Chapter 46 Kane
Kane
We moved to her nest on the second day of her heat. She and Timber keep passing out from the endless bouts of passionate lovemaking as she moved through different stages of it. And it’s fucking glorious.
Now that I’ve kicked my anxiety to the curb, I can finally fully relax and enjoy myself. Watching my two mates fall deeper and deeper in love while circling back to me repeatedly is a gift I never want to give up.
When our omega was finally sated, she sleepily ordered us to grab the blankets and kitchen gear she brought with her to Timber’s room, and we carried her through to her nest. One morning after pill later, and she was ready to go again.
Ollie was extra tense about getting pregnant, so she wants to take one a day instead of at the end of her heat. That was another conversation for way in the future, probably when Timber retires.
We didn’t have time to adjust to seeing her nest, even though both Timber and I were taken aback that she allowed us in. I still feel like I’ve fucked up way too much and that I’m in for it when she returns from the sea of horniness.
Plus, there’s still the big conversation we need to have about how Timber had a recording of Ollie fucking herself.
Back then, I didn’t want to ruin the moment. But now that we’re all snuggled up in her beanbag bed, my special skill of screwing up everything good that happens to me is about to come out to play.
Her nest smells so sweet that it took Timber and me a rut or two just to adjust, and now we can lie here on the third day without losing it.
Her beanbag bed is big enough that Timber sinks down into the middle, I’m on his right, and she’s buried into his left.
We’ve already spent hours listening to him breathing while whispering and laughing with each other.
I won’t point out that his age is showing, but I’ve already teased him about not keeping up. Which he obviously took well.
He’s not the only one worn out from Ollie’s enthusiasm, but I didn’t tumble into bed, suddenly close my eyes, and freak out my mates by falling asleep so heavily that we thought he’d had a heart attack. He’s going to get grumpy when we tell him about that as well.
We’re both using his chest as a pillow, and the gentle rise and fall of his wide pecs is accompanied by a deep snore that keeps setting Ollie off into rounds of giggles. It’s so adorable that I would have been on her the first time she laughed if the mood weren’t so relaxed.
I need Timber to wake up and get into it. With Ollie just coming out of heat, we’re basking in the afterglow of falling in love with each other without any barriers. I’m never going to be able to live without them again, and it’s the perfect time to bring up bites.
“He can sleep through anything,” she whispers. “Even if there’s an earthquake, he won’t get out of bed. The only thing that wakes him up is his monster clock.” I raise an eyebrow as she grins.
“He must set it every night, because I thought it would go off by now. It’s like a cross between the Death Star and a sea mine.” She rolls her eyes. “You’ll see what I mean later.”
“Is that the monster?” I ask as I walk my fingers down Timber’s hips. “Or is this it?” I grip his cock, and she laughs.
She’s biting her lip again, and I want to kiss her, but Timber’s chest is too damn comfortable.
I squeeze his cock, and he hardens straight away. Even after days of fucking, he’s still raring to go.
His snore cuts off, morphing into a moan as I gently stroke him. It’s followed by fluttering eyelashes, and his chin dips, a growl rumbling from him as I stroke his shaft from base to tip.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he says as he pops one eye open, and I grin right back as I stroke him again.
“Ollie said you wouldn’t wake up even if the world was ending, but I guess there’s something you’ll jump to attention for.”
I love how he narrows his eyes at me even when he’s half asleep. I hope that never stops, whether we’ve been together for five, ten, or twenty years. I want our lives to be all sunshine and rainbows, but squeezing the base of Timber’s cock so his back arches and he snarls at me is great, too.
Ollie gently runs her hand over his stomach, her nails bumping over the ridges of his abs. “Did you get enough sleep?” she asks softly.
I would have asked him something nice, too.
But the more I stroke him, the harder his brows furrow, and I want him to go for me.
I’ve unlocked my kink of subduing Timber when he’s absolutely raging.
The trick is to wind him up enough to make him lose it, which just happens to be my special transferable skill that I can use for any occasion.
