"Argh", I groaned in pain, trying to get up from the bed. My dear mate has f****d me good, so good that I feel like someone has beaten my p***y with a hammer. Now I know why he was asking if I will regret it. I do regret it, regret underestimating my mate. I should have known provoking an Alpha wouldn't be good and in the last few days, I've only provoked him.
"Are you okay?" Maverick pulled on a worried face and then helped me in a sitting position.
"Yeah, it doesn't hurt much. Plus, I'll be fine by evening," I assured him. I don't want him to feel bad because I wanted it as much as he did and I enjoyed everything he did, up until it started to hurt. And when he saw me wincing in pain, he immediately stopped and brought me home, and then cuddled me to sleep.
The sweet things he does af
