Page 19 of Love Bites (Timber Creek #2)

CHAPTER 19

MAX

Summer’s back arched off the bed when I moved, her fingernails digging into my skin as she took everything I had to give.

When I agreed to the fake marriage, this was not where I’d seen it going, but not one ounce of me regretted the turn of events. Not only was Summer fucking gorgeous, but the fiery passion she brought to everything extended to the bedroom.

She moved in tandem with me, meeting me stroke for stroke as we came together, words lost to us both. The only sounds were that of skin on skin and our mutual groans of pure pleasure.

I no longer regretted not finding a random stranger to fuck — Summer was worth waiting for.

Leaning down, I pulled one of her pert nipples into my mouth as my fangs grazed her skin. They refused to sink back into my gums when Summer continued to offer herself like a delicious buffet of everything I’d ever wanted.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling lightly as she held me in place, urging me on. I bit again, her delicate citrus flavor meeting my tastebuds, as addicting as any drug. Some part of my brain registered how much I’d taken from her already and I should stop, but she was too tempting, too alive to deny.

I licked over her breast, closing the wound with my saliva then pulled out of her, flipping her to her stomach before I sank back in and pulled her hips up, giving us a better angle.

“That feels so good,” Summer moaned, her head dropped down on the bed but turned to stare at me. Her golden hair was splayed around her, but the shadowmark on her shoulder moved, growing as my magic seeped into her skin, marking her as mine.

Warning bells sounded in my brain at the sight, feeling more permanent than the rings on our fingers, but buried in her like this, I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t find it in me to regret it. Not when I’d never felt like this before.

I closed my eyes, tipping my head back as my hands dug into her hips, holding her exactly where we both needed it, racing towards the finish line. I might have given her a taste of how I truly wanted to tease her earlier, getting her so close before backing off completely, but I’d meant it when I said I’d take it easy on her today. We’d have plenty of time to play later, if we truly kept this up for the duration of our fake marriage.

A low groan escaped her as her body tightened around me, telling me she was just as close as I was. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

Even if I wanted to, I was past the point of self control. I dropped my hand beneath her, running my fingers through where we joined. Circling them just right, I pressed down until Summer shattered, a moan ripping from her throat that I’d hear forever.

Her body spasmed, tightening around me until my vision started to black out, the pleasure too intense to deny.

I pushed her down flat on the bed as I pulled out, grabbed my cock, and covered her back in my cum. Seeing her smooth skin dripping with it, marked by me like this — my magic flared with pride, sparks from my angel side skittering up my forearms, chased by the inky shadow of my vampire magic.

Summer made to move, but I held her still with a hand on her shoulder, needing another minute with her beneath me, my knees on either side of her hips, covered in my scent.

A sated chuckle escaped her, her hazel eyes rimmed in the gold of her wolf. “Well, that should do it to convince any shifter we’re together.”

“We are together, Summer. Until this is done, you’re mine and I’m yours.”

Her smile slipped for a moment, then returned. “At least banging my husband regularly won’t be a chore.”

The idea of doing this again, preferably soon, had me halfway to hard again. But this had been an exceptionally long day for both of us.

I climbed off the bed and walked into the en suite bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and ran it under warm water before returning to the bed and cleaning her up. Summer’s smile was sleepy, but she slid off the bed, kissing me lightly on the way to the bathroom.

Even though it was morning here in Paris, neither of us had slept in 24 hours. I went to the windows, pulling the blackout shades hidden beneath the gauzy curtains closed, casting the room in darkness. The sink turned on as I climbed under the covers, resting a hand behind my head, waiting for my wife to return.

Backlit by the bathroom light, Summer’s every curve was highlighted, the perfect body wrapped in a tortuous, troublesome package. I lifted the covers and she climbed in, her hair fanning out behind her on the pillowcase as she turned on her side towards me.

“You said this is your place?” Summer looked around the room, decidedly French in style. We both could see well in the dark, especially as everything in here was white aside from the rich mahogany furniture. Ornate crown moulding framed the ceiling in scrolling floral patterns, here long before my father bought the place decades ago.

“My father’s, technically, but I’m the only one who uses it.”

“Ah. I should have put this together by now, but you’re basically a trust fund kid, aren’t you?”

“Don’t bite the hand that has the international properties, wife,” I growled, and Summer smirked.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Summer wiggled in the bed, settling into the mattress and fluffing up her pillows a few times to get comfy. When she stilled, her eyes met mine again.

I waited for her to speak, or ask me something, but nothing. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m just taking in that I’m married, and in Paris, and my husband is hot and has a great dick.” She gave a happy, wistful sigh. “A girl really can have it all.”

I rolled my eyes and playfully slapped a pillow on her face. “Get some sleep, sunshine. We have vampires to hunt tonight.”

Summer shoved the pillow aside and grinned. “I literally can’t wait .”

But the way she beamed at me, and those things she said? If I didn’t know better, if I didn’t know there was no way in hell anyone would ever want me for me , I could almost have believed her.

But no, this was a transaction. She’d just laid it out, clear as day — she liked my abilities, my properties, my body. And that was fine with me, because I needed her abilities and liked her body too. Nothing more.

With a huff, I turned away from her, getting comfortable myself and making sure to leave a good two feet of distance between us. If there was one thing I was not , it was a snuggler.

Slanted, golden light filtered in through the gap in the curtains when I cracked an eye open several hours later. It must have been late afternoon by now, but a weight across my waist made something undeniably clear.

We were snuggling.

Summer had an arm thrown over my stomach, a leg thrown over both of mine, and my arm, inexplicably, was wrapped around her shoulders. Her head rested on my chest, her hair so close, I couldn’t resist tilting my head to breathe in her lemon verbena scent.

I froze, realizing what I’d just done.

Maybe this was a huge mistake.