“Timber,” Ollie whispers as she rolls her hips, grinding against me. Her soft voice is enough to tell me she wants it as well.
I drop to my elbows, and the binding around my neck tightens. But I’d rather choke than not take her lips, kissing her with her gentle moans as my reward. She writhes under me as my heart cracks open, spilling out as she brings her arms up to wrap around my shoulders.
And relief floods me as I come home to my omega.
“Are you in heat?” I ask hoarsely, circling my hips so I can spread my scent over her.
“What do you think, Timber Holtz?” she answers, biting her goddamn lip, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
How did I not realize she and my Luke were the same person when everything about them was the fucking same? Even the way they said my name was identical. The only difference between the omega lying under me and the one that stuck his pierced tongue out the first time he entered my house is the pitch of her voice.
“I think my omega has been waiting too long for her alpha to wake the fuck up and apologize for leaving them alone for so long. And now’s the perfect time to do it.”
Ollie sucks in a breath, and the hurt that fills her gaze makes me falter. I thought we were going to go for it, that we’d finally make love instead of hurting each other.
She asked me earlier why I looked at her with fear because I was so scared of hurting her, but now I want to know why my love makes her look like she’s going to cry.
Even though the scent of her heat is so potent that I could dive into her pussy and keep licking until the world ends, I still want to take care of her.
“Why are you making that expression?” I ask softly, shifting my weight to one hand so I can cup her cheek with my other. “What can I do to help?”
I’m terrified she’s going to tell me to stop. She’s an omega in heat, and I’m an alpha just out of rut. There’s no way she’ll say no. But I don’t want to make love to Ollie like that. I want to make up for the weeks of aching she must have endured because my head was so far up my ass that I couldn’t just tell her, or ‘Luke’, how I felt.
“Fuck me,” she says bluntly, and my heart jumps. “You want to fix it? Give me your cock as compensation.”
“Compensation…” I echo, and Kane chuckles behind us. “What if I go into rut and hurt you again? Or scare you?”
“Timber,” she hums. “Look at where we are. Do you honestly think I’d let you this close to me if I was scared of you?”
“But, I—”
She grabs my shirt and yanks me forward with fire in her eyes. “You don’t even know how I like to be fucked,” she growls against my lips. “But you and Kane seem to looove gatekeeping your cocks.”
My gaze darkens, because even hearing the word ‘cock’ from her pink lips sets me off.
“Are you going to make me wait any longer for you,alpha?” Her smile is so sultry that I’ll do anything she asks.
It doesn’t banish the guilt, but I believe her when she whines, and the scent of her slick thickens the air again.
Ollie needs her alphas, and I can’t stay away. So I launch myself back into her, grinding my cock, licking at her tongue, groaning against her. All I want to do is pleasure her.
She bites at me, sucks on me, moaning as I explore every inch of her maple syrup goodness. I flick her piercing with the tip of my tongue, licking around her mouth, realizing how much I can fill her. She’s so small, and our kisses are so messy, but it means everything when she’s soft for me.
“Timber, please,” she gasps, looking up at me like her world is collapsing. It’s like she can’t breathe without me.
I want to be her air, her fucking blood. I want to be inside her, and have her fill me so that we’re blended so finely together that we can’t tell where we start and end.
And the only thing missing is Kane, who’s still hovering behind me.
She draws in another ragged breath. “Give me more,” she cries against my lips, and another wave of sweetness swells around us.
“Timber,” she whimpers as I circle my hips, matching the way she rocks her body. “Timber, I’m so hot.”
“Do you want to come?” I ask carefully.
“What do you think?” Kane asks, finally popping over my shoulder. I groan as he runs his hands down my back. “Do you want to come for us, sweetness? Because the best way will be if Timber fucks you,” he hums. Ollie doesn’t see the way his palm presses against my tailbone, and he dips his fingers into my ass again.
I know exactly what kind of shit-eating grin Kane wears as I shudder and grind back onto his fingers. I don’t want it to feel so fucking good, but he knows exactly where to press to get me to tremble for him.
