Chapter 39 - Kane
Kane
Asnarl tears from Timber, but I don’t give a shit anymore.
Ollie is right next door in her nest, and we can’t go in without her permission.
The look of distrust that crossed her face for a brief second when she thought about inviting us in before she went back to a horny smile is enough to pierce my heart.
What can we do to make her trust us again? Why doesn’t anything I do work?
I keep screwing it up while pretending it’s all okay, and all I want to do is hold and love her.
I yank on the scarves as I pull Timber over to the bed.
The coffee scent in his room blended with her perfume is so electric that a surge of energy goes through me. I thought the scent coming off him when he’s in rut is strong, but it’s nothing compared to his room.
He struggles and fights me constantly, but as long as I hold tight to my new reins, I can keep him under control.
“Get these fucking things off me!” he yells as I wrangle him. I’m basically a rhinestone cowboy at this point.
“Yes, yes. And what will you do if I take them off while you’re in rut?” I ask. “Are you going to storm into Ollie’s nest and fuck her as she is?”
“She’s my omega!”
“And she’s fucking mine as well!” I shout back as I pull at the scarves so hard that he falls onto the bed chest first. “It doesn’t matter how much she stares at you and loves you.
She’s my scent match, too! And we’ve both fucked up so badly that you need to come back to us so we can treat her right. ”
I’m getting too taken over by his scent. Every breath fires me up, my heart beating faster, my inhibitions bursting through. The parts of me I tightly control because I don’t want my mates to see this ugly, jealous side of me.
“If I stopped trying to force you two together and you stopped being so fucking stubborn, then we could actually be a pack instead of this shit!”
He snarls, his ass bobbing as I tie the scarves to the bars of the wooden headboard. I don’t want to have to ride him like a bucking bronco, but I won’t say no, either.
This is obviously where Ollie was enjoying herself, even if the bedsheets have changed from black to blue. Which means there’s a camera somewhere in the room.
“No matter how much I’d love a replay of the first time I fuck you, I don’t want an audience,” I say to Timber as I pull off my shirt. Judging from the angle we watched Ollie at, the camera had to be somewhere behind me.
I turn around, my eyebrows rising at the weird spiked ball sitting on the far wall, but I don’t have time to inspect it when the bed’s still rattling. A large TV sits above the ball, with a small red light at the very top. It could have been the standby button, but I’m not taking any chances.
“See you later.” I wink before I throw my shirt over it. I just hope it doesn’t record sound as well.
As soon as it’s safely covered, I turn back to Timber, rolling my eyes as he still twists and fights.
“Stop struggling, dammit,” I growl through gritted teeth as he kicks up and jerks his hips.
As I approach the bed, I notice something familiar sitting next to his pillow. “Well, hello there, old friend,” I purr as I pick up the dish towel. “Now what’s this doing here all by your pillow and smelling more like our cum than Ollie’s slick?”
I want to tease him as I waggle it between two fingers, but he just gives a sexy roar as he flushes red and chokes himself as he tries to get to me.
Is he embarrassed? Is he just flat-out furious?
I’ll never know, because as I return the dish towel, he yells for me to let him go, which I’m definitely not going to do when he’s acting like this.
I was only going to use this as a last resort, but we’ve come this far, and he won’t stop.
Quickly shoving my hands down my pants, I grab my cock and run two fingers over the head. With Ollie in preheat smelling like candy cane mountain, and Timber in rut, there’s no way I wouldn’t be hard.
I drop my weight, yanking my hand from my pants as I shoot forward to grab his chin and force his head back.
“What the fuck are you—” But the second I force the precum-coated tips of my fingers onto his tongue, he groans, and a shudder goes through his body.
“That’s it. Just relax,” I hum.
His lips clench around my fingers, sucking on me like I’ve wanted him to for ages. Timber groans again, and my grin widens.
I’ve got him. But I need to move fast while he’s still tasting me.
Pulling my fingers out, I climb onto the bed, pressing my hand against his lower back before mounting his thighs.
I face his ass because I want to play with him, but I’d love to lie on top and kiss his neck and stroke his chest. If I could show him my heart instead of my cock, we’d make some actual progress.
“Just come back to us, Timber,” I growl as I slap his ass, and he snarls. “We’re no good for each other right now.”
I’m already pushing at his waistband, forcing his pants over his ass. He’s going commando again, so it’s easy to grab his cheeks.
