Chapter 12
Kane
I’m going mad, my mind spinning with all the possible ways that Timber could have gotten her slick on a fucking dish towel.
I only came here because I wanted to bug Timber about meeting Ollie again, but that’s all out of the window. If Timber’s gone so far that he’s absolutely covered in her slick, then I’m falling behind.
My brain isn’t working, and I’m not thinking about how we’ve just spent the entire day at the rink together, and that I would have smelled it on him or scented her at any point before this.
All I can think about is the cries and screams Ollie would make as Timber fucks her. And I need that more than I need to breathe in his coffee mixed with her sweetness.
My alpha side is here with a vengeance, and I want to take it out on Timber for making love to her without me. I held myself back with her at the hospital, but he took her all for himself.
I was so sure she wouldn’t tell him who she really was unless it was serious. So why did Timber have this towel?
“Where did you see her? Is she still here?” I growl as I grip his cock, crazy over the way my bites appear on his skin as red marks, just like they did with Ollie.
My eyes roll as he desperately drags me into another kiss. I swallow his sounds of pleasure like they’re an elixir. All it takes is a few licks and kisses to get him to melt for me like butter.
And it’s so worth it.
Lightning zips through my body as Timber's coffee sinks into my veins. No wonder the guys take hits off him all the time. He’s like a pure energy machine.
If he ever unleashes himself on Ollie, she’ll be in heaven.
He gasps as he kisses me like he can’t control himself either, running his tongue over mine, drinking me up. It’s like he’s so focused on tasting me, he doesn’t even care about kissing, and I can’t have that.
Timber’s hips buckle instantly as I stroke his hot length again, and he thrusts into my hand. He breaks the kiss, groaning as his fingers dent my arm.
“Can you taste me, baby?” I ask. “You and Ollie are the best combination of bitter and sweet, but don’t leave me out.”
His huge chest swells as he pants, and his hard nipples press against me through his thin shirt.
“I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen Ollie.”
“Is it Luke then? Is he the one who smells like my omega?” A moan rumbles low in my throat as I get another hit off the towel. “You won’t let me meet him because you know I’ll give it to him properly.”
Timber growls, but I cut him off with another kiss as he tries to rage at me.
He has no idea what it’s like. I keep my moans silent as anger burns through me at how he’s treated our omega.
I want him to realize who Ollie actually is, but if he hasn’t made the connection yet, pissing him off like I always do is the next best thing.
“Luke must be so horny that he’s stroking himself every night when you’re asleep. What do you think, huh? You’re lying there snoring away, and he’s in his nest, whimpering and whining because he needs an alpha to come and take care of him.”
The snarl that rips from Timber is so fierce that if I hadn’t stroked his cock in just that second, he would have torn my head off.
Kisses are the answer to keeping him tame, and one deep moan later, Timber has softened for me again.
It’s a magic spell that makes the guy who has nothing but years’ worth of resentment for me dissolve in my arms.
“You already know he’s an omega?” Timber chokes out, his eyes wide.
“Why do you think I’m so addicted to your lunch box? I’m not the kind of guy to go drooling after snacks unless there’s something in it for me.”
“You fucker. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he rasps as he struggles against me. “You should have—”
“There’s nothing I should have done! You’ve kept my omega all to yourself, and I’ve had to make do with fucking scraps!” I snarl, shaking the dishcloth at him as I speed up my strokes. I rub him faster, dragging out more gasps and moans from him so he can’t ask me why I kept it a secret.
In the back of my head, I know it’s exactly how his ex-wife manipulated him. Using sex to get him to control him could have dire consequences. But we’re going to have a serious conversation about it in the future.
“Did you make him come, Timber? Is that how you got this towel?” He spits out a harsh chuckle. “I bet I can give it to him better. How do you think Luke will act if I show you both how it’s really done?”
I want Timber to flip, to throw a punch and stop me, because just scenting them together is enough to drive me toward a rut. Instead, Timber shudders and groans from my strokes.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you like the idea of both of us fucking our omega?”
He fights me again, but I keep rubbing his cock as I pull him back into the kiss. Each time I sweep my tongue over his, he softens just a little bit further and clings harder onto me.
