Expensive - Amy Bellows Page 0,22
he wants, what he needs.
He tears off his own shirt and lies directly on top of me again, claiming my mouth with his own. Then he kisses my jaw and down to the crook of my neck where red wolf shifters have a scent gland. I wish I did, but mine is only exposed in my dragon form.
He drags his teeth along the crook of my neck—his fake teeth that he can’t ever bond to anyone with. “Oh, Andrew.” A sob tears from his chest. He sucks on the skin. “Can I… I know it doesn’t mean…”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He sinks his teeth into me. Deep. The pain is sweeter than anything I’ve ever known. I let out a desperate sob as he licks the broken skin like an alpha reinforcing a bond bite. His heavy body lifts off mine, and he rips my pants off with a ferocity that would scare me if I didn’t trust him completely. But I know he won’t hurt me unless I want him to. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. He hooks each of my knees over his shoulders, yanking his own pants down, and exposing his big, hard cock. How many times have I watched him plow into another man and wished I could be the one underneath him? How many times have I stopped a video to stare at his erection and wished I could take it inside my body?
And how many times will I long for him after this is all over?
There are condoms in my bag beside the bed. Timber doesn’t reach for them. He lines himself up to my entrance and stares into my eyes. “Can I take you bare, baby boy? Please?”
“Yes.” A million times yes. Timber never goes bare. He never bites anyone. He rarely kisses them. But he’s giving me everything I could ever want.
Everything except more time.
He doesn’t prep me. How does he know I don’t want him to? The pain of the stretch is exactly what I need. He pushes inside slowly—ever so slowly.
“Timber,” I whisper. “Daddy.”
Our eyes stay locked as he goes deeper, inch by inch—claiming me in a way my intended mate never did—never could. I never belonged to him. But in this moment, I belong to Timber. I don’t care if I’m paying him. I don’t care if it’s temporary. This still means something to me, and I can tell it means something to him.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
When he sinks down all the way to the hilt, he whispers, “Mine.”
“Oh, yes. Yours.”
I know how hard Timber could fuck me if he wanted to. Maybe I should be disappointed when his hips roll gently back and forth, but he doesn’t need to fuck me hard when his eyes are penetrating so deep inside me that the movement of his hips feels irrelevant.
I let my mind retreat to an impossible place where I’m a red wolf shifter and Timber’s teeth are real. I pretend that he just bonded to me, and we’ll be together for always. It’s easy to sink deep into the fantasy because of the way he’s looking at me.
We’d make love every night. Have babies together. Read in each other’s arms every day. And it wouldn’t matter how much money we had or what the Monroes thought of me. We would have each other.
The rhythm of his hips picks up with his breath. Our bodies move together in a wonderful synchronicity that makes me want to cry. Maybe I was meant to be a red wolf shifter and the fates messed up. Maybe I was meant to be his. But it’s too late.
His cock expands within me. I stay silent, even though my heart soars. Timber doesn’t knot his scene partners. Not even the ones he feels comfortable kissing.
“I could make you happy,” Timber says.
“Yes.”
He’s locked inside me now, his thrusts short. My hips roll in smaller circles.
“So big.” I’ve never used knotting dildos before. They didn’t match up with Timber’s videos, so they never appealed to me. This is far more than I’ve ever taken.
“You can handle it,” he says.
Maybe he’s right, but it’s so much. “Be gentle with me, Daddy.”
He kisses my knee. “Of course, baby boy.”
There are things we don’t say as he gently makes love to me. Like how fertile red wolf shifter alphas are. I also don’t comment on the way he leaves little bite marks up my arm, claiming every inch of my body that he can with his