I told Kane I didn’t want to be caught with him in an empty corridor in a hospital, so why the hell do I keep doing things like this?
“Someone could see us,” I whisper.
And Timber’s answer? He spins me, crushing me up against the wall. I let out the deepest groan ever as his thick body pushes all the air from mine. He kisses me and holds me close until the only way I can breathe is to inhale his hot breath again and again until my head is spinning with his taste.
I’m half his size, and I feel like I’m a ship caught in a storm, holding on for dear life as he rocks against me.
I worry that the filler hiding my lip piercing is going to come free, but my care is wiped away when Timber runs his other hand along my thigh to lift it up. My knee bends, my legs part, and Timber uses my ass to hoist me those extra few inches, all so he can grind his cock against my pussy.
With my knee against his hip, I don’t need to worry about how I’ll balance on one foot, because he’ll catch me however I might fall.
I have to kiss him harder to keep myself quiet. My nails dig into his neck as I nibble his lip and moan and do everything to show my alpha I need more.
I don’t like feeling like an omega. I’ve wanted to be neutral ever since we escaped our grandparents, sitting at the exact center of the scale, so I can hover in the space where I don’t need to be defined by my gender or designation.
But he’s making me feel like an omega.Hisomega.
There’s nothing else I need apart from Timber’s lips, and the lavender-scented alpha that’s sure to be waiting for us with that grin of his.
Timber’s scent blasts through any defense I have. I can’t stop my perfume or my slick. Every single longing that’s been building up since I’d moved in with him is finally answered as heat and need flare in my body.
“Can you smell it yet?” I gasp as I break the kiss to suck in air. I’m trapped against the wall, and he’s pressing so hard against me that all I can do is angle my hips and thank Noa for the thick velvet dress that no cock can get through. Probably.
His grip on my thigh tightens as he spreads my legs wider, and he watches me melt as he grinds his hips.
I swear to whichever fucking God is listening, if I go into heat now, I’m boarding the next rocket to space and never coming back.
I wait for him to kiss me again. But he doesn’t take my mouth. He licks at my cheeks, kisses my eyebrow, runs his lips down my nose until he’s scent marked me to the point where maple syrup is just a memory.
“I’m so high on your taste I don’t know what’s perfume and what’s coming from your skin,” he murmurs as he places a tender kiss on my chin, and I lean back to meet his hazy eyes.
“What about my slick?” I groan, my lips tingling from his kisses. His pupils pulse; the smallest green dashes among his dark blue irises are like shards of light as a growl rumbles from him.
I laugh as I lean up to him, nudging his nose with mine.
“I’m asking you, Timber Holtz. Can you smell my slick?”
Timber
She’s so small. If she’s Luke’s twin, then of course she’s the same size as him. She fits into my arms so perfectly that I can definitely take her home. My car is in the lot, and the tinted windows would be enough to hide her if we can’t make it that far.
Because I’m going insane. I can’t stay in this restaurant where there are other alphas when I feel like I’m going to go into rut as soon as I lift her dress.
The scent of her slick is intoxicating, and her kisses rush straight to my head. My mind is blank because all I can taste is maple syrup. I can’t stop and ask her why her scent and taste are the same as her brother’s. All there is is Ollie’s whines and her shaking body as she holds on for dear life.
The only way I can describe my kisses is plundering. She’s given up trying to take control, and she lets me rut my hips against her like the same animal I was when I first tasted the oatmeal.
Her body is so light, and I could easily lift her other thigh and get her to wrap her legs around my hips so I can slide deep inside her.
She has to feel my cock against her; she has to know how much I want her. And I can’t stop wondering if these are the noises Luke would make if I kissed him like this.
It’s clear how messed up I am to want both siblings and compare her non-stop to her brother. Though I’ve never had the chance to feel him so passionately like this.
Because doesn’t Luke taste like this as well? Will the scent of maple syrup drip around us if I wind him up until he comes for me?
Male omegas slick from their ass and females from their pussy. But either way, I just want to be inside them, connect to them, and watch them dissolve in pleasure because of me.
I groan loudly as I nibble her lip and maple brushes the tip of my tongue, proving again that she’s my match.
