Page 28 of Bullied Alpha Bride (Wolfshade Brides-for-Hire #2)

Sitting on the dock while night rolls in, I rock little baby Lauren in my arms and count my blessings. For the first time in my life, there are too many, and I have to give up.

The sound of carnival music drifts to me, and I turn to look at the festival sprawled out across the gardens of the estate.

The old manor practically gleams in the late afternoon light. All the windows are sparkling clean. The stone statues are mold and dust-free, back to their shimmering, pale gray luster.

One of Lexa’s first orders as luna was to open up the manor and estate to the homeless from the West End. Every room was filled within a week, and suddenly, Susan and Joe had more help than they knew what to do with.

The entire place was cleaned from top to bottom, then separated into sections for emergency housing, clinics, and educational groups.

Our elders had always feared charity, thinking that the poor would only take advantage of it, but they saw for themselves that when people had their basic needs met, they were gracious and generous in return.

And it’s the rich who hoard and scheme, looking for more, even though they already have too much.

“That being said, our upper class has learned their lesson, haven’t they, Lauren?”

I look down into my lap at the pale gray eyes of my baby girl. She giggles and raises her tiny hands at me, squirming as she tries to reach my face.

“There you are,” Cass says, hurrying up the dock. “Lexa’s looking for you. It’s almost time for the dance.”

“Of all the traditions she decides to uphold,” I mutter, standing up, “this is the one she chooses!”

Cass laughs, holding out her arms for Lauren. “You said you wanted her to get involved.”

“I did,” I agree. “I just didn’t expect to be publicly humiliated on a regular basis.”

Cass laughs even harder as she snuggles Lauren against her chest. “If you practiced your moves, then you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“I practiced until my feet bled.”

“Then you’ll be fine.”

“Except for not being able to dance because of the blisters.”

Cass sighs a little. “That may be an oversight.”

We stand at the edge of the dock for a few more minutes until Cass finally shoves me.

“You’re not getting out of this, Kit,” she says. “Get your butt over there.”

“Alright, alright,” I mutter, giving my daughter a kiss on the head before hurrying over to the back courtyard.

The place has been transformed into a magical grove, with fairy lights, decorative wreaths, and delicate flower arrangements. Soft music plays while Joe happily pours champagne at a small bar set up at the cottage.

Worst of all, the center of the courtyard is set up with a huge raised dance floor made out of smooth mahogany.

I’m wondering if I can slip back into the crowd when Lexa spots me and hurries around the dance floor to grab my hand.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she warns. “I know what you were thinking.”

I sigh. “You always know what I’m thinking.”

“It’s not hard. You’re an open book.”

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“Don’t change the subject!”

I can tell by her slight blush that she enjoys the compliment, though.

Her jet-black hair has grown out a little over the past year and is now streaked with vibrant ocean blue.

It almost perfectly matches the color of her silk dress, a stunning number with a low, square neckline, tight waist, and full, flowing skirt.

Since Lexa had Lauren, her curves have filled out even further. I can barely keep my hands off her on an ordinary day, let alone when she looks like this.

Apparently, there’s some kind of stigma that men stop finding their wives attractive after they’ve been pregnant, but if everyone is getting a fuller ass and bigger breasts, then who’s complaining? Only the mad or the very stupid, I imagine.

Lexa squeezes my hand and tugs me towards the dance floor.

“Do we really have to?” I complain.

“Yes, we do,” Lexa states.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

A great sigh heaves through my chest as I resign myself to the situation.

“Okay. If it’s something you really want, then I’m all in.”

“Good,” she mutters, pulling me into the center of the floor and kissing me gently on the lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Loretta’s voice sounds through a loudspeaker. “I present to you Alpha Kit and Luna Lexa. They are here to perform the formal dance that renews their union each year—a celebration of their vows. Enjoy.”

The crowd claps politely, and I hear a few irreverent cheers. Sweet strains of music float through the air, and I put my arms around Lexa and begin to move.

The dance is loosely based on a samba but has elements of a waltz as well.

The steps are complex, and I have to use considerable athletic ability to spin and twirl.

Some of the steps take me dangerously close to the edge of the floor, but I smoothly correct our course and spin Lexa back to the center.

Lexa moves with unbelievable grace, her every step smooth and fluid. She bends in my arms, dipping and twirling. As we dance, I can’t help but notice how gorgeous she is as her breasts sway and her hips shimmy.

Okay, maybe this is the point of the dance—to make us super horny for each other.

It’s fucking working.

The music increases in tempo, and so do our steps. The crowd starts to gasp and clap as the moves become more complex, and finally, we come together at the crescendo, finishing with a big dip. I pull Lexa back up into my arms. She laughs, breathless from the exertion.

“That was amazing!” she gasps. “I feel incredible. You looked great out there, babe.”

“So do you,” I murmur, my eyes glued to her chest.

She giggles. “I’m up here.”

“I’m aware,” I say, grinning. “But you’re down here, too.”

She presses herself against me, squeezing my hand as we leave the stage. Couples are coming up from the crowd, and new music is starting to play.

“It was good of you to bring back some of the formalities for Loretta,” I say.

“Well, I didn’t do it for just that reason,” Lexa says. “I thought they sounded important, and kind of fun.”

I chuckle. “Okay. You sold me on the fun. The dance was pretty great.”

We keep walking slowly towards the trees, leaving the party behind. Lexa looks at me and grins.

“Is Lauren in good hands?” she asks.

“I left her with Cass, so she’s probably surrounded by at least a dozen babysitters by now.”

