Timber’s brow furrows, and he’s losing his rhythm. Even when he’s reaching for me, he still keeps moving, staying deep inside me.
Their voices fill my headspace and pull me out of the moment. Until Kane strokes my hair as Timber nuzzles that spot on my neck he keeps focusing on, groaning with every thrust.
And they both kept encouraging me on.
“You’re so fucking sexy taking my knot.”
“What do you prefer, sweetness? My fingers or my knot?”
“I love you, Ollie. I love you so fucking much.”
“Just keep your eyes on Timber. Show him how good he’s making you feel.”
The pressure is so intense that I can’t hold it back. As soon as they both kiss my throat, a cry rips from me, as pleasure explodes, and my body goes weak.
As Kane tugs and teases my nipples, Timber rides me through it, stealing my lips and kissing me deeply.
Surrounded by their love, every thrust takes me higher.
Timber groans as he shifts his hips, changing the angle and sending more fireworks bursting through me.
I want to flop down and let them take control. But Kane laughs.
“You’re on Timber’s knot. You don’t get to rest.”
I growl and twist my torso, tugging at him so he tips forward, and I can kiss him. He chuckles against my lips and hugs me tighter.
I don’t want the taste of either of them to leave me. If I have to keep kissing them both forever to make sure my mouth is always filled with coffee and lavender, I’ll make that noble sacrifice.
“You just wait, sweetness,” Kane growls against my lips as Timber kisses my neck again. “I’ll get my knot in you soon.”
Kane
We moved to her nest on the second day of her heat. She and Timber keep passing out from the endless bouts of passionate lovemaking as she moved through different stages of it. And it’s fucking glorious.
Now that I’ve kicked my anxiety to the curb, I can finally fully relax and enjoy myself. Watching my two mates fall deeper anddeeper in love while circling back to me repeatedly is a gift I never want to give up.
When our omega was finally sated, she sleepily ordered us to grab the blankets and kitchen gear she brought with her to Timber’s room, and we carried her through to her nest. One morning after pill later, and she was ready to go again.
Ollie was extra tense about getting pregnant, so she wants to take one a day instead of at the end of her heat. That was another conversation for way in the future, probably when Timber retires.
We didn’t have time to adjust to seeing her nest, even though both Timber and I were taken aback that she allowed us in. I still feel like I’ve fucked up way too much and that I’m in for it when she returns from the sea of horniness.
Plus, there’s still the big conversation we need to have about how Timber had a recording of Ollie fucking herself.
Back then, I didn’t want to ruin the moment. But now that we’re all snuggled up in her beanbag bed, my special skill of screwing up everything good that happens to me is about to come out to play.
Her nest smells so sweet that it took Timber and me a rut or two just to adjust, and now we can lie here on the third day without losing it.
Her beanbag bed is big enough that Timber sinks down into the middle, I’m on his right, and she’s buried into his left. We’ve already spent hours listening to him breathing while whispering and laughing with each other. I won’t point out that his age is showing, but I’ve already teased him about not keeping up. Which he obviously took well.
He’s not the only one worn out from Ollie’s enthusiasm, but I didn’t tumble into bed, suddenly close my eyes, and freak out my mates by falling asleep so heavily that we thought he’d hada heart attack. He’s going to get grumpy when we tell him about that as well.
We’re both using his chest as a pillow, and the gentle rise and fall of his wide pecs is accompanied by a deep snore that keeps setting Ollie off into rounds of giggles. It’s so adorable that I would have been on her the first time she laughed if the mood weren’t so relaxed.
I need Timber to wake up and get into it. With Ollie just coming out of heat, we’re basking in the afterglow of falling in love with each other without any barriers. I’m never going to be able to live without them again, and it’s the perfect time to bring up bites.
“He can sleep through anything,” she whispers. “Even if there’s an earthquake, he won’t get out of bed. The only thing that wakes him up is his monster clock.” I raise an eyebrow as she grins.
