Her hands rested on his shoulders. She was so close her lips almost brushing his. The scent of sex and need permeated the air. He couldn’t resist any longer. Twirling a strand of hair between his fingers, he smiled up at her. Zeke wasn’t going to rush. He was enjoying his time with her.
“You got nothing to say?” she asked.
“I’ll answer your question when you answer mine.” He caressed her hair, stroking his fingers through the length.
She stayed over him. Her breath fanned his face, and she widened the space between their lips.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, his gaze roamed over her body. Her nipples were hard pebbles poking at his chest.
“You’re really not going to tell me.”
“You’re my toy, Mary. I can do with you as I please.”
Her eyes dilated as she looked at him.
“Tell me more about your time at the other pack,” he said, wanting to know more. He maneuvered her so she was straddling his hips. Gripping his thick shaft, he slid himself along her creamy slit into her cunt.
“What do you want to know?” She moaned, sliding down his length, taking him to the hilt inside her. He felt the tip bump against her cervix he was so deep.
“Everything.”
Her hands remained on his shoulders as he curved his hands around her hips keeping her still on him. Her creamy cunt gripped him snugly, and there was no other place he’d rather be than inside her.
“They kept me locked in a cell. I think the bars were made out of silver.” She whimpered as he jostled his hips. He didn’t want her memories to be scary. Distracting her from her thoughts, he caressed his fingers up to tease her nipples. “I know they were silver because I reached out to touch them. The metal burned my body. I remember screaming in pain.” Zeke pinched the buds of her breasts, showing her another kind of pleasure mixed with the pain. “I can’t think when you do that.”
“Get used to it. I’ll be fucking you every chance I get.”
She nodded, reopened her eyes and smiled down at him. “You’re torturing me.”
“With the best kind of torture and equipment. My hands.” He showed her his hands. “And my dick.” Cupping her hips he thrust up, and they both cried out. Their wolves were as close as they could get.
“What were the injections?” he asked.
“They said it would tame my wolf.” Mary was struggling to talk. He liked seeing her mind full of the pleasure he was creating.
“In what way?”
“Roger and Dani said I wasn’t capable of allowing my wolf to completely take over. Even when I turn I’m at risk of not turning back.” She licked her lips, opening her eyes. Those amber eyes showed him how close she was to letting go. She’d never turned unless in control of the full moon. Mary clearly had no clue as to the kind of power she possessed. No, she wasn’t as strong as he was, having been born to the life. She wouldn’t have the kind of control he had, but with practice he could train her. “Both of them told me I wouldn’t survive if I gave in. I took the injections every time they offered. I didn’t want to die. I don’t lead an exciting life or a fulfilling life, but I don’t want to die.”
Sitting up, he cupped her cheek. “I’m not going to kill you.” There was no way for him to kill the woman fated to be his. Slowly, hour after hour he was recalling her scent, and Mary was finally starting to smell like he remembered.
Going to her neck, he leaned in close inhaling her fresh fragrance that was no longer masked by chemicals or other crap they were hurting her with. She was starting to smell like heaven.
Turning her onto her back, Zeke pulled out of her only to slam back inside. Her arms circled his neck holding onto him as he fucked her hard and fast. The times they’d been together he’d not worn a condom. Zeke had no intention of wearing any rubber. She was fertile and his mate. It was time for him to give Mary what he should have been giving her a long time ago. The heat she’d been suffering was because of him.
No other male would approach her with his own claim over her. Every time he took her other wolves would be able to smell him all over her body. The possessive wave that swept over him startled Zeke. She’d gone from being his toy to meaning something more. The moment she’d spoken up over the crowd of full breeds to save the girl, Zeke had known there was something different about her. He’d not been wrong. This woman, his woman, was everything he wanted. His pack needed a queen, and he knew with the respect coming from his pack, they would accept her as their own.
Slamming inside her, Zeke brought her to orgasm before he found his own. He would keep her safe, but he also needed to get to the bottom of why her other pack had been experimenting.