“Kane,” he gasps. “Kane, I—You’re—You need to stop.”
I can’t. Not when I kiss his chin again, tasting our omega’s pleasure blended with the sweat on his skin.
He doesn’t deny it. He knows Luke—Ollie—whatever he wants to call her… he knows she’s mine as well.
“Make me,” I challenge. “Push me off, Timber. Stop me. Come on, I know you can.”
His chest heaves as he takes deeper breaths. It’s when he licks his lips that I know there’s absolutely no way he’s going to stop me now.
I run kisses up the line of his jaw, and he moans again. It’s just perfect. Everything about him is fucking perfect.
I’ll bite Timber, I’ll sink my teeth and cock into Ollie, and we’ll pack up whether he wants it or not.
I keep telling them I’ll wait for them, that I’ll be a good boy, and I’ve already promised them I’ll be the best alpha I can be.
Part of that is making sure my mates are happy, which will only happen if we’re a pack.
I’ll push them any way I can. Timber can keep beating me up forever if he wants to, but I’m not letting him escape this anymore.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” I ask as I rub along his cock. “Because you can taste me, can’t you? I can feel how much your mouth is watering. Even if you’re acting like this, don’t you want to taste me more?”
“Kane,” he growls in a way that makes my cock even harder. “What the hell are you doing?” I squeeze him, and he jolts as I stroke again.
“Do you remember what I taste like?”
“How the fuck would I remember that?” he gasps as I brush my thumb over the tip. His hands land on my shoulders, and he almost whimpers, just like Ollie did when I buried my cum inside her.
“Liar.” I chuckle. “You can taste me. You don’t remember the first time we kissed, do you? I know you don’t, but I’ve wanted to ask you for so long.”
“Stop talking shit and kiss me,” Timber demands, and I can’t say no.
I want to remind him of the time when we were drunk, and he was heartbroken while I was horny. But I can’t keep away from him when he looks at me so needily.
My cock is already free, and it’s so easy to press against him as we kiss. Groans fall from us both as I wrap my hand around us, bringing our cocks together, and pleasure burns through me.
I love that I can’t get my hand around us. He’s already shuddering under me as soon as I palm our cockheads, and both of us moan.
I can’t focus on stroking us with one hand, grasping the dish towel in the other, and kissing him at the same time. Especially when his high gasps as my hand speeds up with messy strokes steal all of my attention.
I want to make him come more than I need to taste him, so I break the kiss, finding my rhythm as I watch him bend for me.
“Say it, baby.” I lightly bite at his neck. “Tell me you can scent me. Tell me I’m the only alpha you can smell.”
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he thrusts into my hand as I lick at the mark before biting at him again.
I want him to bite me back. Not just the light bites I’m giving him so I can find out where he’s rubbed Ollie’s slick. But something where he sinks his teeth into me and I become his.
My eyes close as I take a deep inhale, the buzz of his coffee singing in me.
“Kane,” he whispers, rubbing his nose into my neck before his tongue darts out to lick me. “Kane.” Another lick before he wraps his lips around my shoulder, and sucks.
I shiver as he marks me. Even if he’s just taken away by the madness of the taste of our omega and the scents, it means so much. I want Ollie to see it. I want her to know how her alphas feel about each other—and her.
“Kane.” He grips me even harder, and power rushes through me as he gives in to me, thrusting his hips and grinding his cock against mine. “Don’t stop,” he groans again. “Keep stroking us. I want to come.”
“Have you always sounded so desperate? It’s like you can’t get enough of me, and I’ve barely touched you.”
I drop a kiss under his ear. “Is it really that good?” I murmur. “Do you like my scent that much?”
“It’s because it’s yours,” he rasps, and I lose it.
I can’t hold myself together when he says something like that. My head falls forward against his shoulder, and I shake.
I nearly whine as Timber sucks on my skin. I want to act like I’m in charge and I know what the hell I’m doing, but I’ve turned pathetic again. Ollie and Timber make me utterly weak, and they’re both so amazing that I can’t handle it.
Our bodies are big enough to support each other as I keep Timber pressed against the wall, making sure we can’t slip. If I get him on his back, I’m going to go crazy and fuck him right here behind the rink, and then we’ll both be screwed.