The Alpha's Toy(11)

“Oh God,” she said, screaming out.

Her body was on fire. Tasting her need Zeke wondered how she had survived so long without a male. He couldn’t smell another man on or within her body.

Lifting up, he looked into her eyes. The once dark brown depths were a deep amber as she looked at him. Her wolf was begging for some action as much as the woman.

Mate.

The word whispered through his mind. Zeke felt an answering awareness inside him. Their wolves liked each other. Mary closed her eyes, and when she opened them seconds later they were a dark brown once again.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a man?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to fuck you either way.” No man was keeping him from her.

“No man,” she said, gasping. Touching her skin he felt the heat radiating off her.

“I’ll take care of you.”

Flicking her clit, he felt her come apart within seconds. She screamed, jerking off the bed as her orgasm claimed her. Smiling, he stroked her bud with his fingers as he slid between her thighs. Gripping his cock, he pressed the length between her folds, coating his cock with her cum.

Her hand went to his arm resting by her waist. He bent down, claiming her lips. She moaned, opening up to his kiss. Zeke teased her lips with his tongue, wanting her to open up. Mary gave him entry, and he plundered her mouth, meeting her tongue with his.

Leaving his cock, he grabbed her hand, pressing them to the bed above her head. Locking their fingers together, Zeke deepened the kiss. Fucking left his mind as he took the kiss she gave him.

She moaned, pressing up against him. His shaft bumped her clit, and she cried out. Slowly, he pumped his hips, bumping her clit with every thrust.

Mary’s legs opened wide, giving him the space he needed.

Breaking from her lips, he kissed down to her neck, biting on her pulse. Zeke didn’t break her skin even though he wanted to more than anything. Instead, he sucked on her neck, marking her skin.

Was a month going to be enough?

Leaving one of her hands, he gripped his shaft, needing to be inside her more than anything else. He guided his cock to her entrance.

Sucking on her neck, he felt her writhe underneath him. She looked consumed by pleasure.

With the tip inside her cunt, he gripped her hip and slammed inside her in one hard thrust.

Mary tensed underneath him, and Zeke felt the small tender piece of skin break, letting him know what happened. Anger filled him at her lies.

His cock was deep within her pulsing at the feel of her tight, virginal cunt, which wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Glaring down at her, Zeke saw the tears leak out of her eyes and track down the corners to the bed.

“Why did you lie to me?” he asked, growling the words at her. Zeke didn’t withdraw from her tight heat.

Her nails sank into the flesh of his arms, marking his skin with her scent. Did she even know what she was doing?

No, he doubted she had a single clue what was happening, and he’d just roughly taken her virginity. There was no turning back now. Mary, the half breed wolf who’d agreed to be his toy, was not going anywhere.





Chapter Four





Mary thought they all lied about the pain. Sex was supposed to be natural between everyone. A man and woman fit together like peas in pods or sweetcorn in a husk. She’d never expected the pain. His cock felt large as he stayed still within her.

Biting her lip she stared up into his angry expression. Nothing he said or did would make her feel any better or any worse. She really thought she’d be able to get away with it. At twenty-five years old she assumed she wouldn’t feel a thing. Being on the fuller side she didn’t think it was possible to feel much pain.

Stupid fool.

His hand moved up her body to grip her neck. The menace on his face scared her. Her heart pounded against her chest as she looked at him, begging for him not to hurt her. “Why did you lie to me?” he asked.

Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths trying to gain control of her rioting nerves.

“Answer me and don’t think to lie. The scent of innocence is all over you, and I can smell your fucking blood.” He snarled the words in her face.

Opening her eyes, she glared at him. “Tell you something personal about myself? Are you completely insane?” She pressed against his hand almost daring him to squeeze her neck tighter. Mary knew she would survive so much pressure just not a snapping of the neck, not that anyone would survive that. “You’ve got me as a fucking toy. Do you really expect me to let you know I was a twenty-five year old virgin?”

The more she talked the more she hated the truth that was spilling from her lips.

“You’re twenty-five years old?” he asked, smiling.