Just three months

RAPHAEL

I cleared my throat, adjusting Roman’s shirt around me, as I passed by the receptionist. I gripped the paper bag containing Alina’s food more tightly in my left hand. 

“Welcome back, sir,” she greeted warmly, and I flashed a smile in response. A sigh of relief escaped me. My cover was foolproof.

I reached the room number Roman mentioned and stood outside for a few seconds, trying to act normal. Why was Roman so greedy? It had taken the intervention of the goddess before he agreed to switch shirts and pants with me, then wait for me at home.

Mind you, he claimed to have fucked her twice, after nearly cumming when she almost sucked out his wolf.

Holding my breath, I pushed the door open and stepped in. She whirled around to the door. The panic in her eyes instantly dissolved. And… she was fully dressed.

“Are you leaving?” I muttered, kicking the door closed behind me, then setting the paper bag on the table. “I was hoping you would eat something before leaving.”

She looked down at the floor, and I took a step forward. “I told you I’m in a hurry,” she whispered. “I should leave now.”

When her eyes came back up, they looked exhausted. I really wanted to know her better. And fuck her as many times as necessary. That part was important.

“What’s your name?” I asked, walking closer and stopping a few feet from her. I raised her face, so our eyes could meet. “Hmm? What’s your name, beautiful?” 

“Alina.”

I pretended to hear the name for the first time. “Beautiful name, Alina. I am Raphael.”

She stared at me through her lashes and then looked down again. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Raphael,” I corrected, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ears. She flinched immediately, and I had to hold her shoulders, pulling her closer. “Hey, don’t be scared. Why don’t I drop you off after we are done? You’ll get home on time like you want.”

“Done with what?” she blinked.

To answer her, I leaned down and captured her lips softly, groaning as I reached for her waist. Oh, yeah. Exactly what I needed.

“I need to go,” she whispered against my lips, but her fingers wove tightly around my neck in contradiction.

“After this one. I promise to let you go. I won’t stay long this time.”

I didn’t break the kiss this time, even as I took her pants off. I didn’t touch her shirt to make her see that I meant my promise not to keep her more than I—Roman—already had. I left my shirt on too, pushing us back until we fell on the bed.

My lips left hers for just a brief moment, and that was because I wanted to angle myself against her entrance. My cock slipped into her with a smoothness that made me sigh. Fuck yes. She closed her eyes, letting out a deep moan as I pushed forward.

I spread her thighs, grabbing her knees softly. Her wince made me pull back with raised brows.

“Are you okay?”

“I…” she trailed off, and I brought her legs down, frowning at the healing bruises on her knees. Now that I looked closely, she had some fading bruises on her inner thighs.

“What happened?” I asked, tracing soft fingers on the spot. This time, she didn’t wince; she shook. “Did someone hit—“

“An accident,” she blurted. “I fell down the stairs, and I heal really slowly.”

I pulled out to her to kiss her knees, then down to her inner thighs. When I slipped into her again and kissed her passionately, her legs were trembling around me.

“You should be more careful, Alina,” I grunted into her mouth, drifting forward slowly. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me like before.”

Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, but I didn’t slam in like she wanted me to. I love the feel of her pussy around my cock as I moved at this pace. What was the need rushing through the experience when I could slow down and actually feel her better, and have her feel my thrusts more?

We stayed in that position, just lost in each other, for what felt like an eternity. Soon, I was cuming, shaking hard and kissing her like she was my oxygen.

When the wave passed, I didn’t roll off her or even pull out. I kissed her some more, and she couldn’t stop moaning into my mouth.

“Your pheromones are so… different,” she whispered, pulling back for a moment to kiss me again.

I didn’t even ask what she meant. Even if Roman and I were identical twin brothers, we were two completely different people, and that would reflect in our pheromone releases.

“Alina,” I called softly against her lips. “I wanted to make you an offer.” I pulled out of her and lay by the side. 

She crawled out of the bed and began to put her pants on, leaving me to watch her. “What is it?”

“We clearly know how to take good care of each other’s needs,” I started, shrugging as I thought about how to put the offer into words. Roman had suggested this, and despite how stupid it sounded, it sounded so fucking good to me. “I can offer you a very lovely amount for some months of exclusivity with you. You will sign—”

“No, I am not interested.” She shook her head immediately and quickly grabbed her things. “Thank you so much for the food and… I’ll be leaving now.”

“Fifty million euros for three months.”

She stopped in her tracks, her back turned to me. A small smile tugged at my lips as I thought that she had finally agreed, but her next words shocked me.

“Thank you so much, Mr Raphael, but I’d like to pass.”

I sat up on the bed, frowning. Any sensible omega would probably have been on their knees, asking for the contract to sign.

“You forgot your food,” I called after her, watching as she grabbed the paper bag and basically rushed to the door again. “My number is in that bag, on a piece of paper. Call me, Alina. I pray to the goddess that you change your mind.”

"Bye!" She rushed out and slammed the door shut behind her. 

Fuck. Did she have to rush out like that???