The Art of Submission

"You could've warned me that you were going to obliterate my walls today."

Trisha was in the back seat recuperating from their intense fuckfest on the side of the road from her job. They had been at it for so long that she was begging for him to cum and Trent just couldn't. He fucking couldn't. He had given her orgasms til she had fucked up his back seat and he was still sitting with blue balls. He faked it. He wasn't a sadist. He knew she had a long day of work with the shit head humans and he didn't want to carry on longer. So he pretended, and thanks to condoms and Trisha being exhausted she didn't even notice.

"Do you want to talk about why it took you so long?"

Trent glanced in the rear view mirror and noticed Trisha still had her eyes closed in the back seat, smiling, still high off her orgasms.

"No."

She sighed loudly and he kept on his driving. He didn't want to go near the pack. He didn't want to see her again.

Fucking War. He wanted to kill that asshole. He was just going to let them stay there? Who the fuck does that. It was plenty of packs for them to stay at and it just had to be this one.

"Why are you driving so slow? Do you want to fuck again?"

Hell no. Fucking Trisha was the last thing on his mind. He didn't want to go back and risk seeing her. Maybe he could just spend the night at Trish's. But what if the holy people were being housed with the single females...then he would run into her anyway.

It was inevitable that he would run into her. It was a huge fuck you from the goddess wrapped up in a pretty bow....or well head dress.

"It's raining that's why I'm driving slow."

Trisha snorted. "Like you care about safety...did you and one of the assholes get into it? Or did you and War get into it? Please don't tell me you were mean to Luna Pomelia. She is sweet as fuck and you being mean to her because she's nice-"

"-It's not because she's nice she's just annoying," Trent snapped. She always acted as if she was clueless and stupid and acted as is if she cared. She didn't care and had no knowledge of anything. Her and War were the blind leading the blind.

"How is a nice person annoying to you, you've got a problem with yourself not her." Was she right? He didn't care at all really. He just wanted to be left alone, completely. "And what about me? I'm nice."

If Trisha and Trent weren't fucking she would be in the same boat as Pomelia. Another annoying pack member who wouldn't leave him alone. "And just as fucking annoying."

"Yet you still fuck me, so hush. Are you hungry or something? What crawled up your ass."

Trent resisted the urge to growl. Instead he flipped on the radio and put his window down. Trisha's scent was annoying the fuck out of him.

"It's raining and you have the window down! Trent what the fuck! Put it back up."

"Your scent is giving me a headache."

"What the fuck are you talking about."

It wasn't giving him a headache but it was getting on his damn nerves. "You smell."

The gasp that came from the back seat made Trent wish he never lied. "What the hell do you mean I smell!"

"It's your body, I don't know you figure it out. You just smell."

Silence ensued before Trisha started back up again. "Since I smell so bad why the hell did you fuck me, Trent. I didn't ask for dick today all I wanted was a freakin ride."