He slides away from me as I move closer, his knife dropping to the chopping board as his lower back arches against the counter. I cage him between my arms, and the movement is so smooth that it feels natural, just like he said.
I grip the counter on either side of his waist, forcing him to rock his head back to look up at me.
Part of me can’t believe I’m being so bold, but his scent grows stronger with every second, and I can’t stay away from him.
“Timber,” he says breathlessly.
“Why are you leaving me, Luke?” I ask as I lower down to meet his eyes.
He swallows, his scarf hiding the bob of his throat. His eyes crease as pain slashes across his face, but I don’t want to stop now that I’ve come so far.
The constant fight between my fear of being hurt and my desire for my omega is coming to a head as Luke bites his lip.
“You know why I’m going,” he whispers, and a surge of need pounds through my body as I lean in closer.
I cup his cheek, making him stay with me, no matter how nerve-racking it is.
His gasp sweeps my lips, and maple syrup dances on the tip of my tongue.
Luke’s flat hand molds to my stomach, denting my skin through my shirt, but I don’t know if he’s asking me to stop. His fingers shake as they dig into my abs, and I nearly groan at how good it is to feel him touching me.
I don’t want my omega to be scared of me, but I can’t let him go when that’s the most real thing I’ve heard him say since I met him.
My thumb swipes his lip piercing, and his eyes flutter closed as he moans.
He softens under me as I hover, moments from his lips.
“Luke,” his name rumbles from me, and he answers with a sigh. “Why are you leaving your alpha?” I growl as I swoop in, and he doesn’t stop me as I press my lips to his and finally claim him.
Ollie
My heart’s in my throat as I realize Timber’s going to go for it.
After all that nervous dancing around with him as Luke, holding back my feelings and treating it like a game, he’s the one pushing me.
I sink into him, letting him lead the way. Opening my lips, moans bloom between us as he finally kisses me again.
His cock is hard, and his grip tightens as I run the ball of my piercing over his tongue.
One kiss sets off a slick bomb, and heat floods my pussy as I whimper against him.
I mentally punch the snooze button of the alarms that are blasting in my head, telling me to stop. Because rich coffee heats my body, and his moans are so loud they echo in my chest as they merge with mine.
Timber shifts, one hand falling to my lower back. The other brushes along my neck to cup my head and bury his fingers in my hair.
He pulls back from the kiss, and I gasp as my mouth becomes painfully empty. I want him to taste how much I need him.
“Don’t stop,” I groan, lifting myself onto my tiptoes to reach him, barely holding onto his waist because it’s so thick. His gaze is so intense that it shivers right through me.
I can’t give it up yet; I want to keep the illusion going. It’s okay because I’m leaving. It’s fine to kiss him because I won’t see him again after this.
His kisses grow stronger as he licks at my piercings, nibbling my lips. My back arches, pleasure burning through me as his coffee fizzles in my mouth.
I had to rush to bind my chest when I got back to the house before him. It’s only when I locked the door to my nest that my dumb ass remembered that I ran into Timber’s house in full girl-mode while his whole front yard is strung up with a hundred million security cameras. I just hope he’s one of those guys who never actually checks the recordings.
My piercings chafe against my binding vest, and having Timber’s chest press hard against them is making my nipples even more sensitive.
Every part of me burns with need, and I’m scared that my stupid heat suppressants are going to properly fail. Not the low-key ‘I’m slicking like a leaky faucet’ fail, but a full-blown heat.
