What can we do to make her trust us again? Why doesn’t anything I do work?
I keep screwing it up while pretending it’s all okay, and all I want to do is hold and love her.
I yank on the scarves as I pull Timber over to the bed.
The coffee scent in his room blended with her perfume is so electric that a surge of energy goes through me. I thought the scent coming off him when he’s in rut is strong, but it’s nothing compared to his room.
He struggles and fights me constantly, but as long as I hold tight to my new reins, I can keep him under control.
“Get these fucking things off me!” he yells as I wrangle him. I’m basically a rhinestone cowboy at this point.
“Yes, yes. And what will you do if I take them off while you’re in rut?” I ask. “Are you going to storm into Ollie’s nest and fuck her as she is?”
“She’smyomega!”
“And she’s fucking mine as well!” I shout back as I pull at the scarves so hard that he falls onto the bed chest first. “It doesn’t matter how much she stares at you and loves you. She’s my scent match, too! And we’ve both fucked up so badly that you need to come back to us so we can treat her right.”
I’m getting too taken over by his scent. Every breath fires me up, my heart beating faster, my inhibitions bursting through. The parts of me I tightly control because I don’t want my mates to see this ugly, jealous side of me.
“If I stopped trying to force you two together and you stopped being so fucking stubborn, then we could actually be a pack instead of this shit!”
He snarls, his ass bobbing as I tie the scarves to the bars of the wooden headboard. I don’t want to have to ride him like a bucking bronco, but I won’t say no, either.
This is obviously where Ollie was enjoying herself, even if the bedsheets have changed from black to blue. Which means there’s a camera somewhere in the room.
“No matter how much I’d love a replay of the first time I fuck you, I don’t want an audience,” I say to Timber as I pull off my shirt. Judging from the angle we watched Ollie at, the camera had to be somewhere behind me.
I turn around, my eyebrows rising at the weird spiked ball sitting on the far wall, but I don’t have time to inspect it when the bed’s still rattling. A large TV sits above the ball, with a small red light at the very top. It could have been the standby button, but I’m not taking any chances.
“See you later.” I wink before I throw my shirt over it. I just hope it doesn’t record sound as well.
As soon as it’s safely covered, I turn back to Timber, rolling my eyes as he still twists and fights.
“Stop struggling, dammit,” I growl through gritted teeth as he kicks up and jerks his hips.
As I approach the bed, I notice something familiar sitting next to his pillow. “Well, hello there, old friend,” I purr as I pick up the dish towel. “Now what’s this doing here all by your pillow and smelling more like our cum than Ollie’s slick?”
I want to tease him as I waggle it between two fingers, but he just gives a sexy roar as he flushes red and chokes himself as he tries to get to me. Is he embarrassed? Is he just flat-out furious? I’ll never know, because as I return the dish towel, he yells for me to let him go, which I’m definitely not going to do when he’s acting like this.
I was only going to use this as a last resort, but we’ve come this far, and he won’t stop.
Quickly shoving my hands down my pants, I grab my cock and run two fingers over the head. With Ollie in preheat smellinglike candy cane mountain, and Timber in rut, there’s no way I wouldn’t be hard.
I drop my weight, yanking my hand from my pants as I shoot forward to grab his chin and force his head back.
“What the fuck are you—” But the second I force the precum-coated tips of my fingers onto his tongue, he groans, and a shudder goes through his body.
“That’s it. Just relax,” I hum.
His lips clench around my fingers, sucking on me like I’ve wanted him to for ages. Timber groans again, and my grin widens.
I’ve got him. But I need to move fast while he’s still tasting me.
Pulling my fingers out, I climb onto the bed, pressing my hand against his lower back before mounting his thighs. I face his ass because I want to play with him, but I’d love to lie on top and kiss his neck and stroke his chest. If I could show him my heart instead of my cock, we’d make some actual progress.
“Just come back to us, Timber,” I growl as I slap his ass, and he snarls. “We’re no good for each other right now.”
I’m already pushing at his waistband, forcing his pants over his ass. He’s going commando again, so it’s easy to grab his cheeks.
