55. Lilah
55
Lilah
The police arrived far more quickly than I would have thought, considering how rural the area seemed to be. But when they were told that Hunter Randall was dead and that my alphas had discovered the location of his actual murder house, I guess it lit a fucking fire under their asses.
Everything was a blur after that. They swarmed in and immediately taped off everything, releasing the person who had been kept in the basement. I only caught a glimpse of a dark-haired girl who was still drugged to high heaven before the medical personnel carted her away.
Then, I had to sit through almost an hour of questioning by the cops as my arm was bandaged and looked at, and my alphas sat for their own interviews.
I was never alone, though. I always had one of my alphas with me, touching me and ensuring I was safe. I had the feeling that they would be even more insufferably protective now that this had happened, but...I couldn’t say that I minded.
Hell, if any of them tried to leave me alone after this, they might have a very pissy omega on their hands.
I allowed myself a small moment of humor at that, but the longer we were there in that house, the more out of sorts I felt. By the time we were released to go home—with the understanding that we weren’t to leave the state, just in case they had more questions for us—I was itchy and squirmy, and my skin was hot.
It was so reminiscent of my heat...but that was absurd. I had just been in heat.
I swallowed down the symptoms as we drove home and even managed to doze against Killian’s shoulder for a while. Killian was on one side, and Emmett was on my other while Oliver drove. I caught Oliver looking at me in the rearview mirror every few seconds as if he were terrified that if he looked away for too long, I would disappear.
I understood the fear, and even in my sleep, I had nightmares about being snatched, taken, and forced to kill.
When I woke, we were pulling in front of the packhouse, and I was sweating .
“Killian...” My voice broke off in a moan as a cramp hit my belly, and my alpha turned to me with an alarmed expression on his face.
“Baby girl...” His nostrils flared when he leaned close to me, and immediately, I saw his cock start to harden in his jeans.
Oliver pulled the car to a stop and looked at me in the rearview mirror. “The stress, princess...”
“I was just in heat, though,” I whined, already spreading my legs a little as I felt myself getting slick.
“It’s probably just a spike of residual hormones,” Emmett said soothingly, pulling my face towards him. “But we need to take care of you.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, and I groaned, wrapping my arms around his neck. All thoughts of everything we had just done, the stress we’d just gone through...it all faded away under the pressure of his lips. He kissed me like he needed to remind himself that I was there, alive, and not going anywhere...
And honestly, I needed it, too.
“Let’s get her inside,” Oliver growled, practically tearing the car door off its hinges as he climbed out.
I wrapped my legs around Emmett as he climbed out as well, not allowing him to release me, and then, a whirl of movement from all four of us later, we were in the nest, tearing off our clothes.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, hissing when Killian wrapped his lips around my nipple after I’d been tossed unceremoniously into the nest. His cock brushed against my hip, and my skin was already irritated and overheated, oversensitive, and I wanted him now .
“Why don’t you put that sweet mouth of yours to better use than whining at us, sweetheart,” Emmett murmured, a mischievous spark in his eyes as he kneeled beside me. He wove his hand through my hair and pulled me onto his cock without further warning, and I let out a muffled moan as I sucked, spreading my legs as Killian released my nipple and positioned himself.
“This is going to be hard and fast, baby girl,” Killian warned me, his voice already tight as he notched himself against me.
I couldn’t tell him that that was fine , that I didn’t care, that I just needed him...but it didn’t matter. He surged forward a second later, bottoming out and filling me with one thrust, and I let out a muffled groan around Emmett’s cock as Killian set a hard and fast pace, fucking me like my life depended on it.
The faint bond in my chest flared as Oliver lay next to me on my other side, wrapping his hand around the column of my throat and pressing his lips against my ear. “Good girl,” he growled. “Take your alphas’ cocks. Remind us that you’re ours.”
I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.
I chanted the words over and over again in my head as Emmett started to fuck my throat, deep and slow, and Killian’s thrusts in my pussy nailed my G-spot every fucking time. The pleasure made my head swim, and I gave myself over to the sensations, growing too intense too quickly, in exactly the way that I fucking needed.
“Fuck... fuck ...” Killian let out a low growl, slamming inside of me and coming, tossing his head back in an animal howl that echoed from wall to wall. The warmth of his cum in my pussy settled something inside of me, and I hollowed my cheeks around Emmett’s cock, reaching my tongue out to slide along the base where his knot was swelling.
