Bride of the Alpha by Georgette St. Clair
Authors: Georgette St. Clair
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Werewolves & Shifters, kinky, <div><p>The Timber Valley pack has a terrible reputation. Word is their males are dominant, and possessive – and Josephine’s best friend from college is being forced to marry one? No way! </p><p>Curvy wolf shifter Josephine Southpaw’s got the perfect solution. Using a magic charm, she’ll disguise herself as the slender, beautiful Camille on her wedding day – while Camille hightails it out of town with the wolf she really loves. Of course, the Alpha will ditch Josephine the second he gets her back to the wedding suite and sees what his chubby bride really looks like. What could possibly go wrong? </p><p>Well, for starters, Alpha Maxwell Battle is smokin’ hot. And he takes one look at Josephine and vows to never let her go – but he’s going to punish her for her trickery in deliciously sexy ways. And finally, Josephine’s friends keep staging well-intentioned rescue attempts, but she’s no longer sure she wants to be rescued. </p><p>But Josephine’s not the only one with secrets. It soon becomes very clear that Maxwell’s hiding something big, a secret that puts not only Josephine’s heart but her life at risk. </p></div>
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husband. I’m also the Alpha. You shouldn’t lie to me. Every time that you do, I will punish
you. Now, let’s try that again. Do you like it?” He traced the red stinging line gently with his fingers.
“Yes,” I gasped, shuddering with pleasure.
So, the reputation of the Timber Valley pack was partly true. They were domineering and kinky. I’d just never realized how incredibly sexy it was to be dominated – if it was by the right man.
“You deceived me by wearing that charm,” he said. Crack! The riding crop came down, and I jumped
again, and let out a squeal.
“You climbed out the window and ran away from me, your husband.” Crack!
Oh, mercy, I could feel those stinging lines. At the same time, I felt a heat flaring through my body that I’d never experienced before. I felt hollow and filled with liquid desire. Every inch of my body was
exquisitely sensitive, craving Maxwell’s touch.
I’d dated a few guys in college, had sex with two of them. They were okay. I didn’t orgasm. I’d learned to take care of myself, after we were done. I even faked orgasms with them, just to be polite.
Right now, I was incredibly close to coming without Maxwell even entering me.
As if he read my mind, he slipped his fingers between my legs, and began rubbing the pad of his thumb
on my clit. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body.
“Oh,” I whimpered, and moved my legs wider apart. I never wanted him to stop.
“How does that feel?”
“S-so…good…” The heat was building, gathering in a point low in my groin. It was a pressure that was
as painful as it was pleasurable. I needed release.
It seemed as if he could read me all too well. “You’re not allowed to come yet.” He pulled his hand
away.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Crack! There was another
stripe across my buttocks.
He ran his finger along the new stripe. “Every one of this is a mark of ownership. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes…” I gasped.
“Who do you belong to?”
It was foolish of me, but I was a stubborn woman.
“I belong to myself!”
Crack! Crack! Crack! I shrieked aloud, legs kicking up with each strike. I wasn’t going to say the safe
word, though. No way. I would not give him the satisfaction. I would not show him weakness.
Also, to be honest, there was no way I was going to send him off to his own bedroom. I wanted him so
badly that I was almost ready to cry. I wanted him to plunge into every orifice I had. I wanted to lick his well defined abs and take his cock in my mouth and…
“Who do you belong to?”
I wanted to be sassy again, but I was running out of skin that hadn’t been whipped.
“Y-you,” I choked out.
“Say it a little louder?” he taunted. “I’m a little hard of hearing sometimes.”
I gritted my teeth. Bastard.
“I belong to you!” I shouted.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, running his hand gently over my stinging flesh.
His big, rough hand felt feather light as it moved over my skin. I bit my lip and swallowed tears of
frustration. I wanted to scream “Fuck me now, damn it!” but I refused to beg.
He’d moved over to the table.
He came back with a bottle of lube and a plug.
