His father stood beside him, looking happy. “You did good, son.”
They were in the town hall where they’d booked their wedding reception. Scarlett Fields was now Scarlett Briggs. She was his wife, the love of his life. Their parents had agreed to let them marry before the end of school but on the condition they didn’t live with each other until after graduation.
Marshall was living with her. They just didn’t know it, apart from his own parents. He spent every night with her in his arms. When her parents checked on her, he went to the floor so no one would see him.
“Thanks, Dad.”
Jack shook his hand. “How are you holding up? Do you still want to run away?”
“There’s no chance of that happening. The only woman I want in my life is coming toward me.”
Their honeymoon was going to be spent at his father’s lodge in the center of the forest where no one could disturb them.
“Hey,” Scarlett said.
He wrapped his arms around her, breathing in her scent. Marshall had already been given congratulations by her parents.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” He’d been in a constant state of arousal, and it showed no sign of dissipating.
“Don’t you think that’s rude?”
“We’re newlyweds, and we’re young. You’ve got no chance of us being rude. They’re expecting it.”
Her cheeks were red with her blush. “Yes, I want to leave.”
Smiling, Marshall looked toward Jack. “Will you do the honors?”
“Go on, get out of here. I’ll handle the parents when they start asking about you.” Jack shoved them out of the door.
Taking Scarlett’s hand, Marshall led the way out to his car.
“I can’t believe we’re running out on our own wedding.” She chuckled.
Climbing behind the wheel, he started the car, heading toward the path that led into the forest. It was a very secure path, and he’d have to stop when he was a few feet from it. Reaching out, he took Scarlett’s hand.
“How are you doing, Mrs. Briggs?”
“Fine, Mr. Briggs.”
She smiled over at him.
He parked the car, leaving his cell phone within the vehicle. Rounding toward his woman, he picked her up in his arms, carrying her toward the lodge.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she said.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He liked the feel of her in his arms. He never wanted to let her go.
The lodge had been cleaned out by his parents. They had the weekend to enjoy being married before they returned to school. When it was first announced they were going to be married, their peers had been astounded. Marshall had showed all of them that he wasn’t joking around.
“Open the door for me, baby.”
Scarlett opened the door, and he stepped over the threshold. He didn’t stop with her, kicking the door closed on his way through to the bedroom. Marshall closed the door to the bedroom, putting her on her feet.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She sounded breathless. The scent of her arousal was like a drug to him. He tugged off his tie and threw it onto the floor.
“Do you want this? To have sex?”
“I want this. I want to be with you, Marshall.” She stepped close, running her hands up his chest. “Make love to me.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, slamming his lips down on hers. He slowly unbuttoned her wedding dress, needing her naked skin against his. Opening the back of her dress, he placed his palm on her warm skin. He breathed her in, basking in her scent.
The wedding dress fell to the floor in a heap. Tilting her head back to look into her eyes, Marshall smiled. “You’ve got nothing to be scared of or ashamed. You’re incredibly beautiful.” He took a step away from her to admire her curves in the silk lingerie. His cock swelled, and he wanted inside her badly. “Perfect.”
Drawing her closer, he kissed her deeply, stroking his hands down her body. Marshall took his time to explore her body as she worked his suit jacket off. Next his shirt came off, and her nails scored over his skin.
Within minutes he had her naked, and he stood before her naked, too. Her gaze landed on his cock, filled with blood and pulsing.
“I’m ready for you, baby.” He eased her to the bed.
He took his time, stroking her body, letting her get accustomed to his touch. He didn’t know where he found the strength not to just fuck her. It was hard.
“Please,” she said.
With her begging, Marshall didn’t know if he could hold back any longer. The need to take her was strong. He cursed as her small fingers found his shaft and began to work his length.
Sliding his hand between her thighs, he found her warm, wet heat. She was slick to the touch and growing wetter by the minute.
“I want you to fuck me, Marshall.”
He silenced her with his lips, deepening the kiss by plunging his tongue in deep. She needed to be quiet, as otherwise he was going to lose it.
Glancing down at where she held his cock, Marshall gritted his teeth. He was close to coming, and he didn’t want his seed to spill over her pale skin.
Finding her clit, he caressed the swollen nub, watching her come apart with her first orgasm. He was going to be every first of Scarlett’s. He’d been her first kiss, first date, first love.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, leaving the bed. He grabbed the condom out of his pants pocket and showed it to her. “I don’t want to get you pregnant yet.”
“I don’t want to be pregnant.”
Tearing into the foil, he pulled out the latex, rolling it over his cock. Climbing back on the bed, he settled between her spread thighs. This was it. He was going to fuck his mate.
Scarlett wasn’t afraid. This was a year that had taken her completely by surprise. Marshall had gone from being her tormentor to her husband. She watched him get closer. The hard length of his cock pointed up at her. She had been fantasizing about this moment for a long time. Her parents hadn’t wanted them to get married so soon, but once they knew about Marshall’s proposal, Scarlett begged them to let her. She never asked for much, but she asked them for this.
They’d relented, seeing how much she loved him.
“This will hurt a little.”
“I know.” Every book she read had mentioned a woman’s first time was supposed to hurt.
He leaned down, kissing her lips. At the same time she felt his hand glide between them. The tip of his cock worked from her clit down to her entrance. She took a deep breath, unsure what to make of the feel of him.
“If you want me to stop, tell me.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She wanted to be his woman in every way. They were mates. She already held his claiming mark, which he’d given her during one of their heavy petting sessions.
Marshall grabbed both of her hands putting them beside her head. He stared into her eyes, and she melted against him. This was what she wanted more than anything, to be loved and cherished by him.
In one smooth thrust, he slammed past her hymen, claiming her virginity. He growled, sinking down to bite her shoulder. She cried out, fighting him as the pain was instant.
“Please, stop,” she said.
He froze and didn’t move. Marshall released her shoulder and started to kiss her. The pain began to ebb away until only the need to feel him moving within her remained.
“Are you ready for me to move?” he asked.
“Yes.” She whimpered out the word unprepared for his invasion.
When he started to move again, something switched in Scarlett. The sudden pain turned into blissful pleasure.
Marshall made love to her, easing out of her pussy before sliding back inside. She stared up into his eyes, losing herself to the love and feel of him. He released one of her hands to grip her hip.
He started to thrust harder and faster.
“I’m not going to last, baby.”
She groaned as her own orgasm started to build. His thrusts turned into slams, and Scarlett cried out in ecstasy as she hurtled into another orgasm. Marshall plunged inside her one final time, his cock jerking, and he groaned. His body went tense with his orgasm. He collapsed over her, and she caught her breath, holding onto him.
“I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
Scarlett smiled. “It was supposed to hurt. You claimed my virginity.”
He pulled away from her, picking her up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to take care of what’s mine.” He carried her through to the bathroom. She watched him turn on the water after he placed her on her feet. His cock was flaccid, and he still wore the condom that was full with his cum.
When the bath was full, he picked her up and placed her inside the water. She watched him remove the condom, tying it up and throwing it in the trash before climbing in behind her.
“There was a little blood,” he said.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you don’t need to be sorry. I’m sorry for making you bleed.”
She smiled, resting back against him.
“What are you thinking, my wife?” he asked.
“That I’m really happy even if it is strange to be called your wife.” She glanced up at him. His cock swelled against her back, and she gasped. “You’re ready to go again?”
“I’m an alpha, Scarlett.”