His scent creeps under my hand; it’s floating around me. I can’t breathe or move because I’m suddenly dying as Timber steps closer.
A muffled whine spills from me as he watches me carefully. The back of my chair hits against the desk, shaking the pot of pens and paperclips enough to get me to focus.
“T-Timber, you—” I choke as he moves again. What the hell had they been doing?
I can smell cum on his clothes, and Kane’s scent is so lush that they must have been at it for a while.
“Luke,” he says. “What’s wrong?”
I pull my hand away, nearly snarling because I’m holding back that much.
“How the hell can you ask—” I have to slap my hand back over my mouth before I finish the sentence.
Lavender and coffee soak my tongue, and my eyes roll, tears beading, and I groan as slick escapes me. I need him to get away, or I’m done for.
Screw leaving. Fuck protecting Timber’s feelings. To hell with keeping my identity a secret so I don’t get thrown in jail and ruin my life forever.
He’s right there. And he has to know what’s happening.
Even though he’s tilting his head and blinking like a big, muscly angel, there’s no way he can’t at least guess how intense he smells.
“Timber,” I croak through my hand. “Please go and change.”
A look crosses his face that I can’t interpret. My mind is going fuzzy because the scents are so thick. Heat flares as more slick pools between my legs, and I have to press my thighs together to fight it.
I’m not a good enough person for this.
“I thought you wanted to talk?” he says, his eyes narrowing as another whine falls from me.
He can be clueless at times, but there’s no way he’s this dumb.
“Timber.” My voice trembles as I pull my hand away just enough to talk. “You can’t come home smelling like that and act like you don’t know. Please go and change. Have a shower. Do something to get rid of that scent.”
“So, you don’t like it?” He sounds genuinely curious, and that’s even worse.
A growl rumbles from me as he takes another step. “Timber. Get out.” Every breath becomes a struggle as I dig my nails into my thigh and hold on.
My gaze runs over him, and my eyes widen at the purple bruise riding the curve of his neck. I’d stab a bitch to know what position they were in when Kane bit him like that.
I miss Kane’s scent so much, even after one day, and I’ve never smelled Timber like this before. It doesn’t matter how I curl my toes or squeeze my thighs; I still bend over because the smell is so painfully addictive that I’m going to fall on my knees and beg Timber to give me his lavender-soaked cock if he doesn’t get out of the room.
“Timber, please,” I say through clenched teeth, “leave.”
The hard look on his face morphs as I gasp again. I can’t tell what: guilt, regret, disappointment. Whatever the hell it is, it’s better that he looks like that than in pain because I’ve drop-kicked him and torn off his pants to get him eight inches down my throat .
He finally looks like he understands as he flinches. He opens his mouth to say something, but I glare at him. If he comes any nearer, I’ll devour him.
Timber backs out of the room, and the second the door closes, I gasp in relief.
I’m wheezing as need burns through me so hard that I either have to stroke myself right here where Timber can catch me, or I dash to a bathroom or my nest to take care of it.
Shaking, trembling, my whimpers sound pathetic as I hug myself. My head won’t freaking clear, and, for once, I wish I was in heat so I’ve got an excuse for why I’m so weak.
I don’t know what the hell is going on with Kane, but I don’t want to keep doing this. I don’t want to live like this. It’s even more proof that I need to leave his house and get away from him before I hurt him anymore.
Ollie
Ihate being pissed off, but I hate being pissed off and horny even more.
