Chapter 25 Ollie
Ollie
“Timber, please!” I gasp, clutching at his head, but he’s pinned my legs in place.
It doesn’t matter what I do, he just keeps licking.
“Timber, I can’t!” I yell as he runs his tongue over my sensitive clit for the millionth time.
“Timber! Timber, please!” Again and again and again until I’ve slicked so much the sounds he makes as he feasts on me are so loud and hungry that he pushes me toward another orgasm.
A pulse of heat flies through me, twisting with the pain of my pre-heat. If I go into heat now, I’ll go off the rails and say anything Timber wants to hear just so I can ride his knot.
I hate crying; I hate showing anyone this side of me. But it’s so intense, and I’ve waited too long for Timber to see me as his.
“Say it,” he demands before he sucks on my clit and pleasure pierces me. “Tell me the truth. Who am I to you?”
I sob as he keeps licking me, slipping his tongue in my pussy. My mind goes blank as he licks upward before opening me up with his fingers again.
“Ollie,” he snarls, thrusting so hard into me that I shake on the tiles as he hits that perfect sweet spot. I burst out with a cry as a softer orgasm takes me.
“I won’t stop until you tell me the truth,” he says, his breath whispering over my pussy.
His fingers slow as he drags them from me, and my pussy tightens without him. I want to beg him, to ask him to fuck me. He’s watching me, waiting for the answer as his fingertips stroke inside me.
“My alpha,” I whimper as he spreads his tongue and licks from my entrance and over my clit, moaning all the way. “You’re my alpha.”
His eyes shutter closed, and he doesn’t look up, doesn’t say a word. There’s only deep growls rumbling from him as his shoulders heave.
I want him to tell me what he’s thinking, to shout at me, to show me how much I’ve hurt him. Instead, a growl rips from him, and he plunges his fingers back into me.
“Timber!” I scream, shaking under him, digging short nails into his neck as more cries rip from me.
I’m losing my mind. I can’t tell how many times I’ve come, but I’m way past a tally sheet at this point.
My perfume streams from me, and all I can do is submit to him. My preheat cramps fade every time I come, as if he’s pushing it away by finally giving my omega side what it needs.
“Timber,” I cry. My vision goes white as another orgasm burns through me. “Timber, I can’t. I’m going to drown.”
I want to beg him to kiss me. I want to feel his lips on mine again. If there’s one lie I can tell myself tonight, it would be that he doesn’t hate me.
“Why are you complaining? This is what you were after all along, isn’t it?”
I’m not forcing him to go down on me, but the crazed look in his eyes could be the beginning of his rut.
Which just makes me even hotter. If Timber goes into rut right here, there’d be no stopping him. Right now, I’m an omega platter for him to sample. But if he tips over the edge, I’ll be like a bottomless brunch he could pound away at until he’s done.
He’d fuck me into the ground, and perfume spills from me as I imagine it.
“Timber, please… you have to—”
“You think you can’t handle this?” he asks in a voice so thick I shiver. “What about me? What the hell do you think you’ve been doing to me!?”
I gasp as he thrusts again. You’d think my pussy would have grown used to the thickness of his fingers, but every time he draws out, I clench in anticipation. It makes every thrust that much more intense.
He stares at me from between my legs, watching my reactions. I can’t stay focused on him when the pleasure is so wild that I’m going to come again.
I reach out for him, bending my back so I can grasp his wrists as he keeps my legs spread.
“Do you know what I’ve been going through?
” he asks, his voice cracking as he pulls his fingers from me.
“Do you know what it’s like not to scent anything, and then you burst into my life?
” I shudder under him as he lifts his fingers to his lips.
“Ollie…” His voice cracks as his head dips.
“This—you… I thought I was going fucking insane because all I could smell was you, and I couldn’t fucking find you.
” He growls as he runs his fingers over his lips, licking the taste of me from them.
“You’ve been here this whole time, and you didn’t say anything. ”
“I’m sorry, I—”
His gaze shoots up and he thrusts back into me, and my whole body rocks.
“What was your plan here?” he asks, licking at me again as his thrusts grow harder and faster. “Why the hell did you think you could get away with this? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me we were scent matches!?”
