Chapter 24 Timber
Timber
Ihate the way she whimpers because it makes me want to keep kissing her. I need to press my body against her, to pull her into my arms and kiss away her pain.
I don’t want to make her cry, but I can’t stem the anger that’s barreling through me. I’m scared I’ll become violent and hurt her so badly that she’ll never come near me again.
It’s fucking insane because I should just throw her out and stop this.
What am I supposed to do with my anger when every run of my tongue on her skin sparks new life in my taste buds?
I’m shaking with rage and so much fucking lust because holding her like this is everything.
Yet the fear of what comes after this looms over us like a tidal wave, ready to sweep us away and destroy whatever we are to each other.
I need to make it last to keep it away, along with my rut.
Crawling down her body, I push at her shirt, catching sight of a vest around her chest with a zip down the center. I want to stop and investigate, but her slick is calling me. Weeks of fucking longing and I’m nearly there.
Kiss after kiss down to her navel piercing, and I gently tug it between my teeth, drawing another whine from her.
“Timber, you… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but I want you to…” I shudder as my breath sweeps over her pussy. She chokes off, her head flinging back as mine hovers between her thighs.
Her scent. Her goddamn fucking scent that I’ve been hungering for since I first tasted her in the oatmeal. Now I’m trembling like a virgin as the heat from her pussy brushes my lips.
Shifting my weight back, I grip her thighs, my fingers digging into her muscles as I use my thumbs to spread them even further apart.
I don’t want to tell her how fucking gorgeous she looks, her slick shining in the light like it’s asking to be licked up.
I have to keep telling myself she’s the one who did this to me. And there’s more than one way to punish someone who betrays me.
Leaning forward, I press my nose against her pussy, and a jolt runs through my body.
I gasp as pleasure floods me, and lust pulses with it, straight down to my needy fucking cock. My hips jerk, and it’s so intense that I almost come at the pure smell of her.
A snarl rips from me at how much power she has over me. I don’t want to go into rut, but I let my alpha side take over.
Moaning, I tip forward and warmth envelops me as I bury my face in her and lick her from her clit down to her entrance.
Her shouts are louder than my moans, but they’re both as strong as the maple syrup that soaks my tongue and goes to my head.
I lose my balance, my limbs like liquid as I slip, but I don’t let that hold me back. My wide chest hits the tiles and stops my chin from crashing to the floor as I take another lick.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper before I lick her again, and her moans grow louder as her pussy seeps, either from my mouth watering, slick dripping from her, or both.
Another lick, and I growl. Another, and my mind goes blank. All I can feel is my heartbeat and her warm flesh under my tongue, and the only sound is her begging as I thrust my tongue inside her.
“Timber, please! Timber, let me come!”
Why does she have to be the one I love?
My body aches, her sweetness driving me insane as her pussy clenches around my tongue.
I can’t control myself. There’s nothing there to stop me, not when she grips my head and pushes me against her.
She’s the only thing I’ve tasted for years until Kane kissed me, and I don’t want anything to stand in my way as I take what I want from her.
My nose presses against Ollie’s clit as I explore her, along her entrance, searching every area of her. Each dip of my tongue into her bursts with fresh flavor, and every time I tease her clit, sweet cries tumble from her.
“Timber, I need you. Just keep licking me.”
I don’t want to take my lips off her for a second. I’m panting, gasping, my mouth tingling from her taste.
All of this, and I’m still furious. And my desire for her just makes my anger flare more fiercely.
“You’re the one who snuck into my home, Ollie. You’ll do what I fucking say until I’m finished with you.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her blush growing. I hate the sense of pride that fills me that I can make my omega this turned on. All I need to do is hold her gaze as I bend down to lick her clit once, and she collapses back onto the tiles with another shout.
I love the way her hips jerk, thrusting herself into me so I have no choice but to open my mouth.
I suck on her clit, and the scream that tears from her rings in my ears as she calls my name. She grinds her pussy on my face, holding me close, using me for her pleasure.
This isn’t why we ended up on the floor.
Her scream snaps me out of it, and I force myself away from her, my alpha side roaring at me to get back on her and keep making my omega happy. It doesn’t matter how fucking mad I am, or how I can barely see because my mind is blown over how good she tastes.
It’s the fact that Ollie is the one lying under me, reaching for me, her brow furrowing and her pert lips parted, and not the Luke I thought I knew.
“I’m sorry,” she groans as I watch her, my grip tightening on her thighs. “Timber, I’m sorry. You weren’t meant to find out like this.”
“How the fuck was I supposed to find out then? Are you only apologizing after I made you come?” I growl. “You got what you wanted, and now you’re fucking sorry?”
“No!” she gasps, staying where she is, exactly like I told her, even though her thigh muscles spasm under my fingers.
“I promise you, it isn’t like that. I mean it. I never wanted you to find out at all. I didn’t want you to have to go through this.”
“Who the fuck do you think I am?”
“You’re…” Her hurt expression morphs into fear, which stings as harshly as her betrayal. “Timber, we’re…”
“You can’t even say it out loud. Is that how much you hate it? What the hell am I to you?” I spit out the questions as they cut deeper and deeper into me.
I don’t want the Ollie that looks like she’s going to cry with the same ache I’m feeling. I want to make love to her, not have this hurried tryst in my kitchen that reeks of pain and fucking maple syrup.
Scent match or not, why the hell did I fall in love with her, and not any other omega who was after me?
It’s a sheer effort to be so close to her pussy and not taste her again.
My thoughts won’t slow down or connect, so I can talk to her properly.
All I can hear is my alpha side bellowing at me to take care of her, the other side yelling at me to throw her out, and the point in the middle that tells me to punish her by devouring her pussy until she’s begging me to stop.