That did it for Emmett as well. He groaned, and his fingers in my hair flexed, pulling me all the way down on his cock as his shaft pulsed and he emptied down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, the salty taste soothing my mind, and already, the haze that had come over me in the car was starting to clear a little bit.
Just a spike. But that meant I needed one more...
“Fuck, Lilah. Don’t fucking do that to us again.” Emmett’s voice was a desperate growl as his softening cock slipped out from between my lips, and then he leaned down to kiss me harshly, uncaring that he could probably still taste himself on me.
Killian slipped out between my legs without knotting me, sending a tiny pang of disappointment through my chest, and Oliver chuckled by my ear, pressing a tiny kiss to my shoulder before pushing himself up and switching places with Killian.
“Just a little bit more, princess, and then we can all fucking sleep,” Oliver said, his voice rough and soothing at the same time.
I pulled away from Emmett’s kiss, linking our fingers together when he collapsed next to me, and I nodded at Oliver, whimpering as he slid the head of his cock over my clit in a teasing circle.
“Ollie, please, fuck me,” I whimpered, spreading my legs further.
He chuckled, and Killian lay on my other side, pressing a kiss to my cheek as Oliver surged forward, burying himself inside of me.
I was surrounded by my alphas, filled and satisfied and safe, and I gave myself over to the pleasure as Oliver fucked me in slow, smooth strokes. Every time he filled me, I felt another piece of my heart and mind heal, my hormones calming, and as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge, a certainty filled my entire chest, making me feel like I could float.
“Ollie,” I whimpered, releasing both Killian and Emmett where I was touching them and forcing myself up onto my elbows. The new position put me nose to nose with Oliver, and his blue eyes darkened as he looked at me, his hips never stopping even for a second. The new position allowed him to go deeper with each thrust, and I let out a heady, lusty moan before I managed to focus again. I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, lending my full body weight to him as he fucked me.
“I want your bite,” I managed, my voice clear through the pleasure. “I want your bond. Now, please.”
Oliver’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at me, then flicked from side to side—no doubt looking at both Killian and Emmett to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating what I was saying.
When he looked back at me, his throat bobbed with a swallow. “Are you sure?” he whispered, stilling inside of me. His hips were pressed against mine, his cock filling me so fucking deliciously.
I nodded. “I’m so sure,” I whispered back. My body still hummed with arousal, and I could feel the faintest of hormone hazes clouding my brain, but I was sure.
I was finally fucking sure .
Oliver closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, there was a fire burning in them that hadn’t been there before.
He started fucking me hard and fast, his hips snapping harshly against mine as he slid his arm around my lower back and held me firmly to him, his eyes fixed on mine as he fucked me.
“Not until you come,” he said, his voice so low and intense that it sounded like a threat. “Come around my cock, princess, and then I’ll sink my teeth into your neck.”
With the intensity of his voice and the way he was thrusting into me...it was all too easy to follow the order.
I tossed my head back as my entire body seized around his cock, screaming as I came, and he let out a low growl as he slammed home inside of me, too, and followed me over the edge. His knot slipped inside of me, swelling, and then he sank his teeth into my throat.
Immediately, the bond—the faint little connection that had been living inside me since I’d first met Killian and he’d dragged me home—flared to life, and I screamed again, this time in joy. The connection between us solidified, becoming so big and bright that it hardly felt like it had anywhere to go, and then I reached out for Killian and Emmett again, pulling them close.
I could feel them. I could feel all three of them.
They were mine. My alphas.
Fuck .
After a moment, Oliver detached his teeth from my neck with a soft groan, and then his tongue was bathing the wound, cleaning up the blood where it had trickled down my throat and over my chest. He nipped at the swell of my breast, making me giggle a little.
When Oliver finally released me, Emmett and Killian shuffled close, pressing tight on either side of me. “You’re fucking perfect,” Emmett said quietly, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“I swear to God, Lilah, if you ever go missing again, I’m going to be the one committed,” Killian murmured, his voice light and happy again.
I snorted, and we all rearranged ourselves so Oliver could lay next to me and keep me wrapped in his arms while we waited for his knot to deflate.
I sighed and closed my eyes. I was happy, and we were finally fucking safe. Hunter Randall...he was dead, and I finally had Oliver’s bond mark blazing on my neck.
“What do we do now?” I mumbled, the thought swimming to the front of my sleepy mind.
Oliver hummed and then pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Let’s think about that tomorrow, yeah?” he murmured, already sounding half-asleep.
Killian pressed up against my back, and I nodded, sighing.
Tomorrow sounded good.