Ollie
I’m going completely mad. I can’t deal with this.
I know Luke, and I keep saying we’re doing this for the business and his hospital bills, but jeez.
I didn’t think it would mean I’d be sneaking into Timber’s bedroom when he’s showering so I can grab something for my freaking spank bank.
But what am I supposed to do when a big, beefy alpha smelling of lavender and dreams is getting wet ’n’ wild next door?
Yeah… I’m going to milk these excuses for all they’re worth.
The best plan is to leave the house before I do something even more insane thanfeeding my boss my slick.
He won’t stop asking me if he can have some more of that oatmeal flavoring. And my stupid omega brain is telling me I should put my ass on a dining plate and tell him to eat up.
I thought Kane and Timber were enemies, but there has to be something more to that. The idea of my alphas being together fires me up so hard that I was pacing around my room like a crazy person, muttering to myself about what I’m going to do.
As I stand at the threshold of his bedroom, his door wide open, I’m pretty sure I’m going to jail. Most likely horny jail, because the chances of anyone finding out about my soon-to-be-crime are pretty low, but I still deserve to be locked up.
I’m already thinking about the handcuffs Timber could use to punish me as I dart inside.
I moan at the raw scent of alpha. It’s like crack to be drenched in this much coffee, and I’m already slicking as I quickly find the pile of clothes he’s dumped in the corner.
I’m dreading how bad it will be when I get within a week of my heat.
Sniffing around like a dog, I sort through the pile, seeking out the scent of lavender.
My hands tremble as I find the precious shirt. That’ll be enough for now. Because if I take his pants and his boxers, I’ll end up going feral and never leave my nest.
The moment I have the shirt in my weaselly little paws, I’m off, tearing back into my room and clicking the lock.
“Nice,” I murmur as I squeeze my winnings.
There’s food on the kitchen counter, and I told Timber I’m going to bed early, so that should be enough for him to leave me alone for the rest of the night, right?
I sprint toward the window, pulling down the blinds. There’s no way I’m going to risk letting anyone see what I’m about to do, even though all the neighbors are too far away.
Quickly stripping off all my clothes, I hop over to my beanbag bed, snuggled into the corner of my room. I don’t need to think about it. Now that the shirt is mine, I can do whatever I want with it.
I pull the shirt straight over my head, loving the way it’s so big on me that it falls halfway down my thighs. I’ll sleep in it until the scent of lavender and coffee has faded, which will hopefully be a few weeks.
It's the fact I can smell my own perfume in there as well that makes it even more addictive. I wish I knew how Kane responded to it, but then there's also a stable of nerves along with that excitement. Because he obviously told him who I was based on Timber's questions, so what else did Timber know now?
I bring the shirt up to my nose, sighing happily as the scents swirl around me, and all those worries fade away.
My beanbag bed is big enough that I can pile on tons of pillows and a thick duvet. I’ve made a little ring around the dip in the center, like the pillows are protecting me when I sleep. I can sink my ass down, bury under the duvet, and lie back while looking at the white ceiling as I dream about their cocks.
That’s what I need, my alphas pressing me in from either side, both of them holding me, hugging me, whispering sweet things as we fall asleep together.
I thought my pussy was going to fire up as soon as I got back to my room, and I’d be trapped in another cycle of jerking off until Ihave no energy left. But a gentle purr rumbles from me as I wrap my arms around myself.
I pull my knees up to my chest, burrowing into the beanbag. I rest my head against the beans as I groan and wiggle my ass and shoulders, and my purrs grow louder.
I really don’t like doing any of this omega stuff. My grandma drilled all the ways to be a proper omega into me before I was thirteen, while grandpa taught Luke how to be a ‘good’ alpha.
So I try to keep it as low-key as possible. I don’t like appearing neutral just because it’s a vibe; it’s that I don’t want to be seen as any designation. Whether people think I’m an alpha, beta, or omega, none of it matters because I’mme.
It’s easy to keep my gender and designation fluid with scent-blocking sprays and creams, and my usual style of clothes. That was until Timber and Kane burst into my life like Kool-Aid men, and now I can’t get my omega side to shut the hell up.
