He sighs. “Sorry, forget it. Don't start this shit again, I already told you, you were just a kid. Stop apologizing for something you can’t change.”
“But I just—”
“It wasn’t your fault. I’ve said it so many fucking times. It was ten years ago; it’s not going to make a difference, no matter what you say, so just drop it. And drop this omega shit. I don’t want to deal with that from you or Marilyn. I’m having a shit day, so let me go,” he says as he sweeps the shirt, opening the hem so he can push his arms through, and I suddenly choke out as her scent floods the humid room.
My hand shoots forward, grabbing onto Timber’s bicep as maple syrup thickens the air, and I gasp.
Timber freezes beside me, but I can’t stop it. It’s so good and so right, deeply blended with his coffee. I wanted to plunge my face in it, lick it, suck it up so I can have one more taste of her.
My alpha side tears free as I start panting. The quicker I breathe, the more I can scent her as I lean closer to the shirt.
I have to possess it. I need to make it mine.
I stumble forward, reaching for it, but he won’t give me a single inch.
“Did you meet her?” I rasp, my hand trembling as I squeeze harder on his bicep.
“What the hell are you talking about?” He looks more taken aback than I am.
“Ollie!” I almost shout. “Have you met Ollie?”
Her perfume is so strong that he must have at least kissed her. There’s no way she could smell like that unless she was horny as fuck.
Even just the thought of Timber satisfying her turns me on so much that my cock is hardening. I want a play-by-play of exactly what he did to her to get her to smell like that.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“Timber, don’t fuck with me,” I say, my nerves wired to the very end. “You can’t say you’ve never met her when her scent is basically dripping off you. How did you get that shirt?”
“It’s just my fucking shirt, Kane. Why are you acting like this?”
I pull in a shuddering breath, trying to keep it together, but I moan as I taste her scent in the air.
I want to leap on him and stuff the shirt against his face and make him suffocate on her syrup until he admits he knows her. That he’s kissed her, stroked her, loved her enough that her scent is so fierce it’s like she’s in heat.
“Fine, don’t tell me then. But I’m serious now, Timber. You have to meet my omega. I don’t care if you don’t want to be in a pack with me. Just meet her, please. Just once, okay?”
Timber flinches back, and I know how desperate I sound. I know I’m acting like a loser, but I can’t stop it when she’s so close and so far away.
Is this a sign that she’s chosen Timber? Is she scent marking him like this because she’s making it clear I don’t have a chance?
Maybe she doesn’t ever think of me, and it’s all for Timber. Like, I don’t matter to her, even though I’m writhing inside every minute because I want to see her again.
Have I ever crossed her mind since we left the hospital?
Timber pulls on the shirt, and another waft of maple syrup breezes toward me, and a light purr makes Timber jump back. I need to pull myself together, or I might snap and go for him like an alpha getting possessive over their omega.
“I just want to meet Luke and ask him if he knows my omega.”
“‘My omega’ this, ‘my omega’ that. You don’t know anything about scent matches. Your Ollie and my home life aren’t connected, so stop trying to weasel your way in.”
“I’m guessing that’s a no?” I ask, my right eyebrow quirking upward. I need to come back, I have to focus, and just be the annoying asshole he likes. “And here I was hoping you’d invite me over to your place so we could have a cozy evening together.”
“You’re not coming within a mile of him,” he growls as his lips pull back over his teeth. It’s so fucking sexy, I chuckle to hide my next moan. I'll let it all out when I'm alone.
“Someone’s getting protective.” Like I was over Timber keeping Ollie to himself.
“Of course I’m being protective. Who knows what you’ll do to him?”
