Page 24 of The Alpha’s Forced Plus-Size Mate (Silverfang Creek Wolves #3)

I was floating, my head in the clouds, my stomach in knots, and I hadn’t even been drinking. In the distance, I could hear the sound of violins being played, signaling exactly where I was to go—my own wedding ceremony.

It was Halloween. My wedding day. And I was getting ready to walk down the aisle to meet my mate, the love of my life, Daniel Turner.

I was so nervous that I wanted to shift and bolt through the forest—not to get away from Danny, but just to burn off some of the energy whirling around in me. I could barely hold onto my bouquet of blood-red roses.

My fingers trembled as I adjusted the hem of my leather wedding dress—a sleek, tailored piece that was both unconventional and perfectly me. Penny was an artist of the top caliber. I mean, who else would be able to make a leather wedding dress on such short notice? I had been hesitant about it at first, but when she first put me into the finished piece, I saw the vision. I was all curves, and the intricate floral embroidery on the bodice caught the light, giving the rugged material an unexpected elegance.

Gently, I touched my head. Hair, check. Then my lips. Makeup, check. I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

I couldn’t wait to be Danny’s wife, but damn, being the center of attention was still so new to me.

We chose a gorgeous outdoor venue tucked away in a forest grove. When it was fully decorated, it looked almost like another world—a fairy garden dripping in tiny lights and flower petals. The leaves were changing color, painting everything in the shades of autumn. If I squinted, I could see the guests seated on long wooden benches, waiting for me.

I couldn’t see Danny, though. The trees perfectly hid him from view, so when we saw each other in our wedding attire, it would really be the first time.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You can do this, Naomi.

Faye and Hector had made it to the wedding, along with a few of the people I had worked with at the storage facility back in Silverfang Creek territory. I didn’t have a father to walk me down the aisle, but luckily, Danny’s father was thrilled to do the honor.

Peter stood beside me, his arm outstretched for me to take. He wore a simple but classic black suit, his silver hair neatly combed back, and a proud smile on his face. “You ready, Kiddo?” he asked. We had been standing still for an excessive amount of time, but at least he was patient with me.

I was lightheaded. My stomach hurt. But those were all excuses. It was time.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I whispered, taking his arm. My heart was beating so hard that I could feel my pulse in my temples. The scent of wildflowers filled the air, mingling with the faint woodsy aroma of the forest, bringing me back to reality as we took the first steps down the path.

“You’re doing great,” Peter encouraged. “When you’re up there with him, everything else will fade away.”

I really hoped he was right.

The trees were dense enough that I couldn’t see the ceremony site in full, though I knew Danny was there, waiting. We’d kept to tradition—or as close to tradition as a biker pack wedding could get—and avoided seeing each other in our wedding attire until this moment. It was the most time I’d spent apart from Danny since I was brought to him. I missed him, and the anticipation of being with him once again thrummed through me.

The path curved around a towering oak, and as we turned the corner, it felt like the world stopped spinning. There he was.

Danny stood at the end of the aisle, framed by the open sky and the colorful leaves. He wore a classic tuxedo but with his own flair—a black leather vest under the jacket, the edges of it peeking out just enough to show. His dark hair was combed back neatly, but a single rebellious strand fell across his forehead. His gray eyes locked onto mine, widening for a fraction of a second before softening into an expression so full of love and awe that it almost made me giggle.

He looked like he was seeing the world for the first time.

I barely noticed the murmurs from the seated pack members or the rustle of movement as they turned to watch me. My gaze was locked on Danny, and his on me. His lips parted, his breath visibly hitching as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The raw emotion on his face made my own eyes fill with tears, but I forced myself to hold them back. Not yet. I wanted to see him clearly, every detail of his face, without the blur of tears.

“You look stunning,” Peter whispered, his voice breaking the trance. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

I smiled through my nerves, squeezing his arm in gratitude. We reached the end of the aisle, and Peter gave Danny a firm nod before placing my hand in his. “Take care of her,” he said gruffly, though his eyes twinkled with approval.

Danny took my hand as if it were something fragile and precious, his fingers warm and steady. “Always,” he promised.

The ceremony was simple but beautiful. The altar was a rustic wooden arch adorned with wildflowers and ivy, the perfect blend of natural and untamed, just like us. The officiant, a longtime pack member, spoke of love and loyalty, weaving the words with a quiet reverence.

