“You’re not getting away until I’m finished with you,” I say, meeting her with a deadly stare.
Over a month of pent-up feelings wants to pour out of me. There’s so much I can do when I have her like this.
Warmth gushes around my hand, and she groans as I push my fingers deeper.
“What the hell was that? Did your slick just get thicker?” I snap, until I see where she’s looking.
I growl; hurt, pissed off, fucking disappointed that she’s staring at the bulge in my pants with wide eyes.
I lift myself up, pulling my fingers from her pussy, cupping her as I cup myself.
“This is what you’ve been after this whole time, isn’t it?” I ask as I squeeze my hard cock through my pants. It feels so fucking good that I could pull it out and fuck her right now.
“It was never about me, just about how much dick you could get, wasn’t it?”
“No!” she gasps. “No, it’s not that. I’ve been horny as fuck as well, but I don’t just want to bang you. That’s not why I came to your house. Timber, fuck. You must know how I feel about you.” Her chest heaves as I let out a bitter laugh. I can’t believe anything she says again.
“All that flirting and teasing and messing around. In the end, you just want me to fuck you.”
My eyes roll as her hips shake, and her scent blooms even more strongly. How much more powerful can it get?
“I wouldn’t have held back so much if that’s all I wanted. I needyou, Timber, and it’s been so hard to stay away from you. But I did it because other things are at stake that I can’t risk. That’s why I’ve been pretending to be my brother. It’s not to hide from you!”
“What about the scent of you in my bed? Was that just you hiding from me? Or the slick in my oatmeal? Or that fuckingslick-stained dish towel!? What the fuck have you been doing in my house whenever I’m gone?”
Color drains from her face, like she thought I’d never find out. My nose and tongue are so fucking broken that she probably thought she could get away with anything until she left.
I sit back, releasing her wrists as my ass lands on my heels, and run my gaze over her.
My fucking omega, laid out just for me.
“Was it fun, Ollie? Did you enjoy making me look like an idiot?”
“Timber, no!” She starts to rise, but I growl a warning.
“You don’t move until I tell you to.”
And that fucking slick of hers smells even tastier as she disobeys me, spreading her legs wider with hunger burning in her eyes.
That isn’t what I need from her right now. I told myself this was my last chance to be with Luke, and I won’t give that up just because things have turned so ugly.
I grab her knees, and she gasps as I push them together.
My hands are so big that I almost fumble as I tug at her waistband, but she lifts her hips and makes it easier to drag her jeans all the way down her legs.
As soon as they peel away from her pussy, I’m ruined. No matter what I say now, I’m not letting her go until my tongue is buried inside her.
I’m left there with her calves on my shoulders, going crazy as my rut comes knocking.
I have to stay in control, but I lower her legs, sliding her pants over her feet, and she winces as her ass returns to the tiled floor.
I hope it’s because it’s cold, and that she isn’t hurt from the fall. Worrying about her now just shows how weak I am. Even when people trick me for everything I’m worth, I can’t stop fucking caring about the ones I love.
“Now you can spread them,” I order as I release her.
Her throat bobs as she swallows her nerves, blinking up at me, giving me a full view of her, and it’s another reminder of how fucking stupid I was. There were so many similarities between them that I thought I was going insane. Even right down to the way they said my name. Why didn’t I ask anything about how Luke acted compared to Ollie, or why his voice would change pitch so much? Why didn’t I fucking ask why their scents were exactly the same?
I didn’t think about any of that shit because I was so obsessed with Luke being an omega that I never stopped to ask if Luke was even a man. But would any sane person do something like that?
