Chapter 42 - Timber
Timber
Ican’t deal with this. Everything is so intense, and every sensation is an overload.
The rut is too much, and I usually need to rest after I lose myself. But every smooth fucking slide of Kane’s cock into my ass drives me into madness again.
It was too good the first time, and I hoped he’d stop there. But there’s no way he would, because I wouldn’t have. He keeps changing his rhythm, speeding up when Ollie doesn’t touch me, and slowing down whenever she’s close.
The pleasure is killing me, and he won’t let me go. My arms are numb, and my throat aches, but whenever Kane tugs on the scarves, he thrusts harder, and everything fades into white light and pleasure.
I’ve never felt so whole and loved. And it’s freaking me the fuck out because they aren’t holding back, and I still want to hide. I feel like I’m letting them down by not giving them everything, but my heart clenches with fear and hurt even though pleasure has taken me over.
Kane’s acting like I’m out of control, that I’m still crazy in my rut, but it’s her.
Ollie’s wicked smile and her small hands on my cock and my fucking shirt sticking to her hot body are too addictive.
I don’t know where the hell she got it, but I didn’t give it to her. And the fact that she must have plucked it from her nest before she joined us just makes it even sexier. How long has she been sneaking away pieces of me to keep?
She’s always needed me, and I’ve just been too blind to see it.
It’s the way she shudders every time she tastes me; it’s how easily she opens herself up after I was so rough with her. She’s so fucking precious, and she looked at me and Kane like we’re everything before she started working my dick.
Her legs are spread, and her slick smells so good. There’s nothing else here apart from Kane’s cock, her tongue, and the scent that streams from her, which is so intoxicating that she must be in heat. No matter how many times I’ve smelled her ripe maple syrup, it’s never been this strong.
It’s been too long since I’ve been with my scent match in heat. If a single video of her fucking herself on my bed can send me into rut, what would happen as soon as I look at her face covered in my cum?
“Kane!” I snarl. “Get these fucking things off me! I need to hold our omega!”
She’s already sliding out from underneath me, and I need to be closer to her. I have to feel her warmth against me before I lose it again. I want to make sure she knows I’m completely hers.
“Well, since you’ve been so good,” he hums.
“It’s not about me being fucking—” But he thrusts his hips again, and I choke out as his cock fills me. I shudder against him as my legs relax and I stop struggling.
It’s like he’s found my switch, because every time he surges into me, pleasure messes with my head, and my body answers him.
Instead of snarling, I moan, and it takes effort to remember I’m angry at him.
I’m so sensitive from coming that every thrust feels ten times more intense.
If he wasn’t holding my arms up, I would have fallen forward and begged him for more.
Then I can catch Ollie in this position and bury my tongue in her pussy.
I’m aching from the inside out, spasming, shaking, fucking gasping because I need them both so badly.
Kane’s unwinding the restraints on my arms so slowly it’s killing me. I don’t care about the tightness on my neck. Because as soon as the bindings are loose enough, I tear apart my arms and grab my omega by the hips.
Ollie’s coughing, wiping the back of her mouth with her forearm, and she doesn’t expect me to spin her so quickly. She gasps as I lean over her, positioning her head under mine, and making sure to line my cock up with her pussy.
“Timber, what—” she cries out as I suddenly pull her legs apart, pressing them to either side of my hips so I can throw myself forward. Kane’s cock slips from my ass, and we both groan at the release of pressure.
I don’t have a chance to miss him because I’m suddenly above her on all fours, my hands by her shoulders, my cock ready for her. Ollie looks up at me with heat-filled eyes, her mouth glistening with my cum. We both wait to see what the other will do, but it seems I’m not as patient as she is.
I lower my hips, pressing my cock against her mound, and she moans along with me.
“Timber,” Ollie whispers as she rolls her hips, grinding against me. Her soft voice is enough to tell me she wants it as well.
I drop to my elbows, and the binding around my neck tightens. But I’d rather choke than not take her lips, kissing her with her gentle moans as my reward. She writhes under me as my heart cracks open, spilling out as she brings her arms up to wrap around my shoulders.
And relief floods me as I come home to my omega.
“Are you in heat?” I ask hoarsely, circling my hips so I can spread my scent over her.
“What do you think, Timber Holtz?” she answers, biting her goddamn lip, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
How did I not realize she and my Luke were the same person when everything about them was the fucking same?
