TEMPORARY MATES, PERMANENT CRAVINGS
Alpha Cameron kissed me like he hated wanting to.
His hand fisted my hair, yanked my head back, and his mouth crashed into mine. He growled like I’d offended him by tasting good.
That’s when the whole “no kissing, no feelings, just business” rule died.
Later, after he’d fucked me stupid against the headboard, after my legs shook and my lungs burned, he said it.
“Don’t fall in love with me, Lisa.”
I laughed, ugly and breathless. His cock still twitched every time I clenched around him.
“You think I’m stupid?” I panted. “I know what I am. The rented womb. The incubator you’re paying while you run back to your mate.”
His fingers tightened on my hips. I rolled them and felt him thicken inside me, even after coming twice.
“Say it again,” I whispered. “Tell me not to fall. Tell me I mean nothing.”
“I’m in love with her,” he said, like it hurt.
“You’re going to knot me,” I said softly. “Lock us together for hours and call it biology. You’ll come inside me again. Tomorrow, you’ll hate yourself.”
He shuddered, then kissed me hard, like he could choke down the truth.
Against my lips, he breathed, “Just shut up and take it.”
I smiled.
And neither of us pretended it was only a contract after that.