Page 8 of Omega for Sale

“Please fuck me.”

The words barely leave mylips before Aiden spears me with his cock,ripping a moan from deep within my chest. The crown of his cockreaches a spot deep within me and I see stars.

It’s different this time.Because my body is relaxed and I’m not fighting him, his entranceis smooth. It only takes three thrusts before my orgasm starts toswell deep within me. My nails claw at his back and shoulders, myhips lifting to meet his every thrust. Aiden hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and the change inangle has my eyes rolling back in my skull.

“Fuck.”Aiden’s thrusts become harder but it’s not likebefore, this doesn’t hurt. “I love knowing I will carry yourmarks in the morning.”

“More,” I mewl. “Please.”

A deep sound escapes from him, somethingakin to a growl. I feel his cum splash against my inner walls, myown orgasm on the cusp of taking me under. His knot expands,locking us together, and the orgasm that sweeps over me steals mybreath. Every move he makes, even just his breathing, causes hisknot to move slightly and sends more aftershocks through mysystem.

If I had known it could be like this, Inever would have fought him. He continues to caress me as we liebeside each other, his rough hands slowly skimming over my curves,petting me with a sort of reverence I don’t understand untildarkness pulls me under once more.

Chapter Five

Aiden

Light filters through the thick drapessignaling the rise of the sun and the end of our time together.Shortly she will be free to leave, returning to her life away fromme. A thought I have been struggling with for the past thirtyminutes. She lies spread across my chest once more, her flaming redhair in a tangle. Her body is full of marks and bruises, theevidence of our night together.

My back is all scratched up and I can’t helpbut smile at the thought of being branded by her in some strangeway.

“It’s almost time,” I murmur running a handdown her back.

“I know,” she says, not moving from herspot.

“Tonight might not have been what you wereexpecting—” I start but she cuts me off with a harsh kiss.

“It wasn’t, but I don’t regret it.” A blushcolors her cheeks.

I watch her, assessing whether she istelling the truth, but I can’t find a single sign of deception. Theonly reason she feels this way now is because of the past threehours after she finally accepted me.

“Why did you do it?” I ask, suddenly needingto know what drove her to not only sell her body but hervirginity.

It couldn’t have been an easy decision tomake.

“Do what?” Bellaasks with a frown.

“The auction.”

Her mood changes and she pushes away fromme, getting out of my bed and pacing the length of the room. Sheruns her fingers through her hair trying to get rid of all thetangles.

“Does it matter? You gotwhat you paid for.” Bella tries to makeher words harsh, but I can hear the sadness underneath.

“Bella,” I call, drawing her attention back to me. “Tell me.” Thereis no Alpha infliction behind my words. I want her to want to tell me.

“I needed the money.”

Her gazeslides back to her bare feet. I know sheis embarrassed to admit that fact but Iwas expecting her to say just that. What I want is for her to tellme why she needs the money. I wait for her to continue, using everyounce of patience I have.

“My mother is sick.” Tear-filled eyes liftto meet mine.

She hasn’t cried in hours and even though Iwanted her to cry for me, this was not how. Opening my arms wide, Iwait for her to crawl back into bed with me. I hold her against mychest, allowing her to cry softly while I work through the factthat I felt something when I saw her tears. Never in my life have Icared for another living being besides my brother.

But her anguish anddespair? The fact that she is frightened and seems to be the onlyperson taking care of her mother tugs at emotions I never knew Ihad. I’m not sure what it is I am feeling right now, but I do knowthat I want—no, need—to protect her and help her. MyAlpha instincts are pushing me to make sure she doesn’t cry again,not unless I wanther to.

“How much money do you need?” I askgruffly.

“More than I could make at ten auctions.”Her answer is a low whisper.

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