“Wonderful,” Lexa says, leaning against me. “Let’s go and satisfy the rest of the tradition, then.”

“I’m sorry?”

“To make love in the forest, of course. It rejuvenates the land.”

I grin. “It’s rejuvenating me already.”

Lexa laughs, reaching down to the front of my pants and squeezing. “Wow. You’re ready to rock and roll.”

“I don’t know about that,” I say, frowning. “I’ve never been good with a guitar. But I am ready to fuck.”

Lexa giggles as she pulls me down into the soft grass, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. “Will you stop?” she asks.

“Never. Not even if you beg me.”

“Good.”

She covers my mouth with hers, pushing me back onto the ground with my arms trapped behind me. I struggle a bit, but her weight on my shoulders holds me down.

Lexa moans as she explores my mouth with her tongue. I open myself up to her, relaxing in her grip. I’ve learned that she needs this freedom, this control, and I’ve also learned that I love being restrained.

Why anyone would be threatened by the concept of lying helplessly in your lover’s arms and having constant orgasms at their will is completely beyond me.

Lexa makes a sharp sound of frustration as she reaches down, fumbling with my zipper. She gets her fingers tangled and sits up, frowning.

“You want my cock so soon?” I ask, curious. “You don’t want my tongue?”

“Oh, my honey,” she says, biting her lip and looking at me with wide, hungry eyes. “You have the best ideas.”

“That’s why you married me.”

“Okay,” she says, slowly wriggling up my body. “We can go with that, if you like. I won’t mention your fantastic tongue or incredible cock.”

“Well, wait a minute,” I say, struggling involuntarily as I try to gesture, remembering that my arms are trapped. “You can certainly mention them.”

“Shut up,” she says, straddling my face with her thighs. “Use your tongue for something else.”

Lexa leans forward, stroking my hair with one hand as she sits on my face. I try to moan, only manage to mumble, and then give up, opening my mouth and lapping with my tongue.

She rocks back and forth slowly, teasing my scalp with one hand. Every now and then, I forget that I’m restrained and try to grab her ass or her thighs. Then I feel the cutting pressure of the jacket on my arms and fall limp again.

Being restrained just enhances the pleasure, especially like this…

Lexa cries out, thrusting her hips forward. She buries her hand in my hair, pulling on it gently. I lap at her pussy, trying to lick through every fold and crevice and tease every edge with my lips.

She shivers above me, twisting my hair briefly as she comes, grinding on my face as her climax ripples through her. She cries out and almost screams, but the sounds of the carnival nearby are full of such sounds, and I’m not worried anyone will hear us.

Even if they do, what difference does it make? We’re probably not the only couple sneaking out here to bang.

Lexa tumbles off me, falling beside me onto her back. She wraps herself loosely around me, gasping and giggling as she shivers with pleasure.

I sit up, wrestling my jacket off me and rolling over to pin Lexa to the ground.

“Got you!”

“Oh, no,” she moans. “What shall I do?”

“Lie back and enjoy yourself,” I whisper, kissing her gently. She kisses me back, squirming against me as her hands pull my shirt up and stroke my sides.

I grab the edges of her blue dress and tug on it, making her breasts pop out.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face between her huge, soft tits and moan as I devour her, nibbling and kissing trails over her skin until I find her nipples with my lips and suck on them, one after the other.

Lexa writhes under me, gasping as she grabs the back of my head, urging me on. When my cock is so hard that I can’t take another second, I reach down and yank my zipper down, wriggling to get my pants off as I run my hands up Lexa’s thighs.

She thrusts her hips towards me, her breath coming fast as she looks into my eyes. I stroke her face with my left hand, reaching for my cock with the other and keeping my eyes locked right on hers.

As my cock slides into her, I see her eyes widen, and her whole body goes still. I lean my forehead against hers, enjoying the moment as our hearts begin to beat as one. I feel her slick, hot pussy tighten around me, and I thrust forward a little more, locking us together even further.

She squirms a little, moving me inside her, and wraps her legs around me.

I stay still, pinning her to the ground as she tries to thrust against me.

Her hands dig into my back, and her heels dig into my ass as she wrestles with my body.

Another orgasm explodes into her, making her gasp and scream.

She clings to me as the waves of pleasure crash through her.

When the tremors subside, I look into her face, seeing her eyes wide and all her inhibitions gone. I kiss her softly, then thrust into her, slowly at first, then harder and faster, until both of us are crying out, clinging together, my pleasure feeding off hers.

Suddenly, Lexa wraps herself around me even more tightly and throws her head back, screaming at the sky. My cock swells inside her as moans rip from my throat, my entire body held on the edge until I feel her pussy spasming around me. My cock finally pumps and blows deep inside her.

Reality fades away, and there is only the chaotic sensation of our hearts beating wildly and our breathing heaving in and out. Lexa stays wrapped around me, her legs tightly squeezing me as her hands stroke my back.

“Never,” she whispers against my cheek. “Never let go, my love.”

“I won’t,” I whisper back. “If you don’t.”

She turns her face towards me, and I look into her beautiful eyes before pressing my lips to hers and falling into another deep, sensual kiss. She wriggles beneath me, encouraging me, and I feel my passion rising again already.

It will never fade. Not for this woman. Never.

“Never,” I whisper, and Lexa kisses my cheek again, clinging to me.

“Never,” she answers. “I’ll never let go.”

“Neither will I, my love. I will hold you in my arms forever.”

I wrap my arms around her, letting her scent surround me, immersing myself in her beauty and her love. Knowing that no matter what comes, my words are true, and my future is set.

*****

THE END

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