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problem at all.” He had that gleam in his eye again. “Of course, there’s always the issues of the bedclothes.”
    “The bedclothes. What about them?”
    “You don’t have the traditional scenting of the bedclothes in your pack?’
    My, my, this pack was full of interesting traditions. “Ah, no. Do please explain.”
    “The morning after the wedding, the bedclothes should be saturated with the scent of sex. That is how
    the Alpha proves that he has claimed, and satisfied, his bride. We hand it out the door to one of my
    brothers. He cuts it up into pieces, and hands the pieces out to the assembled single male and female
    wolves, who scent the material, and then there is a mating frenzy. Big ole orgy right there”
    “Seriously?”
    He burst out laughing. “You should see your face right now. You’re red as a stopsign.”
    “So…you were kidding?”
    “Oh, hell no. If there’s no bedclothes handed out…well, it’s never happened. The pack would question
    my virility. I probably couldn’t be Alpha any more. I’d never be able to start my own pack.” His face had taken on a mock tragic expression.
    Oh, wow. No pressure at all.
    “Uh…But what if the marriage ended in three weeks? How would that look? Wouldn’t that also make
    people question your virility?”
    “Let’s worry about that then, shall we?”
    Before I had a chance to argue, he swept me off my feet with his shifter strength, and carried me down
    the hall and to the bedroom. He dropped me on to the bed.
    “By the way, I don’t know how you do things where you’re from, but tradition says that in the
    bedroom, the Alpha always takes the lead. I am the boss in the bedroom. End of story, period.”
    While I was still spluttering with indignation, he grabbed the front of my shirt with his two hands and ripped it in half.
    “Hey!” I squealed. “I don’t have another shirt!”
    “Well then. I guess you’re trapped in the bedroom with me. Or, if you want me to get you another one,
    you’ll have to ask very, very nicely. I do accept sexual favors as bribes.”
    He grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them off before I could argue with him.
    Then, he gestured at the table full of sex toys.
    “You know what happens when a pack member disrespects an Alpha, don’t you?”
    Yes, I must certainly did.
    “Well, er, in California the Alphas tend to be very forgiving,” I lied. “They tend to give the offender a second chance.”
    That was not true. Nowhere in the world was it a good idea to show disrespect, or in any way displease
    an Alpha.
    “Really? If I called your pack to verify that, what would they say?”
    My cheeks heated, and I stared at the ground.
    “Oh, Josephine, you are getting yourself in deeper and deeper,” he said.
    “I see that now,” I murmured. “Too late for a do-over?”
    He laughed at that. “I’m going to let you pick your implement of punishment.” So, that would be a no.
    I looked over the table hesitantly. “Um.”
    “Or, I can pick.”
    That sounded dangerous. I quickly pointed at a riding crop. He grabbed it, picked it up, and handled it lovingly.
    “Lie face down on the bed,” he said sternly.
    “By the way,” he added, “Your safe word is tomato. I would never take a woman who doesn’t want me.
    If you say the safe word, I will stop immediately, and go to sleep in my own bedroom.”
    Meekly, I turned around and complied. The comforter was silky and soft, and smelled sweet, like pine
    needles.
    I tensed, waiting for the blow, but instead he trailed his fingers lovingly along my buttocks. Everywhere that he touched, my skin lit up with pleasure.
    “You like it when I do that?” he crooned.
    “No,” I lied again.
    He ran his fingers along my pussy lips, which were oozing with the juices of my arousal. I whimpered
    in pleasure, and squirmed at his touch.
    Crack! The whip came down, and struck my buttocks, living a stinging stripe on my skin. I jerked and
    cried out.
    “I’m your