I run kisses up the line of his jaw, and he moans again. It’s just perfect. Everything about him is fucking perfect.
I’ll bite Timber, I’ll sink my teeth and cock into Ollie, and we’ll pack up whether he wants it or not. I keep telling them I’ll waitfor them, that I’ll be a good boy, and I’ve already promised them I’ll be the best alpha I can be. Part of that is making sure my mates are happy, which will only happen if we’re a pack.
I’ll push them any way I can. Timber can keep beating me up forever if he wants to, but I’m not letting him escape this anymore.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” I ask as I rub along his cock. “Because you can taste me, can’t you? I can feel how much your mouth is watering. Even if you’re acting like this, don’t you want to taste me more?”
“Kane,” he growls in a way that makes my cock even harder. “What the hell are you doing?” I squeeze him, and he jolts as I stroke again.
“Do you remember what I taste like?”
“How the fuck would I remember that?” he gasps as I brush my thumb over the tip. His hands land on my shoulders, and he almost whimpers, just like Ollie did when I buried my cum inside her.
“Liar.” I chuckle. “You can taste me. You don’t remember the first time we kissed, do you? I know you don’t, but I’ve wanted to ask you for so long.”
“Stop talking shit and kiss me,” Timber demands, and I can’t say no.
I want to remind him of the time when we were drunk, and he was heartbroken while I was horny. But I can’t keep away from him when he looks at me so needily.
My cock is already free, and it’s so easy to press against him as we kiss. Groans fall from us both as I wrap my hand around us, bringing our cocks together, and pleasure burns through me.
I love that I can’t get my hand around us. He’s already shuddering under me as soon as I palm our cockheads, and both of us moan.
I can’t focus on stroking us with one hand, grasping the dish towel in the other, and kissing him at the same time. Especially when his high gasps as my hand speeds up with messy strokes steal all of my attention.
I want to make him come more than I need to taste him, so I break the kiss, finding my rhythm as I watch him bend for me.
“Say it, baby.” I lightly bite at his neck. “Tell me you can scent me. Tell me I’m the only alpha you can smell.”
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he thrusts into my hand as I lick at the mark before biting at him again.
I want him to bite me back. Not just the light bites I’m giving him so I can find out where he’s rubbed Ollie’s slick. But something where he sinks his teeth into me and I become his.
My eyes close as I take a deep inhale, the buzz of his coffee singing in me.
“Kane,” he whispers, rubbing his nose into my neck before his tongue darts out to lick me. “Kane.” Another lick before he wraps his lips around my shoulder, and sucks.
I shiver as he marks me. Even if he’s just taken away by the madness of the taste of our omega and the scents, it means so much. I want Ollie to see it. I want her to know how her alphas feel about each other—and her.
“Kane.” He grips me even harder, and power rushes through me as he gives in to me, thrusting his hips and grinding his cock against mine. “Don’t stop,” he groans again. “Keep stroking us. I want to come.”
“Have you always sounded so desperate? It’s like you can’t get enough of me, and I’ve barely touched you.”
I drop a kiss under his ear. “Is it really that good?” I murmur. “Do you like my scent that much?”
“It’s because it’s yours,” he rasps, and I lose it.
I can’t hold myself together when he says something like that. My head falls forward against his shoulder, and I shake.
I nearly whine as Timber sucks on my skin. I want to act like I’m in charge and I know what the hell I’m doing, but I’ve turned pathetic again. Ollie and Timber make me utterly weak, and they’re both so amazing that I can’t handle it.
Our bodies are big enough to support each other as I keep Timber pressed against the wall, making sure we can’t slip. If I get him on his back, I’m going to go crazy and fuck him right here behind the rink, and then we’ll both be screwed.
Timber
Kane lets go of our cocks, suddenly pulling the towel from my hand as he leans back from me. I have a stab of panic that he’s done, that he might go.
I don’t have any defense against him. With his taste blended with Luke’s slick and my cock aching, it’s the kind of pleasure I’ve needed for so long.
