“Fuck you, Kane!” he snarls. “Fuck you and all your shit! You’re just lying to me again!”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t believe me either after everything, but I promise you, as soon as we get to your house, we’re going straight to Ollie, okay?” I start the car, and I sigh in relief that Timber kept the ticket for the barrier on his dashboard. Otherwise I would have driven straight through it to get us the fuck out of the lot. I literally have no idea how I’m going to manage this if Timber goes crazy again.
Another growl, another punch against the glass, and this time I get a lovely roar that bounces around the car.
“Hey, if you keep hurting your hands like that, you won’t be able to hold Ollie when we get there.”
I thought that would help, but he just kicks his feet out and snarls.
The only other time I’ve had to deal with an alpha in rut is when I’m with an omega in heat, and that’s a totally different story.
I glance at the phone to see that Ollie has gone off-screen, and Timber suddenly flips into psycho mode again. He’s so fucking sexy, especially when he keeps gnashing his teeth, but there’s no way I can drive with him like this.
So, I have to time it right.
I carefully set the phone on the dashboard so he can see if she comes back. Timber is definitely stronger than me, which is another reason I want to fuck him, but I can be sneaky.
As soon as I roll up to the barrier, I dart forward.
There’s a Scorpions scarf on the console that’s the perfect tool.
I hold my breath.
As he brings his fists together for a Hulk smash, I loop it twice over his forearms. With a hard tug, his wrists snap together.
He jerks his hands up, but that just tightens the knot.
All that fishing I did with my grandpa and my cousins as a kid is paying off.
“You’re amazing,” I say as he swears at me again. It’s the same as when he goes for me out on the ice. I’m happy for him to hurl himself at me, and I switch the part of my brain off that says I’m in danger because my cock is leading the show.
If we weren’t in such a small space, I’d flip him so I could start working his ass. If I can make him come, I can definitely calm him down, but I want to punish him as well. Especially because of what’s on his phone.
Before Timber can say anything else, I shoot forward, ratcheting the scarf to the grab handle above his head. He’s still shaking, but I just happen to press against his crotch as I reach for the handle, and that keeps him subdued.
“Get the fuck off me!” he yells, but I just hum cheerily, because my mate isn’t fighting as hard as he can. All it takes is grinding my palm against his cock, and he calms down straight away. He really is so easy.
“Hey, if you like being tied up like this, you’ll love what else I can do when I get you to bed.” I grin.
I brush over his cock again, basking in the way he shudders. I know it’s a bad idea to wind up an alpha in rut, and he can definitely tear that scarf off if he really wants to. But it’s so satisfying to see him all bound up, his dick rock hard, and his eyes still filled with horny bloodlust as he tries to scratch my face off. His rage is so electric that I get turned on just watching him play.
Though it’s a whole different story when we’re stuck in his car, and I’m about to pull out onto the road, and Ollie has moved off-screen.
“Fuck, Timber, come on,” I groan as he snarls again. “Be a good dog and settle, alright? We’ll see Ollie soon.”
Unfortunately, the only treat I can give him is back at home, hopefully curled up in her nest and covered in slick.
As I get out onto the street, he fights again.
“Get this fucking thing off me!” he yells as he thrashes around.
I scowl at him, but he still struggles against his seat belt, snapping and growling as someone zips past us on a motorbike. He has no idea if that person is an alpha, but he’s acting like any car that comes near us is someone challenging him.
Being stuck in traffic is just the icing on the cake. We’re still moving, and I can see on the sat-nav we’re going to be in it for a few minutes, but a few minutes is a long time with a crazy alpha next to you.
I grit my teeth, glancing over my shoulder at the other scarf on the back seat.
It’s worth the risk if it stops him from tearing up the car.
