I’ve said it so many times, but I can’t go into heat. No matter how much my omega side is banging at the door, I can’t let it out.
But Timber is too good, and it feels so right. He’s my alpha, and I can’t stop. Whines and moans fall from me as he kisses me harder. He’s as desperate for this as I am, and I don’t know how I’m going to survive without him after I go.
I don’t want to leave…
Pain beats through me as we blend together, losing myself in his touch. I want to sit on the counter so I can spread myself for him, and he can slide into me. I want his knot inside me.
I cry out at that thought and pull myself back from the kiss.
I’m gasping for air, but everything is coffee and heat. I’m trembling too hard, and he’s making me so weak that my last thread of resistance is fraying, and I’m not getting out of here unless I do something now.
Dropping back to my heels, and his cock drags higher up my body. I groan at how easy it would be to grip him again.
“Luke,” he murmurs as he cradles my head, looking deep into my eyes. The love that pours from him is too much. I can’t deal with how perfect it is. My omega side has its foot in the door, and it’s fighting me with everything it has to burst free.
Timber presses a gentle kiss against my lips. “Just tell me the real reason. Why are you going? Why do you think it’s okay to leave your alpha?” he growls so softly I feel it in my core.
Even hearing the words,Your alpha, from Timber is enough to make any omega dissolve.
Tears bead at the corners of my eyes because it hurts so freaking much. This is my fault, but it’s better to leave him with questions than give him answers that will damage him more.
But how can I tell my alpha to stop when he looks at me like that?
I press his stomach with a fist, silently asking him to step away, and the world goes cold as he releases me.
“Luke.” His voice fills with the emotion I can’t return. I shuffle out from between him and the counter, enough that I can see the indent of his thick cock.
“Why are you backing away? Just stay with me. Come back to your alpha.”
All my senses become mangled as slick drips from me. His gaze sparks, and he moves closer. He’s going to kiss me again, and then it will really be over.
As his fingers brush my wrist, I shoot backward. My elbow clips the door of the monster fridge, and I hiss as my funny bone activates at the worst time. I slap my hand against it, but I lose my balance, toppling backward.
“Timber!” I yell as I fall, flinging out my arm to grab the handle of the fridge.
My alpha is there, his arms spread, cradling my head and body as we go down.
I gasp as my ass knocks against the hard tiles. With one arm around my shoulders, he clutches my head as he takes the impact.
The thud gets me straight in the pussy. My knees are up, feet flat on the floor, and my alpha leans over me.
I’m completely trapped, and I love it.
We stare at each other, my chest heaving as panic twists inside me. I can’t escape from him, and it’s worse as he moves above me, and his knee presses between my legs.
“Timber…” I croak as I shuffle under him. I need to move, or he’s going to find out Luke has a serious case of vanishing cockitis.
I try to fight, to push myself up, but he’s holding me so tightly that I can’t get away.
A jingle echoes from around my throat, and we both look down.
Terror explodes through me as I slap my hand against my chest. But it’s too late. He saw it.
The color drains from his face. I choke out, my heart plummeting as he shifts. I fall onto the cold tiles as he lifts himself up, grabbing my wrist, tearing my hand away.
It’s right there, sitting on my chest as plain as day. The purple pendant I wore to the rink.
I was rushing so much to get my chest binder on that I hadn’t even noticed it.