On his last snarl, another orgasm rips through me, and I cry out as the pleasure burns into pain. His lips descend onto my clit again, and I call his name because it’s the only thing I can do when he’s taking me like this.
I can’t give him any answers. When I’m laid out under my alpha, none of what I’ve done makes any sense.
I want to hold him, I want to wrap my arms around him, I want to kiss him again so it feels like it means something more than… this…
I don’t notice Timber’s hand sliding up my stomach until my T-shirt bunches under my chin.
He lifts himself up on his knees, his face shining with my slick.
With his lips pressed hard together, and he doesn’t even think about it.
Timber grabs the zip of my chest binder, yanking it down, and I gasp as it falls away, exposing my breasts and the nipple piercings I wore for Kane.
“I fucking knew it,” he murmurs. He softly runs his fingers over the line of my breast, and I whimper at his light stroke. Timber stares at my chest as I pant under him. His gentle touch is so jarring compared to how he’s acted, and I’ve never felt so self-conscious.
Growing up with our grandparents gave me and Luke hard shells, so we could shrug off people who pointed and whispered at us. Especially the ones who shouted outright abuse because they couldn’t tell who or what I was, and Luke for his more feminine style.
Being pinned under Timber as his gaze scours me is totally different. Because I can feel the brush of his breath along with his thumb on my chest as he nudges the gem of the left bar, and I shudder.
His ex-wife was your cliché curvy omega that would have any alpha drooling over her, whereas the silver bars in my nipples are almost as thick as my tits.
“Why the fuck are you wearing pieces of him and not me?” he snaps, and my heart cracks.
“Timber, I’m sorry. Please just let me explain. I only did it because my brother is in—”
“Are you spending your heat with Kane?” he growls as he pinches a bar between his fingers. A low groan pours from me as the tension sets off another round of need in my pussy.
“No!” I choke as he draws his fingers from me, and my scent thickens the air. “No, Timber. I won’t be with him unless I’m with you. I need both of my alphas there. I can’t do it without you.”
“Then why the fuck are they that color?” he asks as he flicks a barbell with his nail.
I gasp at the zap of pleasure and pain as he draws closer to my breasts.
I press my lips closed, looking away from him, because he already knows why.
He swoops down, taking a barbell between his teeth, and sucking me so hard my body jolts.
“Alpha,” I whine, and I buck under him as he sucks. “Alpha, please, I just… Timber, I wanted you first,” I confess. “I matched with you first, Timber.”
I rock my head to look up at him, tears staining my eyes as I gaze at the length of his body, and how hard his cock looks straining under his pants.
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” he shouts as he lifts his head. Until he meets my eyes, and his expression twists from anger to shock. “Ollie… Kane was the one who told me to invite you both. Does he know about this? Does he know that you are pretending to be Luke?”
My heart breaks again as my eyes shutter closed. My silence is enough of an answer.
“How long?” His voice is so fierce that I flinch. “Ollie. You already said that the restaurant that you'd hooked up, so tell me. How long has he known?”
Every word he says makes it harder to speak. My throat dries as the ache spreads through me.
“I’m sorry…”
“Stop apologizing and answer me!” he yells. “Have you both been fucking with me behind my back?”
I wanted to press my hands over my face and hide from him, but I can’t run away from him anymore. “The day after I moved in with you,” I croak.
The snarl that tears from him slices through my heart and bounces around my body as he bites at my nipple. Without his fingers inside me, I’m so desperate that I lift my hips to reach his cock. Even with his pants on, just feeling his hard shaft against my pussy would be enough.
“You’re never getting away from this,” he growls. “I don’t care how much you love Kane. I don’t give a fuck if you only love him. You and he are the only things I can fucking taste, and you’ve ruined everything.”
He lowers his body, and I moan in relief as he presses all of me into the tiles. He’s crushing me, and the huge weight of his body is like a cage, stopping me from escaping from what I’ve done to him. “Timber, I can’t—” I rasp. I’m losing my mind as more coffee floods me.
“You did this, Ollie. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, and now you have to pay me back.” His face hovers over mine, and I need him to kiss me again. I want to hide from the twisted hurt in his gaze.
“You’re going to keep coming until I’ve finished with you. How much slick do you think you can make? How many times do you think you can come until you pass out?”
