Chapter Ten
Mary moaned as she rolled over. Her body was pounding, and the sounds coming from around her were not helping matters. The sun was too hot glaring at her. Falling to the floor she put a hand to her neck feeling the raw flesh that was slightly swollen.
Pulling her hands away she saw her fingers were clear. There was not a drop of blood on her fingers. Standing up, she stumbled into the bathroom where she found a chunk of her neck was red and swollen. Zeke’s loss of control was staring at her blankly. Her hands were fine even though she recalled his paws had come through.
“Mary?” Zeke asked. Turning around she saw him leaning against the door frame, staring at her.
“What? What the hell happened? Why have I suddenly become a fucking chew toy?” She glared at him wondering how she’d survived the night. Pressing a hand to her stomach she was ready to call him out when another female was calling out her name.
Frowning, she stared at Zeke then past his shoulder.
“My mom and dad are here, and they’re making breakfast. Mom makes a mean breakfast. I promise you won’t be disappointed with what she makes,” he said, stepping closer into the room.
“What?” she asked, pressing a hand to her forehead. Mary wasn’t wearing any clothes, and the way she felt at that moment she wasn’t prepared to deal with his parents.
“I know you’ve got a lot of questions,” he said, moving closer.
Mary wanted to move away to not let him touch her, but she couldn’t stop the yearning that built inside her. She wished for his arms wrapped around her.
“I will answer your questions and give you everything your heart desires. All I ask is that you come out and spend some time with my parents. It’s not the whole family, just my parents.”
Denying him was out of the question. “Fine. You’ve got to promise me that we’ll talk, properly talk, and not just have sex.”
The sex is so good.
Ignoring her body she stared at him waiting for him to refuse.
“Fine.”
“Okay, I’ll, erm, put some clothes on.”
Zeke followed her back to the bedroom where he handed her some of his clothing. She wore a long t-shirt with a pair of drawstring shorts. They were too big for her body, but they covered her enough to give her some dignity.
“What if they hate me?” she asked, biting her lip with her nerves.
“Believe me, baby, they do not hate you. Mom wants to castrate me for keeping you to myself.”
“We’ve barely known each other that long,” she said.
“We’ve known each other for over a week, and for a lot of wolves that’s a lifetime already.” Zeke ran his hands up and down her arms.
Was he nervous?
“Come on, they want to meet you, and I’m tired of being hungry.” Zeke took her hand leading her out of the safety of the bedroom.
“Wait, stop,” she said.
“Dear, is that you? Does Mary like her bacon crispy?” the woman said.
“My mother is called Helen, and you know my father’s name,” Zeke said. “How do you like your bacon?”