edge off. We’ll take care of you properly as soon as we get home. But for now...” I pressed the heel of my palm more firmly up against her and snarled, “Fucking come .”
Lilah cried out, and Killian darted down, pressing a kiss to her lips and swallowing her near-scream as she clamped down on my fingers and shattered all over my hand. Her juices drenched me, soaking through both the fabric of her dress and my pants as she rode out the waves of her first orgasm.
Emphasis on first .
“Fuck, good girl, there you go. Such a good, sweet omega...” The words that fell from my lips were very nearly a babble; my mind was scrambled from arousal as my painfully hard cock throbbed in my pants. I desperately wanted to pull it out so I could stroke myself in time to the flutters of Lilah’s pussy around my fingers, but I didn’t.
I didn’t want a mildly unsatisfying orgasm in my palm—not right now, not when Lilah’s first heat was on us. I wanted to cum inside my omega, and I refused to have anything less than that before then.
“We’re here.” Emmett’s voice was a low rasp when he finally spoke, Lilah’s needy whimpering fading away as her orgasm finally tapered off. I watched hazily as Killian planted one more sweet kiss on her lips before pulling away, stroking one of her cheeks before he nodded at our packmate.
“Let’s get her inside.” He looked at me, his eyes practically glowing behind his glasses. “Take care of whatever you need to, and then come find us?” He smirked as I withdrew my hand from between her legs and then caught Lilah when she wobbled and practically fell into his arms. “She needs her nest, and she needs it now.”
I couldn’t argue with him, even though the thought of letting Lilah go right now was like pulling teeth. But he was right; I had to call my bosses, Killian’s and Emmett’s, and let them know we would each be out for a few days, then place a grocery order.
These were my duties as Prime Alpha of the pack.
“I’ll take care of everything,” I finally said after several deep breaths to try—and fail—to clear my head.
Killian nodded, his expression softening a little as Emmett opened the door and climbed out of the limo. “I know you will, Ollie.”