“You’re going to keep coming until I’ve finished with you. How much slick do you think you can make? How many times do you think you can come until you pass out?”
“Oh my God,” I gasp, trembling under him as he plunges his fingers back into me and thrusts again. It’s not fair how sexy he is when he’s furious. I didn’t think he could speak like this, and it’s driving me wild.
The tiles underneath me heat up as I whimper and moan for him. I can’t get enough of it. I want him so badly that he can fuck my pussy raw if it means he’ll stay close to me like this.
Everything is so rushed that I don’t have time to breathe as I cling to him. My mouth stays open, and I’m crying out, but all I can feel is my pussy and my nipples as he makes me his.
My orgasms are coming so fast that I can’t think. I want to tell him to give me his fucking cock so I can see how much he needs this. He suddenly stops again, a shudder running through him as he goes quiet.
Everything is so intense that I can hear the slightest movement between us. His rustling clothes, the slick sound of my pussy as his fingers leave me again, and my struggling breaths.
The tension rises as he lifts his head. “I really thought something was happening here,” he says, his voice laced with pain. “With Luke, with Ollie, with whoever the fuck you are.”
I lift myself up on my elbows so I can look at him, even though it’s killing me to even move.
“Whether I’m Ollie or Luke, I’m still the same person, Timber. I’m the one who scent matched with you. Who loves you.”
He snarls as he drops back down to suck at my nipple piercings again, like he’s saying he doesn’t believe me. If I could just take him upstairs, if I could show him my nest, then he'd see. Or if I could kiss him again and tell him how deeply I’ve fallen for him since I arrived, maybe that could make it all better.
My nipples ache as he swaps between them. My cries bounce around the kitchen that had become my sanctuary in the past month as I ‘serviced’ him.
“Timber—Alpha—” I gasp as I run my fingers over his ears, and my palms press against his cheeks. I make him lift his head, and every breath is a growl as I tremble under his huge body.
“Timber, I love you.” Nerves tear through me as I push the words out. I can barely hear myself because it’s so terrifying to say it out loud. Admitting it here means that I can’t escape. I won’t be able to make the clean break I need. But I have to tell him.
His eyes grow hazy, and, no matter how on board my omega side is with Timber going into rut, I’m sure he’d be even angrier when he came out of it.
“I love you, Timber,” I cry, my heart in my throat. I’ve never felt so exposed.
The air is thick around us, and he pulls himself out of my grip as his face twists back into the scowl I first fell in love with.
His head falls; his nose presses against my breastbone. I flinch as his tongue licks at my skin, and he groans, “Why do you have to be so fucking sweet?”
His chest presses against my stomach, my thighs clench against his waist as he nuzzles my breasts.
“Tell me again,” he chokes out as his weight pins me to the floor.
My voice caught in my throat, and I can’t move.
“Please, Ollie,” he murmurs as he turns his head so he can suck at the soft skin of my breast. It stings, but I want him to leave his mark there so I know this isn’t just a fever dream caused by my preheat. “This isn’t enough. Please. I need more reasons to hate you.”
I want to stay still, like an animal trapped by a predator. If I don’t move, it’ll be okay. But I’ve always been crap at following my own rules, and my hands tremble around his ears as I speak again.
“What… what are you talking about?”
He nudges my breast, his head growing heavier as if he’s pressing himself right against my racing heart.
“Hiding you’re an omega isn’t enough,” he says, his jaw gritting as he inhales. “Lying about who you really are isn’t enough.” His hand runs up my thigh to cup my waist and hold me closer. “I hate that Kane knows this side of you, but I know more about you than he ever could. So please, Ollie,” his groan echoes through me. “Do something to make me push you away.”
“Timber…”
He lifts himself up, meeting me with a gaze that shatters me. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t stop this. No matter how much I tell myself this is a bad idea, there’s nothing holding me back now that he knows the truth.
I reach out for him, and he clasps my hand. Pain burns in his scent as he pulls my palm to his lips. “Just hurt me, Ollie. Because right now, nothing can stop me loving you.”
I curl my hand into a fist, purrs rumbling from me as he bites at me, his teeth scraping my knuckles until he kisses them. Hisgrip tightens, and guilt burns even fiercer in me as I wrap one arm around his shoulder and lift myself up to him.
“What if I say no?” I whisper and shiver as another growl tears from him, and he lunges for my lips.
