50. Lilah
50
Lilah
I was melting. I was fucking scorching . But...
It was getting a little better. Fuck , it was getting a little better.
My eyes fluttered open, and I let out a soft groan of pleasure as Oliver’s cock pushed deep inside of me again, inexplicably hard despite the number of times we’d fucked over the past...however many hours. Days?
God, how long had passed?
“There you go, princess. Good girl, just let me in...” Oliver’s voice was a soft croon, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, hitching my leg further up on his waist so he could keep fucking into me as we lay on our sides. I was vaguely aware of the fact that my other two alphas weren’t around—probably off showering or eating somewhere—and it was just me and Oliver.
Just the two of us, my Prime Alpha and me.
“Ollie...” I whimpered. My fingers curled against his bare chest, his skin hot and soft and slightly damp with sweat, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
The tiny, rational part of my mind marveled at the fact that I had no bad reactions to his scent at all—no racing heart, no blood pressure spike, and no dizziness. We were on the tail end of my heat, and my body seemed to have completely recovered from the Bond Rejection Syndrome.
It was a miracle that I knew I would be far, far more grateful for when I had the presence of mind to appreciate it, but for now...
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Oliver pressed his lips to the top of my shoulder gently, breathing in my scent and groaning as his cock thrust slowly in and out of my swollen pussy. “Fuck, Lilah, you smell so fucking good...You smell like mine ...”
His voice was soft and reverent, almost anguished, and I nodded as I turned my face into his skin and pressed soft, sweet kisses there against his throat.
“Yours,” I mumbled. “Yours, yours, yours...”
Oliver groaned, and then the bed dipped behind me as a warm body pressed up against my back.
“Ollie taking good care of you, baby girl?” Killian’s voice was satisfied and heavy, but his cock was hard against my ass cheek as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. I smiled and then pulled away from Oliver to peek over my shoulder at him.
“More,” I mumbled, pushing back against him.
Killian’s dimples popped as he grinned at me, and he pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek even as he reached down and teased his fingertips over the stretched rim of my bottom hole.
I’d lost track of how many times they’d taken me in each hole. My head was a blur of limbs and scents and orgasms and knots, and it wasn’t even fucking over yet.
“You’re going to sleep for a week when all this is done, baby girl,” Killian murmured, a warm laugh in his voice as he positioned his cock against me and pushed in.
I arched back, a groan escaping me as his hard cock filled me completely. Oliver hissed as he adjusted to the new tightness, but then he kept fucking me, deep and slow, as Killian pressed all the way home.
And then stayed there. He seemed to know instinctively that another hard fucking wasn’t what I needed; I just needed the sensation of fullness, of knowing that he was there, inside me, and that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Fuck, there you go. Nice and full, baby girl. Good girl.” Killian pressed another kiss to my shoulder and settled in, tucking his face up against the back of my neck, and Oliver kept fucking me, his cock stroking in and out, slow and deep.
I groaned each time the head nudged up against my G-spot, and it was almost too much. Fuck .
“Alpha,” I whimpered, already panting. My temperature was rising again, and I could feel another heat spike coming. Somehow, though, I knew this would be the last of it—a final sprint before the feverish heat broke, and I would be back to normal, so to speak.
“Lilah,” Oliver growled. His eyes were burning gold when he pulled away to look me in the eye, and I whined as I clenched down around his cock, making sure he could feel every inch of me as he started to pick up the pace, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thigh.
Killian pressed tiny kisses along the back of my neck, his cock pulsing softly in my other hole, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as Oliver started to fuck me purposefully, intentionally. His cock pressed against my G-spot with each thrust, and he buried his face in my throat again, dragging his tongue along the skin there and making me whimper.
“Mine,” he groaned. His voice sounded half gone, and my animal self wasn’t at all surprised at the next words that fell out of his mouth. “Want to bond, Omega. Need my mark on you. Fucking... here ...”
His teeth set against my skin in a sharp pinch, though he didn’t break the skin, and my inner omega went feral . She wanted her alpha’s mark, needed his bond in our chest, needed him to claim me in that final way that only he could...
“Ollie.” Killian’s voice was a low warning, and his hips started working, his cock thrusting in and out of my asshole with slow, smooth motions. What was left of my brain leaked out of my ears, and I was a dripping mess of a girl between the two of them, desperate to come despite the fact I knew my body had to be reaching its limits.
“Won’t,” Oliver mumbled, a little more human in his voice. “But want to.”
“I want it, too.” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them, my animal hindbrain taking over as an orgasm built low in my belly. “I want...please, Ollie...”
His lips curved up in a smile against my skin, and he fucked me harder, his hips working fast and intense now.
“Not right now. But soon. Do you hear me, Omega? You’re going to be fucking mine... soon .”
He set his teeth against my skin again as he shoved his hand between our pressed bodies, working my clit in hard, fast motions that immediately took me to the edge and then shoved me over unceremoniously. There was hardly any build-up, but that was okay. I didn’t need the long foreplay right now, the drawn-out fucking.
I just needed them .
“Fuck.” Killian groaned and then kissed the back of my neck as he continued to thrust inside of me, slow and smooth, drawing out my orgasm until I slumped between the two of them. I let out a needy, helpless little moan, and Killian carefully pulled out of me, still hard even as he chuckled at my soft whine.
“I’ll be right here when you’re ready to be fucked again, baby girl,” he promised me.
I hummed, and then the three of us fell into a soft, comfortable silence. My mind was quiet again, and I started to doze after a few seconds, clenching around Oliver’s cock where it was still filling me deep.
“You’re going to offer her the bond?” Killian’s voice floated over my head as I drifted.
“Yes,” Oliver said. “She’s earned it. And...I trust her.”
My heart thumped a little unevenly at the admission, my rational mind crowing from its spot at the back of my mind. The trust had been hard-won between the two of us, built brick by brick. Warmth flooded me that had nothing to do with the lingering remnants of my heat, and I sighed as I nuzzled into Oliver’s chest. His hand rested against the back of my head, stroking through the strands, and Killian nodded, making a soft, approving sound against my skin.
“Damn straight.”