Whether she’s a woman or a man, alpha, beta, or omega, I just don’t want to be lied to.
But, fuck. The way she whimpers as her feet touch the floor, either side of my thighs, how her brow furrows as her knees spread wider, and my gaze lands on her pussy; it’s all fucking heaven.
Another snarl cracks from me as she exposes herself and pushes me closer to a rut. I wondered once if Luke had a piercing on his cock, and there’s a curved barbel through Ollie’s belly button that’s close enough.
I want to go for her pussy, but I need to taste the piercing that matches the ball in her tongue.
I bend down, my forehead against her T-shirt, licking at the hard metal, savoring her cries of pleasure. I press my finger against her entrance, and she jumps as I run it up to her clit. Her whole pussy is drenched, and it drives me even more wild that every time I scented her like this in the past, she was just as needy as she looks now.
This is all so fucked up.
“The only honest thing about you is your body,” I say as I lift my hand, warm from her pussy. I make sure she watches me as I press two fingers against my tongue.
The world goes quiet as everything becomes her. Maple syrup is all I know as I gasp, closing my lips around her.
My eyes roll as I tip forward, my elbows hitting the tiles on either side of her ears again as saliva floods my mouth, spreading her slick around it.
Ollie opens her arms, and we don’t need any words as she pulls me back to her lips.
Her taste screws with my mind, and her tongue feeds into my mouth as she kisses me. Her slick is richer, more potent than her mouth, and her kiss helps ease that madness.
If I weren’t wearing pants, I could drop my hips and slide into her, and that thought burns through me as she clings tight.
I meet her whines with deep moans as I forget how furious I am and sink into the feeling of being with the omega I love.
Timber
Ihate the way she whimpers because it makes me want to keep kissing her. I need to press my body against her, to pull her into my arms and kiss away her pain.
I don’t want to make her cry, but I can’t stem the anger that’s barreling through me. I’m scared I’ll become violent and hurt her so badly that she’ll never come near me again.
It’s fucking insane because I should just throw her out and stop this.
What am I supposed to do with my anger when every run of my tongue on her skin sparks new life in my taste buds? I’m shaking with rage and so much fucking lust because holding her like this is everything. Yet the fear of what comes after this looms over us like a tidal wave, ready to sweep us away and destroy whatever we are to each other.
I need to make it last to keep it away, along with my rut.
Crawling down her body, I push at her shirt, catching sight of a vest around her chest with a zip down the center. I want to stop and investigate, but her slick is calling me. Weeks of fucking longing and I’m nearly there.
Kiss after kiss down to her navel piercing, and I gently tug it between my teeth, drawing another whine from her.
“Timber, you… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but I want you to…” I shudder as my breath sweeps over her pussy. She chokes off, her head flinging back as mine hovers between her thighs.
Her scent. Her goddamn fucking scent that I’ve been hungering for since I first tasted her in the oatmeal. Now I’m trembling like a virgin as the heat from her pussy brushes my lips.
Shifting my weight back, I grip her thighs, my fingers digging into her muscles as I use my thumbs to spread them even further apart.
I don’t want to tell her how fucking gorgeous she looks, her slick shining in the light like it’s asking to be licked up.
I have to keep telling myself she’s the one who did this to me. And there’s more than one way to punish someone who betrays me.
Leaning forward, I press my nose against her pussy, and a jolt runs through my body.
I gasp as pleasure floods me, and lust pulses with it, straight down to my needy fucking cock. My hips jerk, and it’s so intense that I almost come at the pure smell of her.
A snarl rips from me at how much power she has over me. I don’t want to go into rut, but I let my alpha side take over.
Moaning, I tip forward and warmth envelops me as I bury my face in her and lick her from her clit down to her entrance.