“Oh my God,” I gasp, trembling under him as he plunges his fingers back into me and thrusts again. It’s not fair how sexy he is when he’s furious. I didn’t think he could speak like this, and it’s driving me wild.
The tiles underneath me heat up as I whimper and moan for him. I can’t get enough of it. I want him so badly that he can fuck my pussy raw if it means he’ll stay close to me like this.
Everything is so rushed that I don’t have time to breathe as I cling to him. My mouth stays open, and I’m crying out, but all I can feel is my pussy and my nipples as he makes me his.
My orgasms are coming so fast that I can’t think. I want to tell him to give me his fucking cock so I can see how much he needs this. He suddenly stops again, a shudder running through him as he goes quiet.
Everything is so intense that I can hear the slightest movement between us. His rustling clothes, the slick sound of my pussy as his fingers leave me again, and my struggling breaths.
The tension rises as he lifts his head. “I really thought something was happening here,” he says, his voice laced with pain. “With Luke, with Ollie, with whoever the fuck you are.”
I lift myself up on my elbows so I can look at him, even though it’s killing me to even move.
“Whether I’m Ollie or Luke, I’m still the same person, Timber. I’m the one who scent matched with you. Who loves you.”
He snarls as he drops back down to suck at my nipple piercings again, like he’s saying he doesn’t believe me.
If I could just take him upstairs, if I could show him my nest, then he'd see. Or if I could kiss him again and tell him how deeply I’ve fallen for him since I arrived, maybe that could make it all better.
My nipples ache as he swaps between them. My cries bounce around the kitchen that had become my sanctuary in the past month as I ‘serviced’ him.
“Timber—Alpha—” I gasp as I run my fingers over his ears, and my palms press against his cheeks. I make him lift his head, and every breath is a growl as I tremble under his huge body.
“Timber, I love you.” Nerves tear through me as I push the words out. I can barely hear myself because it’s so terrifying to say it out loud. Admitting it here means that I can’t escape. I won’t be able to make the clean break I need. But I have to tell him.
His eyes grow hazy, and, no matter how on board my omega side is with Timber going into rut, I’m sure he’d be even angrier when he came out of it.
“I love you, Timber,” I cry, my heart in my throat. I’ve never felt so exposed.
The air is thick around us, and he pulls himself out of my grip as his face twists back into the scowl I first fell in love with.
His head falls; his nose presses against my breastbone. I flinch as his tongue licks at my skin, and he groans, “Why do you have to be so fucking sweet?”
His chest presses against my stomach, my thighs clench against his waist as he nuzzles my breasts.
“Tell me again,” he chokes out as his weight pins me to the floor.
My voice caught in my throat, and I can’t move.
“Please, Ollie,” he murmurs as he turns his head so he can suck at the soft skin of my breast. It stings, but I want him to leave his mark there so I know this isn’t just a fever dream caused by my preheat. “This isn’t enough. Please. I need more reasons to hate you.”
I want to stay still, like an animal trapped by a predator. If I don’t move, it’ll be okay. But I’ve always been crap at following my own rules, and my hands tremble around his ears as I speak again.
“What… what are you talking about?”
He nudges my breast, his head growing heavier as if he’s pressing himself right against my racing heart.
“Hiding you’re an omega isn’t enough,” he says, his jaw gritting as he inhales.
“Lying about who you really are isn’t enough.
” His hand runs up my thigh to cup my waist and hold me closer.
“I hate that Kane knows this side of you, but I know more about you than he ever could. So please, Ollie,” his groan echoes through me.
“Do something to make me push you away.”
“Timber…”
He lifts himself up, meeting me with a gaze that shatters me. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t stop this. No matter how much I tell myself this is a bad idea, there’s nothing holding me back now that he knows the truth.
I reach out for him, and he clasps my hand. Pain burns in his scent as he pulls my palm to his lips. “Just hurt me, Ollie. Because right now, nothing can stop me loving you.”
I curl my hand into a fist, purrs rumbling from me as he bites at me, his teeth scraping my knuckles until he kisses them. His grip tightens, and guilt burns even fiercer in me as I wrap one arm around his shoulder and lift myself up to him.
“What if I say no?” I whisper and shiver as another growl tears from him, and he lunges for my lips.