“He must set it every night, because I thought it would go off by now. It’s like a cross between the Death Star and a sea mine.” She rolls her eyes. “You’ll see what I mean later.”
“Is that the monster?” I ask as I walk my fingers down Timber’s hips. “Or is this it?” I grip his cock, and she laughs.
She’s biting her lip again, and I want to kiss her, but Timber’s chest is too damn comfortable.
I squeeze his cock, and he hardens straight away. Even after days of fucking, he’s still raring to go.
His snore cuts off, morphing into a moan as I gently stroke him. It’s followed by fluttering eyelashes, and his chin dips, a growl rumbling from him as I stroke his shaft from base to tip.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he says as he pops one eye open, and I grin right back as I stroke him again.
“Ollie said you wouldn’t wake up even if the world was ending, but I guess there’s something you’ll jump to attention for.”
I love how he narrows his eyes at me even when he’s half asleep. I hope that never stops, whether we’ve been together for five, ten, or twenty years. I want our lives to be all sunshine and rainbows, but squeezing the base of Timber’s cock so his back arches and he snarls at me is great, too.
Ollie gently runs her hand over his stomach, her nails bumping over the ridges of his abs. “Did you get enough sleep?” she asks softly.
I would have asked him something nice, too. But the more I stroke him, the harder his brows furrow, and I want him to go for me. I’ve unlocked my kink of subduing Timber when he’s absolutely raging. The trick is to wind him up enough to make him lose it, which just happens to be my special transferable skill that I can use for any occasion.
He turns to Ollie, and all that stiffness eases away, apart from his cock. He gives her a rare smile, blinking sleepily at her as he wraps his arm around her back and bends to kiss the top of her head.
“I’m going to need to rest up for a week after all that. I’ve never had so many ruts that strong, or done a heat with another alpha before.”
“Did you like it?” I ask. I think he’s going to bat my hand away or stop me stroking him, but his hips bend, and my gaze flashes.
“I liked it enough to let you fuck me again this morning,” he said begrudgingly. I laugh as I lift myself up onto one elbow and steal a kiss from him.
This energy is perfect. Timber might need to wake up properly, but I can run and make us breakfast, leave the two of them to bask in all their sweet love, and then talk about bites.
Ollie kept begging for a bite all during her heat. Even though hearing her cry out for it drove me absolutely crazy, I don’t want to get ahead of myself because she was being controlled by heromega side. Now that we’re back to the land of the (mostly) sane, we can look at it properly.
Timber sighs as I settle back down into him, and he smiles for me as well. The way my heart flickers and clenches at the sight of him actually looking happy makes up for everything I did to him when I was younger.
For years, he kept telling me to forget about it, but he always said it with an empty gaze.
Now he releases a slow breath, bringing his hand up to stroke my hair. He doesn’t need to say anything as he watches me, because we can both feel the love floating there. I’m so scared that as soon as I leave his house, he might go back to the Timber who pushes me away and rejects me. That’s another reason I want to hurry along the bites.
But Ollie pauses, and we both notice the shift as she tilts her head to look up at Timber. She lays a hand on his chest to push herself up and meet him face-to-face.
“Why were you in rut when you arrived?” she asks.
Timber freezes, his gaze clouding over in a way that says we’re about to have another one of those conversations with a capital C.
The color drains from Timber’s face, and his fingers dig into my head as he needs me to hold on. It’s my chance to be a supportive alpha, but that offer is more for Ollie than good ol’ Timber.
Because I’m Captain Shit-Stirrer, and I can’t help myself.
“I saw him running from the rink, and then I found him crouched beside his car watching a very interesting video, and ready to tear me the fuck apart.”
“What kind of video?” she asks, her brow furrowing.
“Oh, sweetness,” I hum, leaning across to nip the tip of her nose. “Timber’s got a fun story to tell you there.” I grin at him as shock grows deeper on his face, and his hand falls from my head.Because, no matter how lovey-dovey we are, no matter how perfect the day has been, I always have to fuck it up somehow.
Why can’t I just let Timber get away with it? Because of his high and mighty attitude, where he took the upper ground. Because he’s been insisting that he’s the victim and he’s the one being lied to, but he was still watching her, plain and simple. The hypocrite went blind with rage when he found out I knew Ollie’s secret, when his secret is even worse.
Plus, I want to see how he plays it off.
If I stay silent now, we can carry on acting like a pack and save those worries for the future. Maybe I could have used it for a little friendly blackmail if Timber is ever being particularly stubborn.
