The Alpha's Toy(15)

Zeke was determined to find both women. He wouldn’t settle until he gave his father back his sister. The woman destined to be his mate was out there. Looking into Mary’s face, he felt his wolf pound against his skin, jolting him.

Pulling away, he dried the damp from his skin and threw the towel into the laundry basket.

He climbed into bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her scent was different from what he remembered in the city.

No, it couldn’t be Mary. Could it?

Shit, Zeke didn’t know what he was going to do. His cock thickened as Mary moaned in her sleep. Until Max got his information Zeke was going to take full advantage of his toy.





Chapter Five





Opening her eyes, Mary glared at the bright light of the sun shining down on her. Last night she hadn’t been facing the window. Recalling the night before she blushed as other body parts protested in the morning light. She moved and became aware of the heavy male arm across her stomach. Turning her head, she found Zeke behind her, sleeping.

He was still there. The last thing she remembered of him was ordering her to sleep before he stormed away. Pain stabbed her deeply at the way he treated her. Biting her lip she tried to pull away from him. His arm tightened around her.

Moving again, Zeke kept her in place.

“You can keep fighting me all you want. I’m not letting you go until you ask nicely,” he said, muttering against her back.

“I need to use the bathroom.” His hand moved down, sliding between her thighs. She gasped even as another flood of arousal swamped her. Mary wished her body wouldn’t betray her with his touch. She didn’t want to like him at all.

Fingers opened the folds of her sex, opening her up.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

He’d fucked her and abandoned her last night. Why did he care at all about if she was sore?

“Answer me?”

Staring out the window Mary tensed at his searching fingers. When he plunged inside her, she cried out. “Yes, I’m sore.”

Still, he didn’t release her. His fingers awakened the passions inside her, and even though she was sore Mary knew she wouldn’t deny him.

All too soon, he removed his hand and left the bed. She squealed as he picked her up, carrying her through to his bathroom. He dumped her on top of the toilet.

“Do your business,” he said, going toward the shower.

She stared down the length of his body. His cock was thick and stood out in front of him. He didn’t pay it any attention as he turned on the water.

Doing her business, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands.

Zeke took her hand, pressing her inside the shower. Standing under the warm water, she faced the cascade letting the water wash away the sleep from her face.

He spun her around and pushed her down onto a seat.

“What are you doing?” she asked. She’d never sat down in the shower.

He crouched down in front of her without answering. His hands went to her thighs, and he opened her legs wide.

She saw his gaze was on her pussy. Turning her head to the side, Mary wanted to be embarrassed by what he was doing.

“I shouldn’t have left you last night,” he said.

Glancing down, she saw he was looking up at her.

“What do you mean?” she asked, hating the pain that sliced through her once again. They hadn’t promised each other anything. Fuck, she was here because she saved Jessica from being killed.

“Last night was your first time. I should have been more considerate to your situation. I was a dick to you.”

He looked sincere as he looked at her.

“It’s okay.” She watched his fingers stroking through her fine pubic hairs.

“No, it’s not. Any guy treated one of my sisters like I did you, I’d put them in the ground without a thought. I’m sorry.”

Mary stayed silent as he washed her. His touch was soothing, and desire started again inside her.

“Where is Jessica?” Mary asked.

“I imagine she’s having breakfast.” His hands were kind and considerate as they washed her. Mary cut off any hope. She wouldn’t be falling for the man who was taking care of her. Zeke was being considerate, but she knew it wasn’t really him. The man before her had a mean streak. He had taken out her whole pack last night.

There was no room for mushy feelings.

“Why were you with Roger and Dani?” he asked, changing the subject. He stood, taking her with him. The stool was pushed to the corner. He spun her to face the spray as he washed her hair.

“They were at the hospital after I was bitten.” She lifted her arm in the air. “The wolf bit my arm. Took a big chunk out of me.” If he looked close enough he’d see the fine silver lines of the scars. Her new wolf blood meant she healed a lot faster than a human. “They told me the hospital couldn’t help me. I was burning up, and the nurses and doctors couldn’t do a thing about it. I left against medical advice, following them out into the world.”