Mary smiled. “It was, erm, the men in the pack I was with didn’t like me. I was too fat.” Heat filled her cheeks at the sympathy in Jane’s eyes.
“Honey, there are men out there who like a bit of meat on their women. Max doesn’t even allow me to go on a diet anymore. He banned diets and all healthy food from the house. Max considers his passions the best kind of exercise.”
It was Jane’s turn to grow red in the face.
Smiling, Mary found herself liking Max from Jane’s description.
Glancing to the far wall she saw the men were still watching them. “Why are they staring?” she asked.
“The men stare, Mary. When I tell you men like their women with meat, well, some of the men in Zeke’s pack are the ones who love us women with curves.” Jane started eating.
Feeling their stares, Mary struggled to eat. With only half of it eaten she stood, finished.
Jane stopped her. “Zeke has orders, and I’m not in the dark, Mary. Sit, eat, you need to keep your strength up.”
Sitting back down, Mary picked her spoon up like a scolded child.
“She giving you trouble?” Zeke asked, entering the kitchen with Max behind him. Keeping her head bowed over her food, Mary tried to ignore the warmth his voice created in her body. No man should have that kind of power.
“Not at all. I like her, Zeke. You better be keeping her.”
Mary couldn’t believe they were talking about her as if she wasn’t there. Max seemed to take pity on her as he took Jane in his arms. “Stop matchmaking, woman. You’ve got me to take care of.”
“Baby, I want others to find the kind of happiness that we have.”
Max slapped Jane on the ass. “Come on, you can show me some lovin’.”
The two disappeared out of the door. She noticed the men who’d been staring at her had disappeared as well.
Zeke served himself some soup. Mary ate her own and was surprised as Zeke took two more bowls and ate a loaf of bread with his food.
When he was finished, he stood, did the dishes, and then moved to her. She’d never known another man to be able to eat more than her.
There’s not any man to compare it to.
“Come on.” He took her hand and led her upstairs. Zeke stopped on the third floor, opening a door.
One aspect of her turning was that she was now able to see in the dark well. Jessica lay on her side, fast asleep. “She’ll be cared for.”
Nodding, she followed him upstairs. There were not many people around. “Where is everyone?”
“After a run some stay behind until the morning. Others leave after a run. This is not a prison, Mary. This house is for my pack to run and be free.”
Not saying anything she walked into his bedroom, which was dominated by a square bed at the far wall. She saw the four posts surrounded it and what had her gasping were the silk ties wrapped around each post. Mary had watched enough bondage videos to know what they were.
Turning around, she jumped as the door shut and locked.
“Take your clothes off,” Zeke said. He was leaning against the door. She watched him pocket the key. “You’re my toy, Mary. I think I’ve been very nice, and now I want payment.”
He took a step into the room.
She moved back as he advanced toward her. There was nowhere for her to run. Facing him, Mary knew this was what she signed up for.
Think about the need. The burning fire and the ache you’ve been having. Give in.
For one month she could be his toy, and she’d be able to walk away.
Tugging on the damp shirt, she pulled it over her head. Her thick stomach embarrassed her, and she covered her hand over it. Shit, how could she do this? He was a Greek god while she was a tubby half breed.
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Moving forward Zeke grabbed her hands, pushing them out of the way. He wasn’t going to give her chance to hide from him. All night he’d been holding this off, but he could wait no longer. She was his, and he intended to take full advantage of her body. Women were too slender in the packs he’d visited. He screwed them even though he found little to no satisfaction with them.
Mary was all woman. Her curves were driving him crazy, and knowing the scent of innocence had nothing to do with her being a virgin, Zeke couldn’t wait to slam inside her.
“You will not cover yourself up. I want to see every part of you.” He lifted her face up to see him with a finger underneath her chin. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Tears shone in her eyes. She kept them at bay, pulling out of his arms.
She unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, lowering the zipper.
Zeke watched her wriggle out of her jeans. Holy f**k, look at those thighs. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his hips. They were firm and fleshy. She would mark easily, as her skin was so pale.
When she was stood in her underwear, Zeke pulled her into the center of the room. He circled around her body. The plain white cotton underwear did nothing for her figure. Zeke stood close inhaling her sweet, fresh fragrance. From her smell alone he was ready to come.
“I like the way you smell,” he said, breathing her in.
Her body shook. Reaching around, he placed his palm against her stomach. Her arousal was building even though she clearly didn’t want it to. The sounds in the room were from her deeply indrawn breaths. Pushing her hair out of the way, he laid kisses along the back of her neck. Drawing her back, he felt her skin next to his. He felt covered in loads of a little pulses as they touched.
What was it about her that drew him in? He’d never responded to a woman the way he was to Mary. The half breed was infecting his mind.
Fuck her, take her, claim her.
The mantra was running through his mind as well as the need within his wolf. The dark black wolf was whining, begging to bite and f**k her.
Down, boy.
Stroking a finger down her arm, he kissed her neck feeling her melt against him. Her submission would be sweet. Her body would cave under his command.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said. “When you leave here you’ll know what it’s like to be f**ked, to be owned by an Alpha.”
She gasped, and he turned her to face him.
Keeping his hands around her back, he tore the bra from her body followed by her panties. Lifting the torn panties into the air, he showed them to her. They were covered in the scent of her arousal. “You want me, Mary.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.” He made her move by stepping close. She backed away from him, collapsing onto the bed, just where he wanted her.