Chapter 34 - Timber

Timber

She’s so small. If she’s Luke’s twin, then of course she’s the same size as him. She fits into my arms so perfectly that I can definitely take her home. My car is in the lot, and the tinted windows would be enough to hide her if we can’t make it that far.

Because I’m going insane. I can’t stay in this restaurant where there are other alphas when I feel like I’m going to go into rut as soon as I lift her dress.

The scent of her slick is intoxicating, and her kisses rush straight to my head.

My mind is blank because all I can taste is maple syrup.

I can’t stop and ask her why her scent and taste are the same as her brother’s.

All there is is Ollie’s whines and her shaking body as she holds on for dear life.

The only way I can describe my kisses is plundering. She’s given up trying to take control, and she lets me rut my hips against her like the same animal I was when I first tasted the oatmeal.

Her body is so light, and I could easily lift her other thigh and get her to wrap her legs around my hips so I can slide deep inside her.

She has to feel my cock against her; she has to know how much I want her. And I can’t stop wondering if these are the noises Luke would make if I kissed him like this.

It’s clear how messed up I am to want both siblings and compare her non-stop to her brother. Though I’ve never had the chance to feel him so passionately like this.

Because doesn’t Luke taste like this as well? Will the scent of maple syrup drip around us if I wind him up until he comes for me?

Male omegas slick from their ass and females from their pussy. But either way, I just want to be inside them, connect to them, and watch them dissolve in pleasure because of me.

I groan loudly as I nibble her lip and maple brushes the tip of my tongue, proving again that she’s my match.

If I hadn’t heard the chatter behind us, I would have already torn off her dress and fucked her against the wall.

There’s just a little whisper at the back of my head.

Reminding me of what my ex-wife did, of how I can’t fall for Ollie’s tricks.

I was the one who followed her to the bathroom, but she’s the one who hit on me.

She showed her possessive side at the table, which should be enough to stop me.

We don’t need to take it this far, and she doesn’t need to throw her head back and expose her neck to me like she’s asking for a bite.

I tell myself I don’t have to swoop down and kiss her throat or press my chin into her dress so I could push aside the fucking amethyst pendant around her neck, to lick her breastbone, and taste the sweetness of her skin.

But that’s all a lie.

She rolls her shoulders back, spreading open her chest, and I know I can bury my face in her small breasts and she won’t resist. She’s not even wearing a bra.

“Timber,” she whimpers as I suck on her skin, running kisses back up to her shoulder. I bite her softly, showing I could sink my teeth into her and seal the deal.

Fuck the scent match, fuck her being my omega, fuck all of this shit. I know I’ll regret it, but I know she’s my mate. I knew as soon as I tasted her that I’m her alpha, and nothing will change that.

My feelings for Luke are beating from me and transferring to her. I can’t fucking stop it, but she’s mine as much as he is.

I’m yelling at myself not to do it, but my alpha side has taken over. I squeeze her thigh, running my hand down to her knee to lift her leg higher.

“I need you to stay spread so you can feel more of my cock,” I say gruffly.

“Timber,” she gasps as her nails scratch at me. Painted just like her brothers, and another image of him floats through my mind as she cries for me again.

“Oh God, Timber.” Her eyes shoot open, and I swear I see fear mixed with her desire.

When I met my ex-wife, I wanted to bite her so quickly that it was barely a week before we bonded. With Luke, I feel like he’s settled in perfectly in my home, even though he should never have entered it.

Now I’m standing here, rubbing my face into an omega I’ve just met—his twin sister—drunk on her because she’s fucking mine.

It’s her. It’s her scent. It’s her fucking taste. I can’t fucking think because it’s so addictive, and I need to get the fuck away from her.

But every time I move, it’s to press closer to her and growl her name as she whimpers for me.

Kane was right all along. I needed to meet her. If she’s scent matched with him, then I’ll give in. Wherever Luke is in all of this, we can make it work.

Even if I never tell Luke or Kane how I really feel about them, I’ll stay silent as long as I can keep tasting her until the end of time.

Her chest rises and falls as she pants desperately. I release her ass and thighs, lowering her so I can pin her more tightly against the wall. She groans, and I hope it’s a complaint that her alpha has stopped kissing her, even if it is only for a second.

But now I can run my hands up her arms and push at the wide fabric covering her biceps.

First her breasts, then her pussy. I’ll take her to a hotel so we don’t disturb Luke at home, and I’ll explore every inch of her until we’re both sated.

Her eyes glaze over, her red lipstick smudged from my kisses, but I focus on the pink marks covering her chest that show the path of my lips. A deep scent swirls up from between us, and I growl in approval.

Tucking my hands under her sleeves, my thumbs sweep the sides of her breasts. She jolts, gasps, and I’m seconds from asking her if she’s ready for my cock when someone clears their throat beside us.

We break the kiss, eyes wide, and come face-to-face with the fucking alpha who started this all.

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