The Art of Submission

?Four?

"Why do you think it took me so long to cum?"

The dramatic gasp happened again. "Oh my god. You know what, next time I smell do me favor and tell me before you fuck the life and thought out of me. Were you trying to spare my feelings."

"Yeah."

"Bull shit. Trent when have you ever cared about anyones feelings but yours." Well she had a point there. "Since you're acting weird and don't want to go back to the pack right now bring me to the mall."

"I'm not your fucking chauffeur."

"Well I'm in the back seat and you're driving me where I want to go. Are you going to take me or not?"

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"I got you a smoothie."

"I don't want it."

Trent could smell the anger radiating off of Trish in waves. She was pissed? He was pissed. He spent three damn hours in the car while she fucking pranced around the mall like she had no care in the world. He was bored out of his mind and should've left but he didn't want to go.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave her it was that he didn't want to head home and risk seeing Arana. He had played at least a dozen scenarios in his head. All ended with him being slapped. He would probably like it too...gods, he was sick.

After he cursed out War he was sure the dumb ass male would want to talk to him once he got back to the alpha house. So not only did he have the painstaking task of potentially seeing Arana but he had to sit down and talk to 'Alpha.' He swore if both Luna and Alpha attempted at taking to him he was going to punch War.

"You want some fries?"

"No."

"Okay fine, Trent! I'm trying to be nice."

Trent was considering ramming the car into the nearest tree. "Being nice isn't having me wait in the fucking car for three goddamn hours while you spend your money on gods know what."

He heard a bag rustling and then something was being thrown at him. "They had a panty sale so I had to buy some. I also got some for Luna too."

A pair of crotchless panties were being thrown in his face and he wanted to frown but he couldn't. They were fucking hot. Damn her. "Like them?"

"I thought you were too tired to fuck again."

Trisha's slim fingers slid over his neck and down his chest. He bit back a growl. Looks like he would be pulling over.

Then she slapped his chest. "I thought my pussy stunk too much to fuck, you asshole."

Yeah he forgot he lied. He was a piece of shit. "I was just being a dick."

"I know, Trent."

The sound of the random radio station blaring in the background stopped the awkwardness of their lack of conversation before Trisha started to talk.

"I'm sleeping over tonight."

"Why."

"Because Becca is having her boy toy over and they sound like dying whales screaming." That was true. Trish's walls were paper thin and her neighbor always fucked the same loud male wolf. He sounded like he was getting killed.

He sighed. "I'm not waking up early to drive you to work."

"Nobody asked you. I have a ride."

Right. A little asshole hunter who just joined the pack not so long ago has been sniffing around Trish. Trent made it perfectly clear to the pup that she wasn't his but apparently he was terrified of Trent.