Adam Towers never fucks the same alpha twice.Â
It’s a rule he’s lived by since he presented ten years ago and has never had reason to break it.Â
Then he meets the one alpha he can’t get out of his bloody head.Â
He can’t even blame it on heat hormones. His heat has been long gone for weeks when they meet but just one touch to his cheek by Jean Duran and the rule go right out the goddamn window.Â
The sex is phenomenal: desperate, hard, and soft all. When they’re done Adam mourns the loss of his knot. Then they fuck the next morning, and the day after that, and the day after that.Â
It’s been a week in Jean’s hotel room when Adam wakes up and realizes with horror something he’d rather die than do.
That’s why he leaves, runs out, and vows never to see Jean Duran again.Â
Which is why seven months later when he walks into the event held by his new bosses at the post he does’t think twice about volunteering to be auctioned.Â
It’s for a good cause after all.Â
Then he gets up there and a voice sends shivers down his spine.Â
“One hundred thousand dollars.”Â
Jean’s smile makes him curl his lip.Â
No one else throws out a number.
Adam’s led down the stairs and Jean waits at the bottom of them. He takes Adam’s hand and kisses it.Â
“Congratulations,” Adam whispers, “You just wasted way too much money. I’m not–”Â
Jean pulls him in close and Adam whimpers. “I would’ve spent a million for just one more night,” he whispers, touching the gland on Adam’s neck, “Just one more chance to force you to be mine.”Â
He kisses Adam’s gland and Adam moans like the worst kind of needy omega.Â
“You are. We both know you are. I’ve waited months to find you, to wait for a moment where you could not escape. I paid your employer and told every man who would think to attempt to bid that I would cut their throats if they even tried.”Â
Adam laughs. “You didn’t.”Â
“I said, he’s mine. They did not need to be told the rest.”Â
Adam clings and breaths him in.Â
“Shit,” he moans, “Shit, shit, shit.”Â
Jean smiles against his skin. “Say it.”Â
“I am,” he sighs, “I am.”Â
Jean lifts his head and touches Adam’s cheek. “There, was that so hard? Now, let us dance for the evening. Then we can retire to my room and I will make you mine in every shape and form I possibly can.”Â
Adam smiles. “Who says I can’t make YOU mine?”Â
Jean kisses their lips together so softly Adam whimpers as they part.Â
“Let’s see who holds out the longest, shall we?”Â
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