I twist, my back thumping against the car as I clutch the phone with both hands. My legs give way, and I slide down onto the step bar, my back against the passenger side door as I watch her pleasuring herself on my bed.
There’s only the bedside lamp behind her lighting the room, so I can’t see properly, but I swear her mouth is moving, and I track her lips.
“Fucking hell!” I swear again as I realize she’s calling out for me with every thrust.
I have to move. I need to get in the car. I have to drive home, but I can’t stop watching her. I’m fucking entranced by how lost she looks as she gives into it.
Rage, need, pain, desire; they’re drowning out any sense of reason I have. I’m choking, clawing at my chest to stop it, but it’s too much.
My cock is so fucking hard, and the ringing in my ears grows louder. I can’t stop it coming.
If I just fuckingmove, I can reach her, but I’m frozen in awe as she slows down. Her ass shakes as she feds it into herself with slow precision, torturing herself as she chants my name.
“Please,” I whisper to her, urging her on, wishing she could hear me. “Ollie, you’re doing so well. Just give in.”
My head falls forward, and a snarl cracks from me, my mind blurring as I remember the way she called my name when I feasted on her. Her taste. Her touch. How she moaned and begged me to stop while asking me to never leave her.
But then her expression changes. She plunges the dildo in deep, and her mouth widens as she cries out. She’s coming, and I’m not with her, and I can’t fucking think because I need her.
My breaths grow faster, my heart rate skyrocketing. And there’s no stopping it.
One flash tears through my vision. A thud beats through my mind. And my alpha side takes over.
My rut hits me so hard that I fling my head back against my car and cry out as my body jolts.
I thrust my hips at nothing, moaning as I watch my omega pull the dildo from herself, furious that it’s not me.
I need to get up. I have to drive. I have to get back to her. I can’t leave her alone.
My omega needs me, and I have to find her and bite her and make her mine.
Kane
Iknow Timber’s talking to Marilyn, but I don’t know how bad it is. Not that I’m hovering or anything. It’s absolutely a coincidence that I’m pacing outside the administration building, but maybe hoping to catch Timber and apologize for the umpteenth time.
It doesn’t matter how much effort I put into getting my mates together; the universe is working against me. After meeting Luke, I thought Timber might mellow out, but the interview sent me straight back to square one. Ollie is barely replying to my messages as well. So, I have to findanothernew way to get them to forgive me and make it look like I’ve learned my lesson and stopped ‘influencing’ them, as I like to call it.
I’m rehearsing what to say to Timber when he suddenly shoots through the front doors and sprints off with a look so deathly serious that I flinch.
Before I have time to react, he’s already disappearing down the road, and I’m watching him go, completely stunned.
By the time I race after him, he’s nearly reached the edge of the Arena parking lot. Thankfully, my mate is wonderfully tall and wearing bright red, so I can’t lose him.
Fear beats in me as I pick up speed, frustrated by how big the gap between us is. We’re both fast, but I’m lighter. Plus, he keeps zigzagging, and it looks like he’s distracted by something.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out something is going on. And my worry hikes the more Timber runs.
Sure, we all worked out together in the gym, but he’s too frantic, and I’m panicking, because I suspect there’s only one person who could make him act like this.
And then he suddenly stops in front of a parking garage, and I hurl myself down the street to catch up.
Considering how much Ollie loved it when I snuck up behind her during her run, I hold back and slow down to casually approach him.
Until he bolts again, like our favorite omega. I lose him in two minutes, and it’s just luck that I choose to run to the top floor and work my way down. And the only reason I find him quickly is that bright car of his.
When I finally see him, he’s leaning against the passenger door, suddenly sliding down behind it.
My heart clenches as I hurl myself toward him, because if he gets hurt before me and Ollie have the chance to apologize…
