Bride of the Alpha by Georgette St. Clair Page A

knuckles turned white, and I blinked back tears as he lightly ran his fingers along my pussy lips again, with a soft, teasing touch.
    “What do you want?” he crooned.
    Forget pride. I was about ready to pass out with need. I felt as if I were burning up from the inside.
    “You,” I begged. “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please!”
    “All you had to do was ask.”
    He moved between my legs and thrust into me. He was huge, stretching me out almost painfully, and I
    could feel his cock and the vibrating butt plug pressing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated him.
    “Oh God,” he panted. “You are so fucking tight. Oh, yes, that’s it.” He pumped into me, his testicles
    slapping against me. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending pleasure twisting up inside me until I could barely stand it.
    “Remember…” he gasped out. “You need my permission…to…come…”
    “Please! I want it so bad! Please let me come!”
    He began moving faster, slamming into me so hard that the bed moved with each thrust. I buried my
    face in the cloth and cried out.
    “Come for me!” he barked, and I did, my body jerking, my muscles convulsing and clamping down on
    his cock. I felt the rippling waves travelling through me, and he held on to my hips so hard this fingers sank into my flesh. He let out a guttural cry, and his hot semen flooded me and leaked out onto my thighs, sticky and warm.
    I came and came, waves of orgasm flooding me until I lay spent and shuddering and drenched in sweat.
    He pulled out of me very slowly, and I crawled up onto the bed, breathing hard.
    “I hope you realize that was just a preview of the coming attractions,” he growled, moving to lie on top of me. He was already hard again.

    Chapter Seven
    Maxwell wore a towel wrapped around his waist as he walked to the door and handed our used sheets
    over to his brother Lance. I thought Lance would just take the sheets and leave, but he gestured at Max to come out in the hallway to talk to him.
    Max stepped out and talked to Lance a minute, then came back holding a dress for me. It was a tye-dyed
    rainbow cotton design, and it was the right size.
    “Rise and shine, princess. We need to go run an errand,” he said.
    “What?” I sat up in bed, scrubbing at my face with my hands. I was sticky and sore and dazed with
    exhaustion. “We need to go out? By the way, how did Lance know I’d need a dress?”
    Max flashed me a wicked grin.
    “It’s my wedding night. And he knows me.”
    I found that last bit a little unsettling. It made me think of other women who Max had been with before me – so, obviously, I wasn’t the first woman whose clothes he’d ripped off.
    Who were these other women? How many had they been? Were they prettier than me? Skinnier than
    me? Did he still talk to them? Were they from his pack?
    I did my best to banish the thoughts from my mind. Fake marriage, I reminded myself. I can’t stake a
    claim here.
    I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower, then ran a comb through my tangled hair and came out
    looking reasonably presentable, or at least less frightening.
    Max met me with a steaming mug of coffee when I came out of the bathroom and kissed my lips. “You
    look beautiful,” he said, and bless him, he really sounded as if he meant it.
    “You look sexy as hell, and I hate that you wake up looking like that,” I said sincerely.
    “Life’s just not fair, is it?” He flashed that sexy smile at me and I wanted to drag him into bed and
    ravage him all over again.
    Instead, I took the mug that he held out, and sucked down the coffee greedily. “Where are we going?
    Breakfast?”
    “We will definitely get breakfast,” he said. “First, I thought you might want to go bail your friends out of jail.”
    “My friends – Oh my God .”
    I followed him out the door to his pickup truck, heart pounding in my chest. Bess and Corwin. I had
    totally forgotten to call or text Bess