“Has anyone ever taken you there?” he said.
“N-no,” I panted.
“Good. I’ll be your first. Since I’m a nice guy, sometimes, I’m going to go easy on you tonight. We’ll
start with this.”
He dripped lubricant on my puckered, rosy hole, and massaged it in, slipping a finger inside. I squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation.
Then, he pressed the butt plug against my rectum, firmly. He pushed harder…harder…until he’d
breached the resistance and it was inside me, filling me. It throbbed, but in a pleasurable way.
Then he flipped a switch and I felt it vibrate. The vibration hummed inside me and drove me nearly
mad with frustration. I clutched at the comforter so tightly my
you. Now, let’s try that again. Do you like it?” He traced the red stinging line gently with his fingers.
“Yes,” I gasped, shuddering with pleasure.
So, the reputation of the Timber Valley pack was partly true. They were domineering and kinky. I’d just never realized how incredibly sexy it was to be dominated – if it was by the right man.
“You deceived me by wearing that charm,” he said. Crack! The riding crop came down, and I jumped
again, and let out a squeal.
“You climbed out the window and ran away from me, your husband.” Crack!
Oh, mercy, I could feel those stinging lines. At the same time, I felt a heat flaring through my body that I’d never experienced before. I felt hollow and filled with liquid desire. Every inch of my body was
exquisitely sensitive, craving Maxwell’s touch.
I’d dated a few guys in college, had sex with two of them. They were okay. I didn’t orgasm. I’d learned to take care of myself, after we were done. I even faked orgasms with them, just to be polite.
Right now, I was incredibly close to coming without Maxwell even entering me.
As if he read my mind, he slipped his fingers between my legs, and began rubbing the pad of his thumb
on my clit. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body.
“Oh,” I whimpered, and moved my legs wider apart. I never wanted him to stop.
“How does that feel?”
“S-so…good…” The heat was building, gathering in a point low in my groin. It was a pressure that was
as painful as it was pleasurable. I needed release.
It seemed as if he could read me all too well. “You’re not allowed to come yet.” He pulled his hand
away.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Crack! There was another
stripe across my buttocks.
He ran his finger along the new stripe. “Every one of this is a mark of ownership. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes…” I gasped.
“Who do you belong to?”
It was foolish of me, but I was a stubborn woman.
“I belong to myself!”
Crack! Crack! Crack! I shrieked aloud, legs kicking up with each strike. I wasn’t going to say the safe
word, though. No way. I would not give him the satisfaction. I would not show him weakness.
Also, to be honest, there was no way I was going to send him off to his own bedroom. I wanted him so
badly that I was almost ready to cry. I wanted him to plunge into every orifice I had. I wanted to lick his well defined abs and take his cock in my mouth and…
“Who do you belong to?”
I wanted to be sassy again, but I was running out of skin that hadn’t been whipped.
“Y-you,” I choked out.
“Say it a little louder?” he taunted. “I’m a little hard of hearing sometimes.”
I gritted my teeth. Bastard.
“I belong to you!” I shouted.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, running his hand gently over my stinging flesh.
His big, rough hand felt feather light as it moved over my skin. I bit my lip and swallowed tears of
frustration. I wanted to scream “Fuck me now, damn it!” but I refused to beg.
He’d moved over to the table.
He came back with a bottle of lube and a plug.
“Has anyone ever taken you there?” he said.
“N-no,” I panted.
“Good. I’ll be your first. Since I’m a nice guy, sometimes, I’m going to go easy on you tonight. We’ll
start with this.”
He dripped lubricant on my puckered, rosy hole, and massaged it in, slipping a finger inside. I squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation.
Then, he pressed the butt plug against my rectum, firmly. He pushed harder…harder…until he’d
breached the resistance and it was inside me, filling me. It throbbed, but in a pleasurable way.
Then he flipped a switch and I felt it vibrate. The vibration hummed inside me and drove me nearly
mad with frustration. I clutched at the comforter so tightly my
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