“God, you’re so tight. How much do you work out to get this bubble butt?”
All I get is another pretty snarl as he bucks under me, and, oh, what a surprise! He just happens to press his ass into my hands.
That didn’t last long…
I cup him, kneading at him, spreading his cheeks just to get a feel of him. As soon as I dig my fingers into his hard muscle, he groans, his legs trembling.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” I purr.
Even with electricity buzzing through my body, just touching my mate helps weed out my frustration.
I release one cheek, quickly licking my finger so I can run it over his asshole. I groan as his coffee buzzes on my tongue. My finger is already nice and wet from where he licked it, but I want a hit of him before I get to work.
I assume he’s going to keep growling and snapping at me, but he’s silent. Hopefully, it’s the same way Ollie goes quiet when she’s feeling so much pleasure that she can’t speak.
Massaging him, I love feeling him clench and relax, and my hard jaw softens into a grin. His silence morphs into grunts and groans as I slip a finger inside.
“What the fuck!?” he cries out. But I tease the tight ring of muscle, winding him up even more.
“Your asshole is twitching, Timber. It’s like it’s telling me it wants more. Have you calmed down yet?”
I look over my shoulder, but his face is buried in the duvet. I should have pushed it away before I tied him up, but at least it gives him something to bite when I really go for it.
“We should ask Ollie to come back quickly so we can use her slick to open you up instead. I bet she’d like that. We can get you nice and wet so I can slide right into you.”
Another growl rips from him, and I have my answer. I need to push more to get him out of rut. Heightening his pleasure definitely won’t do it, but I have him spread under me now, and I won’t waste the opportunity. Our cocks are so hard that I’m sure he needs relief as much as I do.
“Baby, where’s your lube?”
“Fuck off. You’re not going there,” he growls, even though he’s stopped struggling. He might not even have any; I’m just hoping.
“Either tell me if you’ve got lube, or I’m spitting on you,” I say as I climb off him, turning to meet the sexy fury in his eyes.
Timber pauses, and I sigh with relief as I can see the thoughts whirring through his head. He must be coming back if he had enough lucidity to stop and think.
He nods toward the bedside table, and I tear open the drawers to find it. The second I see the tube, I snap it up, popping off the top with one thumb.
I notice he’s stopped struggling as I squirt it all over three fingers before jumping back onto him. I sit on his thighs, loving the long stretch of his back as I aim the tube right at his asshole. I laugh as I fire a shot at him, and he yells out as it oozes over his ass.
“You look good like this,” I hum as I throw the lube to the side and press my first finger in.
He jolts as I sink in all the way, the lube doing its job as Timber shouts.
“I think you can take another finger already.” I grin as he trembles under me.
But, as soon as I line up two and push inside, a low moan echoes from him.
“You’re surprisingly easy to finger, considering how tight your ass is. Have you done this before?”
He kicks his legs out, and his growl makes me want to bite his ass just to get him to talk.
“I bet you do what Ollie does and fuck yourself while thinking of me.”
He goes silent, and all my joking vanishes as my eyes widen and my fingers pause inside him.
Timber slipped up and finally said he had feelings for me when he visited Luke. I know I act all cocky around him, but if Timber really did that, if he honestly thought of me that way…
“Hey, Timber, has anyone ever fucked you here before?” I ask as I grind my fingers in, and he gasps.
His ass rises, pushing back into me as he growls again. I keep forgetting I’m trying to bring Timber back when winding him up is so fun. And which version of Timber would Ollie really prefer?
“No, shut up. Who the fuck do you think I am?” he finally answers as I explore his hot ass.
“I dunno. I think I’m getting a clearer picture now that I’ve got two fingers in you. This is seriously fucking sexy. I want to play with you and tease you, but it looks like it just takes a bit of prep to get you ready. Or do you have something else you like to use other than your fingers?”
There’s more silence, and my grin grows even wider.
“Timber,” I sing-song. “If I go searching through your room, what am I going to find?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.
He’s definitely back with me now that we’re having a full conversation, but I’m losing it myself. I can’t resist him when he’s being so honest.
Spreading the lube around his ass is so satisfying, especially when he’s this responsive. There’s a mix of snarls and moans that are so exclusively Timber, I almost laugh because I’m so happy to hear them. I’m getting every single inch I can, even going over his cheeks for the sake of it.