When it came time to exchange vows, Danny went first. He held my hands tightly, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. “Naomi,” he began, his voice steady but thick with feeling. “Before you, I thought my life was set. I thought I was destined to walk a path of darkness. But then you came, and you didn’t just light the way—you gave me a reason to walk it. You are my strength, my partner, my everything. I promise to stand beside you, to protect you, and to love you for the rest of my life. You saved me, Naomi, and I’ll spend the rest of my days making sure you know what that means to me.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks, unstoppable now. I had to take a shaky breath before I could speak. “Danny,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ve spent so much of my life feeling like I didn’t belong, like I didn’t deserve the kind of happiness I saw in others. But then I met you, and you made me feel like I belonged for the first time. You showed me what it means to be loved, truly loved, and I’ll never stop being grateful for that. You’re my anchor, my home, my everything. I promise to stand with you through anything and everything.”

Danny’s thumb brushed away a tear that slipped down my cheek as the officiant announced us married. “You may kiss the bride,” he said, and Danny wasted no time pulling me close, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. The pack erupted in cheers and howls, their joy ringing through the air.

As Danny pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and he whispered, “You’re mine forever, Naomi.”

“And you’re mine,” I whispered back, my heart soaring as the pack surrounded us, welcoming me not just as Danny’s mate, but as their queen.

***

We were married. Danny was my HUSBAND. I could barely believe it, even after the four-hour drive to Tybee Island, where Danny had rented us a private beachside cottage for our mini honeymoon.

With the demonic threat still looming, we didn't want to be away from the pack for too long. But dammit, we deserved some time alone.

The sun was setting when Danny pulled the truck into the tiny driveway next to the cottage. The ocean was only a little more than twenty feet away, and I could hear it gently rolling across the sand.

It was perfect.

“You ready?” Danny asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

I grinned, excitement fluttering in my stomach. “Definitely.”

Danny came around to the passenger side and opened the door for me, offering his hand. I took it, and he swept me up into his arms, his lips brushing against mine.

“Let's go,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

After carrying me across the threshold, he grabbed our bags from the bed of the truck and bounded up the steps to the porch. The cottage was small and cozy, with whitewashed walls and a shingled roof. It looked like it had been built in the 1950s, and the interior was decorated with simple furniture and seaside-themed decor.

I loved it immediately.

Danny set the bags down by the front door and took my hand. “Ready to check out the bedroom?”

“Is that a trick question?” I teased, letting him lead me down the hall.

The bedroom was at the end of the hallway, with a king-sized bed covered in a fluffy white duvet and a window overlooking the beach.

“Wow,” I breathed, taking it all in.

Danny wrapped his arms around me from behind, nuzzling my neck. “I'm glad you like it. Now, let's get you out of these clothes.”

I laughed as he started tugging at the hem of my sundress, lifting my arms so he could pull it over my head. “No swimming first, then?”

“No way. Don't you know we need to consummate this marriage, or it isn't official?”

I giggled. “Danny. We've consummated our MATING plenty. I'm not sure we'd be in trouble if we went for a little swim—oh—oh, keep doing that. Forget everything I just said.”

He'd gotten the dress up and off and his lips were now busy working their way across my collarbone. “Don't worry. We can make time for swimming later.”

I shivered as his fingers skimmed over the sensitive swell of my abdomen. “Good.”

Danny turned me in his arms, his eyes dark with desire. “But right now, I want to focus on you.”

I leaned into him, nipping at his bottom lip, feeling light as a feather. “Focus away, Alpha.”

Danny's eyes flashed, and a thrill ran down my spine. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to the bed. There, he laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down my bare stomach.

I reached out to trace his jaw with my fingertips. “So are you.”

He smirked, then dipped his head to kiss his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower, pausing to pay extra attention to each nipple.

I gasped, tangling my hands in his hair, holding him close. He seemed to enjoy it because he spent a good amount of time there, lavishing my breasts with kisses, licks, and gentle nips. By the time he moved lower, I was squirming beneath him, desperate for more.

“Patience, Wife,” he teased, his breath hot against my skin.

I groaned, tugging at his hair. “You're the worst.”

“Am I?” he asked, sliding a finger along the length of my slit.

"Yes,” I moaned, bucking my hips.

“Hmm. Then maybe I should stop.”

“No! Please. Don't.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying having the upper hand. “Then flip over for me. Ass in the air.”

I was a little lust-addled, the attention he paid to my nipples having made me wet and anxious for his touch. “What?"

“You heard me. Roll over.”

I hesitated, then did as he asked. He tugged at my hips, helping me into the right position, and then his hands were on my ass, squeezing and massaging.

“This is a nice view.”

“Glad you like it." I breathed, all but purring as his massage kicked up in intensity.

“I sure fucking do,” Danny rumbled, giving one of my ass cheeks a quick smack, making me yelp. “I'm going to eat your pussy with you bent over like this, and when you come, I'm going to fuck you senseless. How does that sound?”