He turns to Ollie, and all that stiffness eases away, apart from his cock. He gives her a rare smile, blinking sleepily at her as he wraps his arm around her back and bends to kiss the top of her head.
“I’m going to need to rest up for a week after all that. I’ve never had so many ruts that strong, or done a heat with another alpha before.”
“Did you like it?” I ask. I think he’s going to bat my hand away or stop me stroking him, but his hips bend, and my gaze flashes.
“I liked it enough to let you fuck me again this morning,” he said begrudgingly. I laugh as I lift myself up onto one elbow and steal a kiss from him.
This energy is perfect. Timber might need to wake up properly, but I can run and make us breakfast, leave the two of them to bask in all their sweet love, and then talk about bites.
Ollie kept begging for a bite all during her heat. Even though hearing her cry out for it drove me absolutely crazy, I don’t want to get ahead of myself because she was being controlled by her omega side. Now that we’re back to the land of the (mostly) sane, we can look at it properly.
Timber sighs as I settle back down into him, and he smiles for me as well. The way my heart flickers and clenches at the sight of him actually looking happy makes up for everything I did to him when I was younger.
For years, he kept telling me to forget about it, but he always said it with an empty gaze.
Now he releases a slow breath, bringing his hand up to stroke my hair.
He doesn’t need to say anything as he watches me, because we can both feel the love floating there.
I’m so scared that as soon as I leave his house, he might go back to the Timber who pushes me away and rejects me.
That’s another reason I want to hurry along the bites.
But Ollie pauses, and we both notice the shift as she tilts her head to look up at Timber. She lays a hand on his chest to push herself up and meet him face-to-face.
“Why were you in rut when you arrived?” she asks.
Timber freezes, his gaze clouding over in a way that says we’re about to have another one of those conversations with a capital C.
The color drains from Timber’s face, and his fingers dig into my head as he needs me to hold on. It’s my chance to be a supportive alpha, but that offer is more for Ollie than good ol’ Timber.
Because I’m Captain Shit-Stirrer, and I can’t help myself.
“I saw him running from the rink, and then I found him crouched beside his car watching a very interesting video, and ready to tear me the fuck apart.”
“What kind of video?” she asks, her brow furrowing.
“Oh, sweetness,” I hum, leaning across to nip the tip of her nose.
“Timber’s got a fun story to tell you there.
” I grin at him as shock grows deeper on his face, and his hand falls from my head.
Because, no matter how lovey-dovey we are, no matter how perfect the day has been, I always have to fuck it up somehow.
Why can’t I just let Timber get away with it?
Because of his high and mighty attitude, where he took the upper ground.
Because he’s been insisting that he’s the victim and he’s the one being lied to, but he was still watching her, plain and simple.
The hypocrite went blind with rage when he found out I knew Ollie’s secret, when his secret is even worse.
Plus, I want to see how he plays it off.
If I stay silent now, we can carry on acting like a pack and save those worries for the future. Maybe I could have used it for a little friendly blackmail if Timber is ever being particularly stubborn.
I know I’m imposing myself on the two of them again, but we have to do it. We can’t fuck our way out of this one.
“What’s he talking about?” Ollie asks as I sweep my hand from her hair and rest it on her shoulder. I watch Timber as he heaves his body up.
Even Ollie shoots me a look, but I’m the perfect mediator for them. All I want to do is make sure that we’re happy. Well, as soon as we all bite each other, that is.
So, I wrap my fingers through theirs and bask in the tension between them.
Timber is too quiet, and now we’re both looking at him curiously, waiting for his answer.
“If we’re going to be a pack, we shouldn’t have any secrets from each other, should we?” I goad. If there’s a way to fuck things up, I’m going to go for it.
Timber leans back, the beans crinkling as they adjust to support him. He sits at a forty-five-degree angle, and I plop my elbow onto the beanbag, resting my chin in my palm so I can comfortably watch him fumble.
He glares daggers at me, but I just smile back innocently. There’s nothing to see here; I’m just looking out for them to make sure we air out all our dirty laundry before we bite each other and finally settle into pack life.