My alpha side is here with a vengeance, and I want to take it out on Timber for making love to her without me. I held myself back with her at the hospital, but he took her all for himself.
I was so sure she wouldn’t tell him who she really was unless it was serious. So why did Timber have this towel?
“Where did you see her? Is she still here?” I growl as I grip his cock, crazy over the way my bites appear on his skin as red marks, just like they did with Ollie.
My eyes roll as he desperately drags me into another kiss. I swallow his sounds of pleasure like they’re an elixir. All it takes is a few licks and kisses to get him to melt for me like butter.
And it’s so worth it.
Lightning zips through my body as Timber's coffee sinks into my veins. No wonder the guys take hits off him all the time. He’s like a pure energy machine.
If he ever unleashes himself on Ollie, she’ll be in heaven.
He gasps as he kisses me like he can’t control himself either, running his tongue over mine, drinking me up. It’s like he’s so focused on tasting me, he doesn’t even care about kissing, and I can’t have that.
Timber’s hips buckle instantly as I stroke his hot length again, and he thrusts into my hand. He breaks the kiss, groaning as his fingers dent my arm.
“Can you taste me, baby?” I ask. “You and Ollie are the best combination of bitter and sweet, but don’t leave me out.”
His huge chest swells as he pants, and his hard nipples press against me through his thin shirt.
“I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen Ollie.”
“Is it Luke then? Is he the one who smells like my omega?” A moan rumbles low in my throat as I get another hit off the towel. “You won’t let me meet him because you know I’ll give it to him properly.”
Timber growls, but I cut him off with another kiss as he tries to rage at me. He has no idea what it’s like. I keep my moans silent as anger burns through me at how he’s treated our omega. I want him to realize who Ollie actually is, but if he hasn’t made the connection yet, pissing him off like I always do is the next best thing.
“Luke must be so horny that he’s stroking himself every night when you’re asleep. What do you think, huh? You’re lying there snoring away, and he’s in his nest, whimpering and whining because he needs an alpha to come and take care of him.”
The snarl that rips from Timber is so fierce that if I hadn’t stroked his cock in just that second, he would have torn my head off. Kisses are the answer to keeping him tame, and one deep moan later, Timber has softened for me again. It’s a magic spell that makes the guy who has nothing but years’ worth of resentment for me dissolve in my arms.
“You already know he’s an omega?” Timber chokes out, his eyes wide.
“Why do you think I’m so addicted to your lunch box? I’m not the kind of guy to go drooling after snacks unless there’s something in it for me.”
“You fucker. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he rasps as he struggles against me. “You should have—”
“There’s nothing I should have done! You’ve kept my omega all to yourself, and I’ve had to make do with fucking scraps!” Isnarl, shaking the dishcloth at him as I speed up my strokes. I rub him faster, dragging out more gasps and moans from him so he can’t ask me why I kept it a secret.
In the back of my head, I know it’s exactly how his ex-wife manipulated him. Using sex to get him to control him could have dire consequences. But we’re going to have a serious conversation about it in the future.
“Did you make him come, Timber? Is that how you got this towel?” He spits out a harsh chuckle. “I bet I can give it to him better. How do you think Luke will act if I show you both how it’s really done?”
I want Timber to flip, to throw a punch and stop me, because just scenting them together is enough to drive me toward a rut. Instead, Timber shudders and groans from my strokes.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you like the idea of both of us fucking our omega?”
He fights me again, but I keep rubbing his cock as I pull him back into the kiss. Each time I sweep my tongue over his, he softens just a little bit further and clings harder onto me.
“Kane,” he gasps. “Kane, I—You’re—You need to stop.”
I can’t. Not when I kiss his chin again, tasting our omega’s pleasure blended with the sweat on his skin.
He doesn’t deny it. He knows Luke—Ollie—whatever he wants to call her… he knows she’s mine as well.
“Make me,” I challenge. “Push me off, Timber. Stop me. Come on, I know you can.”
His chest heaves as he takes deeper breaths. It’s when he licks his lips that I know there’s absolutely no way he’s going to stop me now.