My eyes rolled back in my head, and my mouth went dry. “It sounds amazing,” was all I could manage.

He chuckled, then parted my thighs, spreading me wide. His tongue stroked my folds, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. He lapped at me, licking and sucking, his stubble scraping against my skin. I gasped, gripping the sheets, my body trembling. He was merciless, teasing and torturing me until I was a panting, begging mess.

“Please,” I gasped. “I need you.”

“Oh, you'll have me, Sweetheart. All of me.”

As he spoke, Danny slid two fingers inside me, curling them upward to stroke that sweet spot. I cried out, pleasure coiling tightly in my core. He thrust his fingers into me, faster and deeper, while his tongue swirled around my clit. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body responding to his touch like it had been made for it. When Danny repeated his earlier action, spanking each of my cheeks in quick succession, the little bite of pain intensified everything. He took great pleasure in that discovery.

“You like to be spanked, huh? I'm going to have a lot of fun testing that out.”

I couldn't respond; I could barely breathe. He had reduced me to a quivering mass of sensation, and all I could do was surrender to it.

I was close, so close. Danny could tell, and he increased his efforts, fucking me with his fingers, his tongue swirling and flicking. I was teetering on the edge, my body taut as a bowstring. And then, he did something completely unexpected. He slapped my ass hard, and I came apart, crying out his name as I climaxed.

The intensity of my orgasm caught me by surprise. It left me shaking and breathless. Danny held me, whispering words of praise and affection as I came down from the high.

I tried to collapse onto my belly, feeling boneless and sated, but Danny caught me. “Ah, ah, keep that ass up for me, Wife. We're only halfway done.”

I shivered, the aftershocks of my climax still rolling through me while I listened to Danny undress behind me. My whole body felt like Jello, and I could barely hold myself up, but the anticipation of feeling him inside me again was enough to keep me in place.

He knelt behind me, the heat of his body searing into mine. He leaned over me, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you ready for me, Naomi?”

I nodded. Words were beyond my ability.

He chuckled a low, sexy sound that made my pulse race. “Good. Because I've been thinking about fucking you like this all fucking day. Especially when I saw you in that leather dress.”

A jolt of desire shot through me, and I pressed back against him, desperate for more. He growled, the sound vibrating through me, and then his cock was pressing into me, filling me completely.

“Oh!”

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, Baby,” Danny groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “So tight, so wet.”

I moaned, rocking backward, needing him deeper. He obliged, thrusting harder, his cock hitting just the right spot. The pressure was building again, and my body was already primed for another orgasm. Danny fucked me relentlessly, his pace hard and fast, the wet, slapping, erotic sounds filling the air. He took what he wanted but made sure that I was enjoying it just as much as he was, peppering kisses along my spine as he thrust in and out.

I could feel him losing control, his rhythm faltering, his breathing becoming more ragged. He reached around, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb. I gasped, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“Come for me, Naomi,” Danny commanded.

And I did, shattering into a million pieces, crying out his name as my body clenched around his cock in spasms. He thrust deep, grinding against me, and I could feel him pulsing inside my pussy, his release mingling with mine. We stayed like that for a moment, locked together in perfect ecstasy, neither of us wanting to move.

Finally, Danny eased out of me and collapsed onto the bed, pulling me with him. We lay there, catching our breath, basking in the afterglow.

“Holy shit,” I murmured, still trying to get my bearings.

“Agreed.” Danny exhaled.

I snuggled closer to him, sighing happily. The setting sun was streaming through the window, and it was warm on my bare skin. I was starting to feel drowsy when Danny spoke again.

“Hey Naomi, remember when I said this was a private beach? That no one is around to see us?”

I was only half paying attention. “Mmhmm.”

“Still want to swim?”

Eyes closed, I shook my head once. “Later.”

When he spoke again, his voice was wicked. “Actually, I was thinking now.”

Before I knew it, I was in Danny's arms, and he was carrying me out the back door and into the sand, both of us still naked. I was fully awake in an instant, screeching, “Hey! What the hell are you doing?”

Danny was laughing a full, body-shaking laugh as he carried me into the surf. “Swimming.”

He was waist-deep when he slowly plopped me into the water, and I surfaced, pushing my soaking wet hair out of my face, ready to murder my brand-new husband. “Oh, you asshole—”

“Hey, hey, that's Mr. Asshole to you.” He was still grinning, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I'm going to kill you!” I was sputtering; the water was cold, but the expression on his face was so funny that I couldn't help but join in his laughter.

“Maybe,” he said, scooping me up in his arms again. “But let me have my way with you first. I promise you won't regret it.”

And with that, he kissed me hard and deep, his hands roaming over my body.

As it turned out, he was right.