“Who’s the boss?” he demanded. “Say it!”
“No!”
He smacked my butt, hard. “Good. I like it when you fight me. It gives me reason to punish you more. Say it!”
He smacked me again. My stinging flesh cried out in protest.
“You are!” I choked out, clutching the edge of his pickup truck bed, and he rammed his swollen cock inside me.
With a few quick, savage thrusts, he was buried all the way in, and he wrapped his arm around my stomach, and braced himself against the truck with one hand. He began pumping, harder and harder.
Every thrust sent a lightning bolt of ecstasy stabbing through me. I moaned, pushing back against him.
“Like that, baby?” he groaned. “Oh, God, you are so tight. Oh yeah. Oh yeah…”
“Harder,” I gasped, and he obliged, pumping into me so hard that the truck rocked. I felt the liquid heat gathering again, swelling and expanding inside my stomach.
“Yes,” I hissed, and I felt my orgasm pulsing through me, an unstoppable wave that crashed over me. I felt myself convulsing, the muscles inside me rippling and squeezing his cock.
Then he exploded, flooding me with his come. I felt the hot stickiness seeping out of me, running down the inside of my thighs. His harsh breathing in my ear was ecstasy. I loved knowing how much I turned him on.
He hugged me to him hard. We were both drenched with sweat, and I could feel his sticky cum drying on my thighs. Somehow he’d torn one strap of my dress without me even noticing it.
“I need a shower,” I moaned. “And clothing. You keep ripping my clothes.”
“You know how humans joke about keeping their wives barefoot and pregnant? I want you naked, barefoot, and pregnant, all the time.” He bit my neck, and licked it, and I let out a whimper.
A car drove by us, and I could see the people in the car looking at us.
I yelped and squirmed in his arms, but he held me tightly in place, and bit me again. “Everyone can see us!” I panted.
“Everyone can see that the Alpha satisfies his woman. You’re a very good influence on the pack,” he said. “It’s definitely a very ‘make love, not war’ vibe you’re bringing.”
Chapter Ten
“You’re a huge hit around here,” Max said as we walked towards the group of people gathered for breakfast at the picnic table. Apparently whenever the weather was nice, which it was most days, people liked to meet up here before heading off to work.
“By the way, why are you walking funny?” he added.
“You know why I’m walking funny. Makeup sex, you bastard,” I groaned. “Good Lord. You’re an animal!”
“Imagine that,” he snickered. Hmph. He looked way too smug and pleased with himself. Everyone at the table turned to wave at us, and I felt a wave of emotion welling up inside me. I’d only been here a few days and I felt more welcome than I ever had with my pack back home. Was this really real? Could this last? There was no way that all of these people were faking it.
I paused.
“Tell me something?” I said to Max.
“What’s that?”
“When you left the other day to go take care of some business…were you going to meet up with an old girlfriend? Or a new girlfriend? Or any kind of girlfriend?”
Maxwell shook his head in amusement. “Really, Josephine?”
Panic seized me. “I notice you’re not answering.”
“I thought it was obvious. I am not with any other women. I am married. To you. I am with you. I am dedicated to making you have multiple orgasms every day. The rest of my time and energy is spent on the pack. Satisfied? You better be, or I’ll carry you back inside and satisfy you some more.”
A giggle bubbled up inside me. “Okay, okay. Come on, you said you get jealous. I can’t get jealous?”
He bent down and brushed his lips over mine. “You can get jealous. I like it. But also, trust me. I do not lie, and I do not cheat. Have fun in town.”
There were a few approving howls from the shifters milling around the picnic table, and he turned and yelled “Hey, grow up!” at them, but he sounded cheerful.
We filled up our plates with food, and settle down at the table.
“I’ve been trying to get ahold of Camille,” I said carefully, glancing at him to see his reaction. “I haven’t gotten an answer. Hopefully it’s just because she’s laying low. Have you heard anything?”
“Have I heard anything from Camille? Of course not. I’d never even spoken to her before I arranged the marriage. I don’t have her contact information,” Maxwell said, digging into his food.
Well, I had other things to worry about. Max had gotten me a new cell phone, delivered to our house the day before. I’d called up Bess and arranged a meeting with her and Corwin in town, so we could talk about the fiasco with my date showing up at the compound. I needed to make sure that never happened again.