“I can’t breathe,” she gasps up at me. And I don’t want her to. I won’t let her breathe unless it’s for me.
I growl again as she suddenly twists us, pushing her back into Kane.
His hand tightens over her chest as he runs his nose over her shoulder, scenting every place where I kissed her. His eyes flutter closed and, from the way Ollie groans and bends her hips backward, I suspect she can feel how much Kane likes it as well.
Because how couldn’t he? With her neck and shoulders exposed, and her dress hugging her hips as it flares over her legs, she would drive any alpha mad.
“Tell me how much you like kissing him.” Kane sighs into her, and she visibly relaxes again, like she’s been doing for him all night.
Kane and his fucking lavender scent that makes any alpha or omega in a twenty-kilometer radius calm as fuck. Anyone apart from me.
“I’m going crazy,” she whispers as she meets my eyes.
What does my scent do to Ollie? She was so hyped up a minute ago, and I desperately want to get on my knees so I can see how much she’s slicked for me.
But Kane plops his head on her shoulder and grins up at me as he nuzzles her cheek.
“What do you think then? Because you both seem a lot less against the idea of packing up than you did when we first joined the date.”
I suck in a breath, and a dazed Ollie blinks up at me. I don’t want to hear her answer. Now our kisses have ended, my senses have returned enough that I can tell myself to get the fuck out of here. It doesn’t matter how excited the word ‘pack’ makes me, or that seeing Ollie shudder between us is so fucking sexy it hurts. None of this is real when it’s happened so suddenly. What we’ve done can’t compare to my feelings for Luke, no matter how much I need to be inside her. It’s a fucking lie made up by our scents, even when she tugs at my shirt, and her lips curve.
“Will you kiss me again?” she asks breathlessly, reaching out to press her hand on my chest as she did before. “I don’t want to stop.”
I glance at Kane, who’s edged back enough for me to lean down to her. His smile is as wide as hers is gentle.
Cupping her cheeks, I stroke her with my thumbs, brushing against the corners of her lips, and she parts them for me.
I just want to look into her eyes to see if she’s lying. That’s why I move nearer.
The inside of her mouth is pink, her tongue a luscious red, and I have to do this carefully,consciously. I want to fucking savor her instead of devouring her. I’m not an animal. I’m an alpha, and I have to draw the line somewhere, even when it feels like she’s begging me with a gentle whine as my breath blends with hers.
So, obviously, I move closer and closer as I bend down to place the softest kiss against her lips.
All I’m doing is saying goodbye. And I’ll do the same to Luke when I’m ready.
I half hope someone will walk by who can break the moment, because I know this is going to haunt me.
Kane’s hand slips between us, stroking up and down her stomach, dipping nearer my cock with each sweep.
Our eyes stay open, and I have to tell myself I know nothing about her. No matter how good she tastes, she’s still a stranger.
“Please tell me you’ve scent matched,” Kane groans as I draw back from the sweetest kiss as he holds her tight.
“Kane…” she trails off as she looks up at me with scared eyes as my hands fall away from her cheeks. I can’t understand why she’s suddenly afraid.
“Just tell me yes or no. You don’t have to tell Timber.” He looks at me. “You don’t need to know, right?” he asks me, as if my body isn’t already pulsing with the match.
But she won’t answer him. I sweep away her smudged lipstick from the corner of my mouth with my thumb. Her taste is fading, but there’s still the smell of her slick curling between us.
Kane deflates, gripping her more tightly, squeezing his eyes closed as if it hurts.
“It’s fine. It’s okay,” Kane says, though it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. “I won’t push you,” he murmurs as he kisses her neck. “I don’t need you to say it. I just wanted to see it.”
Does he really want to be with us that badly?
Kane straightens himself, and the look of desperation fades as quickly as it came, replaced by the cheeky grin I know and try not to love.
I’m too high on maple syrup to react fast enough. Because Kane’s hand shoots out, wrapping around the back of my head, and he drags me down to his lips before I can stop him.
