“You’re so sensitive,” I hum. “What’s going to happen when Ollie touches you here as well?”
“You won’t get away with this,” he growls, like he isn’t enjoying it.
“Sure, come at me, Timber. Show me your worst. But only after we’ve helped Ollie.”
He thrusts his ass back, meeting me in the middle, making everything more explosive. Pleasure thuds through us, and he trembles, but he can’t last for long.
Tingles are already building up behind my balls, and I press my lips to his shoulders. Love surges in me along with my need to be with him as the bed creaks. Being connected to him is better than I could have dreamed.
I groan with him as he shouts, and I bite lightly at his shoulder. His giant body trembles as his head falls back. I thrust even harder to make sure he can feel it all.
A broken cry cracks from him as I squeeze his cock and he comes.
I forget the scarves, so I can wrap my arms around him, pushing at his chin to kiss him over his shoulder. I want to give him everything, but I’m still scared it’s not enough.
He captures my weak groan as I clutch him, both of us softening as my pleasure releases, and I come.
“You’re fucking something,” I groan. “Are you going to come like that for Ollie when she slips into full heat?” He doesn’t answer as his head goes slack, tipping forward as he growls lightly.
Even though he isn’t fighting me, he might have already gone into rut again.
“I’m going to keep fucking you until Ollie’s finished preparing her nest. You’ll probably tell me you want her to hurry up, but I think you’re enjoying my cock too much, hm?”
“Fuck you,” he growls.
“That’s right, baby. Just keep hating on me. It’ll make it even better when our omega arrives.”
Ollie
Ihear shouting from Timber’s room the whole time I’m preparing my nest. I thought I’d be thrown off, but hearing Timber cry out one second before they shout and then tumble into moans turns me on so much that I’m yelling at myself to hurry because I have to be with them.
I can’t believe I’m missing out on them fucking because my stupid omega side won’t let me leave my nest alone unless it’s perfect.
So, twenty minutes later, I step back from my fluffy black beanbag chair and the waterfall of pillows and blankets, and it looks exactly the same as I left it. But itfeelsdifferent. And that’s the important thing!
I roll my eyes because their moans have grown quieter, and they might have finished already. Plus, listening to them kept me on the edge of my preheat, so I got all the lovely pain of my cramps without the benefit of seeing my alpha’s cocks.
I’d changed while I arranged things. Well, I say ‘changed’, but I mean I tossed my slick-soaked clothes in exchange for Timber’s shirt barely covering my thighs. I hope they like it.
I bite my lip as I open my bedroom door. The scent of coffee and lavender instantly swirls out from Timber’s room across the hall. My brain is already fuzzy, and I can’t get a hold of myself, but all I need to do at this point is follow the magical whims of my pussy and I’ll be fine.
The low moans and muffled cries gracing my ears almost make me stop. It’s the most gorgeous sound in the world, but I want full HD surround sound. The blend of their pleasure fills me with good ol’ raw desire, and I close my eyes as my body pulses for them.
There’s no way I can just stand there when another flare of heat tears through my body.
I cry out, stumbling forward, my hand hitting his door frame again.
I swear, Kane kicked the door hard enough for it to slam, but there’s a gap there that’s just big enough for me to look through.
The second I get my eye to the peephole, I choke at what’s on the other side.
A whimper bursts from me, and my legs give way as I fall down in a cloud of my heady perfume. Heat explodes through me, sweat beads on my skin, my slick running free as I crouch on the floor.
It’s already freaking oozing from me, but that’s tomorrow’s problem. Because there’s no way I can focus on cleaning up when all I can see is Timber’s huge cock.
They are in the center of the bed, right where I’d ‘taken care’ of myself.
They are on their knees, freaking welded together, but Timber has tipped forward so his elbows are on the duvet. Judging by how gorgeous they both smell, they’ve definitely come since I left them.
