My fingers speed up, and I cry against his cock as my pleasure flares. Heat tears through my body, suddenly flaring like araging bushfire as my body spasms and I finally give in after a month of fighting.
My orgasm bursts so hard that slick floods around my fingers. My moans are muffled by his cum, and I choke in pleasure as my heat kick starts, and I lose control.
This can’t be happening so fast. There’s no way I should go into heat right away.
But the cramps are gone, and this burning need is growing so fiercely inside me I whine deeply as it takes me.
I put my heat off for too long and thought I could keep suppressing it until I was ready, and now I’m sucking at Timber’s cock like it’s an oxygen mask because I’m plummeting.
I can’t stand it. I need them. I have to have them inside me, or I’m going to lose my mind. I need to move, but I’m gasping, moaning, and begging for one thing: their knots.
Timber
Ican’t deal with this. Everything is so intense, and every sensation is an overload.
The rut is too much, and I usually need to rest after I lose myself. But every smooth fucking slide of Kane’s cock into my ass drives me into madness again.
It was too good the first time, and I hoped he’d stop there. But there’s no way he would, because I wouldn’t have. He keeps changing his rhythm, speeding up when Ollie doesn’t touch me, and slowing down whenever she’s close.
The pleasure is killing me, and he won’t let me go. My arms are numb, and my throat aches, but whenever Kane tugs on the scarves, he thrusts harder, and everything fades into white light and pleasure.
I’ve never felt so whole and loved. And it’s freaking me the fuck out because they aren’t holding back, and I still want to hide. I feel like I’m letting them down by not giving them everything, but my heart clenches with fear and hurt even though pleasure has taken me over.
Kane’s acting like I’m out of control, that I’m still crazy in my rut, but it’s her.
Ollie’s wicked smile and her small hands on my cock and my fucking shirt sticking to her hot body are too addictive.
I don’t know where the hell she got it, but I didn’t give it to her. And the fact that she must have plucked it from her nest before she joined us just makes it even sexier. How long has she been sneaking away pieces of me to keep?
She’s always needed me, and I’ve just been too blind to see it.
It’s the way she shudders every time she tastes me; it’s how easily she opens herself up after I was so rough with her. She’s so fucking precious, and she looked at me and Kane like we’re everything before she started working my dick.
Her legs are spread, and her slick smells so good. There’s nothing else here apart from Kane’s cock, her tongue, and the scent that streams from her, which is so intoxicating that she must be in heat. No matter how many times I’ve smelled her ripe maple syrup, it’s never been this strong.
It’s been too long since I’ve been with my scent match in heat. If a single video of her fucking herself on my bed can send meinto rut, what would happen as soon as I look at her face covered in my cum?
“Kane!” I snarl. “Get these fucking things off me! I need to hold our omega!”
She’s already sliding out from underneath me, and I need to be closer to her. I have to feel her warmth against me before I lose it again. I want to make sure she knows I’m completely hers.
“Well, since you’ve been so good,” he hums.
“It’s not about me being fucking—” But he thrusts his hips again, and I choke out as his cock fills me. I shudder against him as my legs relax and I stop struggling.
It’s like he’s found my switch, because every time he surges into me, pleasure messes with my head, and my body answers him. Instead of snarling, I moan, and it takes effort to remember I’m angry at him. I’m so sensitive from coming that every thrust feels ten times more intense. If he wasn’t holding my arms up, I would have fallen forward and begged him for more. Then I can catch Ollie in this position and bury my tongue in her pussy.
I’m aching from the inside out, spasming, shaking, fucking gasping because I need them both so badly.
Kane’s unwinding the restraints on my arms so slowly it’s killing me. I don’t care about the tightness on my neck. Because as soon as the bindings are loose enough, I tear apart my arms and grab my omega by the hips.
Ollie’s coughing, wiping the back of her mouth with her forearm, and she doesn’t expect me to spin her so quickly. She gasps as I lean over her, positioning her head under mine, and making sure to line my cock up with her pussy.
“Timber, what—” she cries out as I suddenly pull her legs apart, pressing them to either side of my hips so I can throw myself forward. Kane’s cock slips from my ass, and we both groan at the release of pressure.
I don’t have a chance to miss him because I’m suddenly above her on all fours, my hands by her shoulders, my cock ready for her. Ollie looks up at me with heat-filled eyes, her mouth glistening with my cum. We both wait to see what the other will do, but it seems I’m not as patient as she is.
I lower my hips, pressing my cock against her mound, and she moans along with me.
