Chapter 33 - Ollie
Ollie
Istare in the mirror, trying to sort myself out. I don’t know if I can be around Timber again without bursting out about how good he smells.
There’s a party going on in my pants, and only two alphas are invited.
I shouldn’t have acted like that. Ash looked like a genuinely nice person, but when we arrived, Timber was smiling. He actually smiled with softness in his eyes as they chatted like normal people on a normal date, and I nearly lost it.
When Kane muttered, “Well, this is new.” I knew exactly what he meant.
As Kane led us toward Timber’s table, I realized that Kane had set us up, but I couldn’t react because I was so stunned that Timber didn’t look tense and angry.
This could be my chance to get close to Timber without being tied down by my lie. But it won’t work if I keep acting like a bitch.
I’m trying to tell myself that being with Timber as ‘Ollie’ will make everything worse in the end, but my omega side isn’t listening. How the hell am I supposed to control myself when my alphas are together, and Kane is winding me up?
I’m almost panting from being around those two. I forced myself to stay seated and hoped I could keep my shit together, but Timber’s intensity when he invited me to his house was too much.
No person can stay sane when their crush acts like that.
I need to keep my shit together. It doesn’t matter how Kane teased and flirted at the table to help me relax.
I’m still angry at him for dangling me in front of Timber like that without warning.
Timber told me before he left the house that he was going on a date, and that had shaken me up already.
Even though I hadn’t told him I was doing the same thing.
But I didn’t expect him to be at the same restaurant.
And the way he looked at me…
I shiver with another wave of longing.
My nipple piercings are back in for the date because I want Kane to see them. I can’t wear piercings when I bind my breasts because it’s so uncomfortable. I’m so aware of the little bars with amethyst jewels on either end now that they’ve sent my wily old desires into overdrive.
It’s a shame I won’t be able to show them to Timber tonight as well.
I shake my head. I can’t do that. I thought it was going to be a fun night where I was out in disguise like a super sleuth (who also wants to bang the guy she’s sleuthing). But I can’t handle Timber when his scent grows stronger the longer I’m with him.
Kane’s lavender has already made me dizzy, but my body is hungry for more.
I clear my throat as I straighten up, examining myself in the mirror again. I have to keep telling myself I can get away with this. With Luke’s wig, Noa’s dress, and my confidence, there’s nothing stopping me from walking straight back out there and pretending everything is a-okay.
Until I leave the bathroom, to find the huge hockey player I’ve been drooling over for weeks leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. And he’s wearing the dark scowl that plagues my horny daydreams.
“Ollie,” he says my name so roughly that my pussy pulses.
I sweep my hair over my shoulder, keeping my head high. “That’s my name, try not to wear it out.”
He jolts as I chuckle and walk toward him, praying to the God of Vertical Axis that I don’t trip on my heels and faceplant as I try to do a sexy walk.
My poor omega side can’t take it now that we’re alone. It’s not like it’s any different from being in his house, except that I’m here with Kane.
There’s no getting out of this one when my alpha is practically radiating hotness, which oozes into my body and swirls around my core.
I fold my arms as I stop in front of him. And wow, does it send a bolt of need through my body as I tilt my head back. When I’m ‘Luke’, I puff myself up to seem like a big man. As a little omega, I have room to play around with Timber, which is exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.
“My brother says you can’t scent people,” I hum, taking a stupid risk. “He says you can’t taste anything either,” I lean forward, making sure we don’t touch. I don’t know how far I can go before I lose it.
“What else did he tell you about me?” he says, his eyes flashing with the heat I’ve been hoping for.
“Well, he said something along the lines that you wouldn’t be able to scent me even if I perfume for you.”
The low growl that rumbles from him sets my needy levels to max. He turns, pushing off the wall to stand in front of me, even taller than before.
“Are you perfuming now?” he asks.
With my heart in my throat, I shake my head, wondering if I should go for it. Yeah, he’s so much older than me, and maybe he just thinks I’m hot, but that’s enough, isn’t it? If Luke and I do get away with our lie, he’ll never really know.
It’s not like I’m some psycho who goes crazy as soon as someone gives me more attention… right?
“No,” I reply, my heart in my throat. “But you could always try something to make me perfume. Then we can see how bad your sense of smell really is.”
Part of me, the sane part, hopes he’ll reject me, and then we can be done with it.
I’ll know for sure how he feels, and then I can go back to being ‘Luke’, and we won’t have to worry about any mix-ups.
I’ll come off my suppressants and have my heat when they’re away.
I’ll carry on being his employee, and then I’ll leave the job when the season is over, and Marilyn decides he’s healthy enough that she’s satisfied.
He lifts his hand, and I nearly moan as he runs the back of his nails over my collarbone, leading to my shoulder.
Holy fuck, his hands are soft. Are hockey players supposed to have soft hands?
His hands tremble along with my heart, and my eyes flutter as sparks dance over my skin. I arch my neck as he runs them up to my ear so agonizingly slowly that my lips part in a stuttering breath.
“Is it okay to say ‘more’ to a guy you’ve just met?” I ask huskily, and my grin is clear in my voice.
He doesn’t answer, and his energy shifts. If he was a wall before, he’s become an entire fortress, ready to trap me as his giant hand wrings my neck.
