The Alpha's Toy(22)

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.





Chapter Seven





After she phoned work organizing the vacation time for the month to spend as Zeke’s toy, Mary was able to relax. She loved her life as a human. Yes, there was no one to live her life with and she never trusted men, but it was her life. She enjoyed baking and helping out at the homeless shelter several blocks from her apartment. Work as a receptionist in the advertising firm was fun. No one, apart from the close employees, ever remembered her. She liked her life like that. Mary had watched women who struggled to work because of all of the male attention.

There was a time she’d wanted something similar, but then she’d wised up. No one would ever bother her enough to make working hard. She didn’t know everyone who worked in the building as she didn’t venture farther than the ground floor staff room. Max stood with her as Jane was inside making breakfast for the members of Zeke’s pack who’d stayed behind.

She wasn’t allowed to leave the house unless Max or one of the men was with her.

“I’m not going to flee,” she said. “I struck a bargain for Jessica’s life. I’m not going to leave before I’ve fulfilled my part of the bargain.” Besides, she wasn’t ready to leave the sex behind. Zeke had awakened something inside her. For the first time since being bitten she was starting to feel like her old self again. She had always felt ill and filled with burning heat. Since Zeke had been fucking her, she’d been able to focus and remain calm throughout. Last night had been hot as hell. She’d loved the minutes when she was able to be on top taking his cock deeply within her.

“I’m not here in order to stop you fleeing,” Max said, looking up at the sunshine.

The sunlight did feel rather lovely today, Mary thought.

“Then why?”

“Since finding out … some things, he wants you protected.”

Jessica was sat inside with Jane, eating. Glancing behind her at the door Mary saw the young girl’s shoulders were hunched over her bowl of cereal. She’d not been the same since she had gone out with Zeke.

“He wouldn’t have killed her, you know,” Max said, drawing her attention away from the other girl.

“What do you mean?”

“Zeke, the Alpha. He’s a tough man, but he’s not a bad man. She didn’t smell like the others. Neither did you. He wouldn’t have killed you.” Max smirked. “I imagine when you offered to give him anything he couldn’t resist your tempting offer.”

Heat filled her cheeks. Max wasn’t being mean. He didn’t have the first clue as to what her life had been like before she met Zeke. The men loved to tease her about her curves.

“I’ve hurt you,” Max said, looking remorseful.

“What?” Mary shook her head.

“You lie badly. Every type of emotion has a certain smell. I can detect it.” He tapped his nose.

Tucking some hair behind her ear, she ran her hand down her shirt front. Zeke had allowed her to wear clothes while others were at the house. She’d begged him this morning so she could have some dignity.

“It’s nothing. Just the men are not all that nice with, erm, my shape,” she said, feeling her cheeks getting hotter.

“I’m sorry. I don’t always think. Men can be such assholes.” Max looked sheepish.

“This is not the kind of conversation I want to be having,” Mary said, heading away from the house. Her humiliation was complete.

“We’re all different,” Max said, following her.

“What?”