My head drops forward, and Ollie stays with me, pulling me to her lips as Kane teases my ass.
“Timber,” she gasps in my ear. “Timber, I need it harder. Rock against me more.”
“Or he can just sink into you,” Kane said, and I groan as he adds a third finger. The pressure builds in me again, pleasure swirling up as he splits them, and my cock twitches, drawing another moan from me.
I bury my head in Ollie’s neck, licking at her skin to get a hit of her flavor and trying not to come again.
But Kane is too good at this. As I kiss Ollie and watch her melt under me, so sweet it breaks my heart, the asshole alpha behind me thrusts his fingers hard enough that I shake.
I’m dizzy from pleasure, and I want to show Ollie how much she means to me, but he’s not fucking helping.
Ollie and I never break our gazes, and I fall in love with every expression that she makes.
“You’re so stunning,” I groan as I lean in to kiss her again, swelling with love for her, for both of them.
Kane scratches his nails over my back, scoring harsh lines along the ridges of my muscles. I don’t want to crush her, but I can’t hold myself up when they pleasure me like this. He thrusts his fingers at just the right angle to make my hips drop, and her clit rubs against my shaft. And I moan deeply, sharing my pleasure with them.
“Do you want me to fuck you from behind or from underneath?” I growl, and she cries out again.
“Whatever you want, alpha,” she gasps as her back arches. “Just don’t leave me again.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. Guilt slices through me, but I deserve it. I have to show our omega that I’m always going to be hers.
“If we fuck, I want to see your face,” I say, as I stroke matted hair from her sweat-stained forehead and kiss her again.
“There’s no ‘if’ about it. Get your cock in me,” she growls, and Kane chuckles as he moves out from behind us.
I straighten up to give him room. I don’t want him to miss out on Ollie.
Kane instantly goes for the hem of my shirt—hershirt, and she lifts her arms for him. Even though I desperately want to see her naked, she looks so fucking good wearing our colors and my number.
But that’s until Kane drags her shirt over her head, and there are two small clinks as her breasts are freed.
“Oh, sweetness,” Kane sighs as he chucks her shirt into the corner of the bed along with the dish towel. “You shouldn’t have.”
“Do you like them?” she says, lifting her hands to cup her small breasts, her fingers slipping under the emerald teardrop piercings to show them off to us.
In each nipple is a ring like the horseshoe piercing she normally wears on her lip, but the size of the silver-cased jewel hanging down from them must be putting pressure on her nipples as they hang. There’s no way it could be comfortable to carry that extra weight.
Until Kane reaches to take one of the jewels and gently tugs it, and she lets out the softest cry.
He bends over her, blocking my view of her, teasing her breasts while murmuring sweet words and stealing all of her attention.
I know what he’s doing. Because he’s been doing it the whole ten fucking years I’ve known him.
Kane’s favorite game is to piss people off to get them to pay attention to him, and not only is he teasing our omega when she’s already desperate, but he’s waiting for me to react so he can get what he wants as well.
But I’m going to fall for it, because Ollie needs us more than I need my integrity.
I grab his shoulder, tugging him away from her. “Don’t piss off our omega at the start of her heat. I might let you get away with it, but I won’t let you hurt Ollie, especially when I’m just about to fuck her.”
Kane’s face falls, and I jolt, because I never expect him to take me seriously when I tell him to fuck off. But he looks down at Ollie as she groans, obviously waiting for us to get the fuck over ourselves and be there for her like she needs.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he says roughly, leaning down to kiss her. “I just wanted to play with you, but you’ve been so patient.” Kane strokes his face, and immediately becomes five times sexier as the pair of them watch me.
To see Kane actually look remorseful is such a turn on that I need to be even closer to both of them.
“Ready for the main event?” he asks.