Even the way they said my name was identical.
The only difference between the omega lying under me and the one that stuck his pierced tongue out the first time he entered my house is the pitch of her voice.
“I think my omega has been waiting too long for her alpha to wake the fuck up and apologize for leaving them alone for so long. And now’s the perfect time to do it.”
Ollie sucks in a breath, and the hurt that fills her gaze makes me falter. I thought we were going to go for it, that we’d finally make love instead of hurting each other.
She asked me earlier why I looked at her with fear because I was so scared of hurting her, but now I want to know why my love makes her look like she’s going to cry.
Even though the scent of her heat is so potent that I could dive into her pussy and keep licking until the world ends, I still want to take care of her.
“Why are you making that expression?” I ask softly, shifting my weight to one hand so I can cup her cheek with my other. “What can I do to help?”
I’m terrified she’s going to tell me to stop.
She’s an omega in heat, and I’m an alpha just out of rut.
There’s no way she’ll say no. But I don’t want to make love to Ollie like that.
I want to make up for the weeks of aching she must have endured because my head was so far up my ass that I couldn’t just tell her, or ‘Luke’, how I felt.
“Fuck me,” she says bluntly, and my heart jumps. “You want to fix it? Give me your cock as compensation.”
“Compensation…” I echo, and Kane chuckles behind us. “What if I go into rut and hurt you again? Or scare you?”
“Timber,” she hums. “Look at where we are. Do you honestly think I’d let you this close to me if I was scared of you?”
“But, I—”
She grabs my shirt and yanks me forward with fire in her eyes. “You don’t even know how I like to be fucked,” she growls against my lips. “But you and Kane seem to looove gatekeeping your cocks.”
My gaze darkens, because even hearing the word ‘cock’ from her pink lips sets me off.
“Are you going to make me wait any longer for you, alpha?” Her smile is so sultry that I’ll do anything she asks.
It doesn’t banish the guilt, but I believe her when she whines, and the scent of her slick thickens the air again.
Ollie needs her alphas, and I can’t stay away. So I launch myself back into her, grinding my cock, licking at her tongue, groaning against her. All I want to do is pleasure her.
She bites at me, sucks on me, moaning as I explore every inch of her maple syrup goodness. I flick her piercing with the tip of my tongue, licking around her mouth, realizing how much I can fill her. She’s so small, and our kisses are so messy, but it means everything when she’s soft for me.
“Timber, please,” she gasps, looking up at me like her world is collapsing. It’s like she can’t breathe without me.
I want to be her air, her fucking blood. I want to be inside her, and have her fill me so that we’re blended so finely together that we can’t tell where we start and end.
And the only thing missing is Kane, who’s still hovering behind me.
She draws in another ragged breath. “Give me more,” she cries against my lips, and another wave of sweetness swells around us.
“Timber,” she whimpers as I circle my hips, matching the way she rocks her body. “Timber, I’m so hot.”
“Do you want to come?” I ask carefully.
“What do you think?” Kane asks, finally popping over my shoulder.
I groan as he runs his hands down my back.
“Do you want to come for us, sweetness? Because the best way will be if Timber fucks you,” he hums. Ollie doesn’t see the way his palm presses against my tailbone, and he dips his fingers into my ass again.
I know exactly what kind of shit-eating grin Kane wears as I shudder and grind back onto his fingers. I don’t want it to feel so fucking good, but he knows exactly where to press to get me to tremble for him.
My head drops forward, and Ollie stays with me, pulling me to her lips as Kane teases my ass.
“Timber,” she gasps in my ear. “Timber, I need it harder. Rock against me more.”
“Or he can just sink into you,” Kane said, and I groan as he adds a third finger. The pressure builds in me again, pleasure swirling up as he splits them, and my cock twitches, drawing another moan from me.
I bury my head in Ollie’s neck, licking at her skin to get a hit of her flavor and trying not to come again.
But Kane is too good at this. As I kiss Ollie and watch her melt under me, so sweet it breaks my heart, the asshole alpha behind me thrusts his fingers hard enough that I shake.
I’m dizzy from pleasure, and I want to show Ollie how much she means to me, but he’s not fucking helping.
Ollie and I never break our gazes, and I fall in love with every expression that she makes.
“You’re so stunning,” I groan as I lean in to kiss her again, swelling with love for her, for both of them.