“Luke,” I growl as I pull back, and tears bead at the corners of his clenched eyes. Anger fires up in me again. Even though he cries, he isn’t denying it.
“What name is it? Ollie? Luke? Or both? Do you just use whatever name you’re in the mood for when you fuck with me?” I don’t give a shit whichever gender, name, or designation he wants to go by. I just need to know what the fuck he’s doing to me.
“I’m sorry, Timber, I’m… it’s Ollie… I'm not a guy, I'm not a beta, I'm just…" Her eyes flutter closed. "It's just Ollie…”
I lift myself up, and her hands drop from my arms slowly enough that I can grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
“Timber!” she gasps, her eyes shooting open as she looks up at me in shock. “Timber, what are you—”
One tear escapes, and my heart breaks at seeing my omega so wrecked. But this isn’t my fault. I’m not the one who did this.
I’ve been furious about this omega sneaking into my house and using me, and I can’t decide if hiding her real identity is worse than hiding her designation. Why do they have to be separate things? They’re both still lies.
I need to be angrier; I have to show her my rage; I don’t want her to think that she can get away with this.
There’s a small voice inside me that’s relieved because I don’t have to fight anymore. My love for Luke and my desire for Ollie are fully merging as my omega lies pinned beneath me.
All that bullshit about them being twins. Those conversations I had with Luke about his sister, the way Luke had laughed and joked about it. And Ollie just chuckled as she talked about her brother with an air of mystery.
“Do you even have a fucking brother? Or was that all a lie? Is there anything about you that’s actually real?”
I hate how my voice cracks. I don’t want to show her my pain or for her to see that this is ruining me.
I’d been so close. I’d been so fucking close to giving in and confessing that I wanted to be with someone. After ten years of fucking emptiness, I thought I could love again. I tricked myself and nearly admitted to them I wanted to be in a fucking pack.
This is wrong. It’s so, so fucking wrong.
“Yes! I do! I have a brother, I promise, all that part is real.”
I shake my head. Whatever she says could be a lie. I’m a fucking idiot who let myself be controlled by scents again. Even though my nose was shattered, an omega still found a way to manipulate me. She’d taken my heart just as cruelly as my ex-wife had.
“How the hell am I meant to believe anything you say? The only thing I can feel that’s real is right here,” I growl as my hand sweeps down her waist to press against her crotch.
A low moan echoes from her as she squirms under me, and my cock responds instantly.
I’m supposed to be imposing, to make her understand that she should never have stepped into my life. Until my fingers follow the seam of her jeans between her legs, and I lose my mind at how soaked it is.
“Timber, I’m right here. Please, I’m right here for you. Just come and take me.”
“Don’t call your alpha’s name so sweetly if you’re not prepared to follow through,” I snarl.
Her legs spread wider, and the slick goes straight to my head. My eyes lose focus, and my cock responds as I groan. She’s fucking perfect, even in this lie.
I tip forward, claiming her mouth as mine again, our desire reflects each other’s as low moans as I drink her in. Especially as I trace the piercing in her tongue that I’ve been dying to feel since he—she—first flaunted it.
I’ve been waiting for so long to experience this, torn between Ollie and Luke, and she’s been at my fingertips the entire time.
Now those fingertips are pushing under her jeans to tear them the fuck away from her pussy. I moan as I bury into the tight gap between fabric and flesh. The rage burning through me makes me so desperate for her that I’m dizzy.
I nearly lose my balance as my fingers brush her soft clit, and the cry that bursts from her is so precious that I’m falling for her again.
Pulling away from the kiss, my face hovers directly above hers as I stroke her clit, and watch the pleasure race in a mad dash across her face.
“Timber,” she gasps, and her back arches again. She rolls her hips, rubbing against my fingers, and I want to love her even though I feel like my mind is breaking.
I push against her entrance, and I think I’m going to come as my fingertips slip inside, and her pussy spasms.
I wanted to make Luke whimper like this, and I thought I wouldn’t have a chance, but I’ve already heard it so many fucking times. I need to hear it again as she writhes under me, tugging at her arms, trying to break free.