I have no idea where he’s going, and I jump as his thumb ever so gently caresses the front of my throat.
And then I really moan.
My eyes shoot open to find him staring so intently I reach out, placing my hand on his chest. His heart races under my palm, and my knees go weak, because I’ve been waiting for this forever.
I can already feel my slick escaping. And I was doing such a good job of holding myself back at the table, as well.
With another long stroke from my chin to my collarbones, my eyes roll, and my fingers bunch on his tight shirt.
I’m going to punch my dealer’s lights out the next time I see him. New batch of suppressants my ass.
I took an extra one before I came to dinner because I was sure that Kane was going to try something. But since I know Timber can taste my slick, it would be worth testing my limits—for science.
So, I lift my chin. “Aren’t you going to ask me if it worked?
” I say as his thumb presses firmly against the dip in my collarbone, next to the purple pendant that Kane gave me before we entered the restaurant.
The line of my dress hides my breasts, but it won’t take much for him to pull it down to expose my nipples.
I wish he could scent me. I just need him to touch me more. To mold his body against mine, to feel his weight on me, to show me how much he wants me, if he actually wants me.
“Ask me, Timber,” I say, my voice low and thick with desire.
He runs his tongue over his lips, and he’s staring straight at mine.
“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs as he draws even closer, and I light up instantly. Need and excitement rush through me as I reply.
“That wasn’t what I was expecting. Do you really want me to perfume that badly?”
His thumb leaves my throat to grip the back of my neck, and the pressure of his fingertips holds me in place.
“I want to kiss you so badly. And I want to see if I’m right.” His trembling hands turn to shakes, and the tension breaks between us as I rise onto my tiptoes, meeting him halfway.
“Right about what?” I ask breathlessly.
He crashes forward, and coffee explodes in my mouth as we kiss. My whine blends with his moan as he brings his arm around my back, and I fling mine around his neck. I whimper at finally feeling him after so many weeks of craving.
He moans again, and I hungrily lap it up. I need him so badly that I groan as his tongue sweeps over mine.
I’m the sweetness to his bitterness. I love it so much I roll my hips against him, grinding, moaning, grasping tightly so I can lift myself higher to press against his cock. And he answers by sweeping his hand down to cup my ass.
“Fuck!” I gasp against his lips as heat burns through me. After all that hesitating around me, I never thought he could be so confident.
His kisses grow deeper, more frantic, sucking up every last inch of me as my maple syrup vanishes from my mouth and all that’s left is him.
There’s a clatter behind me, and I jolt back. But he holds me too tightly, and he growls, his fingers digging deeper into my ass as I try to lower back to my feet.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
And if that’s not the sexiest thing someone’s ever said to me, I don’t know what is.
I told Kane I didn’t want to be caught with him in an empty corridor in a hospital, so why the hell do I keep doing things like this?
“Someone could see us,” I whisper.
And Timber’s answer? He spins me, crushing me up against the wall. I let out the deepest groan ever as his thick body pushes all the air from mine. He kisses me and holds me close until the only way I can breathe is to inhale his hot breath again and again until my head is spinning with his taste.
I’m half his size, and I feel like I’m a ship caught in a storm, holding on for dear life as he rocks against me.
I worry that the filler hiding my lip piercing is going to come free, but my care is wiped away when Timber runs his other hand along my thigh to lift it up. My knee bends, my legs part, and Timber uses my ass to hoist me those extra few inches, all so he can grind his cock against my pussy.
With my knee against his hip, I don’t need to worry about how I’ll balance on one foot, because he’ll catch me however I might fall.
I have to kiss him harder to keep myself quiet. My nails dig into his neck as I nibble his lip and moan and do everything to show my alpha I need more.
I don’t like feeling like an omega. I’ve wanted to be neutral ever since we escaped our grandparents, sitting at the exact center of the scale, so I can hover in the space where I don’t need to be defined by my gender or designation.
But he’s making me feel like an omega. His omega.
There’s nothing else I need apart from Timber’s lips, and the lavender-scented alpha that’s sure to be waiting for us with that grin of his.
Timber’s scent blasts through any defense I have. I can’t stop my perfume or my slick. Every single longing that’s been building up since I’d moved in with him is finally answered as heat and need flare in my body.
“Can you smell it yet?” I gasp as I break the kiss to suck in air. I’m trapped against the wall, and he’s pressing so hard against me that all I can do is angle my hips and thank Noa for the thick velvet dress that no cock can get through. Probably.
His grip on my thigh tightens as he spreads my legs wider, and he watches me melt as he grinds his hips.
I swear to whichever fucking God is listening, if I go into heat now, I’m boarding the next rocket to space and never coming back.
I wait for him to kiss me again. But he doesn’t take my mouth. He licks at my cheeks, kisses my eyebrow, runs his lips down my nose until he’s scent marked me to the point where maple syrup is just a memory.
“I’m so high on your taste I don’t know what’s perfume and what’s coming from your skin,” he murmurs as he places a tender kiss on my chin, and I lean back to meet his hazy eyes.
“What about my slick?” I groan, my lips tingling from his kisses. His pupils pulse; the smallest green dashes among his dark blue irises are like shards of light as a growl rumbles from him.
I laugh as I lean up to him, nudging his nose with mine.
“I’m asking you, Timber Holtz. Can you smell my slick?”