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His. I close my eyes. If he says something like that, is it wrong to imagine how good it would feel if it were true?

“Are you going to let me be your first?” He nips at my ear, and I shiver. “Let me sink my big, hard cock inside your virgin hole?”

I blink back the tears. He says the word “virgin” like he really believes it. Like, for him, what happened with my intended mate doesn’t count. I want that to be true more than he’ll ever know. Real sexhasto be different than what I had to do when I was eighteen. I just know it.

The elevator dings, and the door opens. The roof has caution tape everywhere, and the beginnings of what looks like a water fountain at the center. There’s no one working on it at the moment, but there are tools spread all around like they might be coming back.

Timber slips his hand underneath my swim trunks and pushes me forward. “C’mon. Let’s go.” He steers me away from the water fountain construction, to the balcony on the other side. We step over boxes of tile and around a tile saw to get to the balcony’s edge. The view here is even better than in the suite. The water appears almost purple as the sun sets in the distance, and deep pinks stretch across the sky.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says.

“Yes.”

He sets my bag down on the ground and steps behind me like he did when I was standing naked in front of the window. “It’s not as beautiful as you,” he says while his fingers pull at my swim trunks and they drop to my ankles. He grabs both of my ass cheeks. “So perfect.”

I’ve never felt more alive. Every inch of me is exposed in the warm air, and Timber’s caressing my body as if he hasn’t been with hundreds of omegas who were more attractive than me.

“Bend over, baby boy.” His voice is gruff, throaty, full of lust.

I do as he says, resting my forearms on the lip of the balcony and pushing my ass out. Suddenly, I feel the heat of his wet mouth and the sharp edge of his teeth. He bites down on my ass. Hard. My heart races. Biting is something alpha red wolf shifters do with their mates. Or so I’ve read. I’ve never seen Timber bite anyone in his videos. A bite is supposed to be intimate. A claim.

I choke out a “yes” when he sinks his teeth into my other ass cheek. He growls and nuzzles my crack. I’m wet for him now. I’m sure he can feel it, but he simply inhales through his nose. “Oh, you smell so good.” He squeezes my ass cheek again, then smacks it. My breath gets caught in my throat. It stings in just the right way. Exactly how I always imagined.

“You’re dripping for me. You like that?” He smacks me again, and I hold back a moan. “Your ass is turning a pretty pink. Fuck, baby boy.” He smacks me a third time. Harder. The groan that finally escapes my mouth is far too loud for where we are.

“That’s right,” Timber says. He bites me where he just spanked me. The pain is different this time. So much more intense. There was a small part of me that feared I wouldn’t like it when Timber hurt me, but I shouldn’t have worried.

“Yes, please,” I hiss. “I need it.”

“You need this?” He brings his hand down in exactly the same spot.

I cry out. Can the people outside the hotel hear Timber hurting me? The idea of that makes me weak with desire.

“Do you remember your stoplight colors?”

I nod vigorously. I don’t want him to stop.

He runs his fingers along my entrance, which confuses me because I want him to continue hurting me, but I also want him to penetrate me. My body can’t decide which one it wants more. Maybe I’m finally descending into the stage of vulnerability my doctor warned me about, where I’d be powerless to say no to an alpha.

The wonderful thing is that I don’t have to worry. Timber and I agreed on our boundaries ahead of time.

I can let go, and he’ll take care of me.

Timber’s thick finger inches inside of me. Just like I’d desperately hoped, being breached by him is nothing like sex with my intended mate. The pleasure is so intense, I close my eyes. There’s an intimacy to it that’s terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

“You feel so tight. My cock’s going to be too much for you, baby boy.”

I shake my head. “I want it. You promised.”

His finger twists inside me, which makes me lose control of my hips. They gyrate, searching for something. He presses against a sweet bundle of nerves inside me, and I moan.

He chuckles. “There it is.”

He strokes and teases that spot, and I fall apart—begging, squirming, pushing my hips out in a desperate hope for more friction. When Timber slips his finger out and replaces it with two, the extra girth doesn’t hurt. It fills me in exactly the right way.

I can relax after that. Let go. The pleasure thrumming through my body as Timber finger fucks me is enough to drown everything else out. It hurts a little when he adds a third finger, but that’s good too.

“Harder, Daddy,” I whisper.

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