The unknown always scared her. The men and women in the pack took great satisfaction in ignoring her apart from ridiculing and mocking her. Wiping a hand over her face, she let out a breath. Her life had changed in a blink of an eye.
After she finished washing, she wrapped the large white towel around her body then headed toward the mirror. She wiped away the steam and checked out the red sores around her neck. They would disappear soon, but they irritated her.
She ran her fingers over the red line, gritting her teeth.
You’re away. You’re free.
Clara wasn’t free. She was at the mercy of a man she didn’t know. Was Nick hiding some horrid secret? Why was he outlawed?
None of the answers she wanted would come to her through her reflection. Letting out a frustrated growl, she left the bedroom.
Coming up short, she saw an oversized shirt resting on the bed. The shirt hadn’t been there when she left the room. She checked the door before standing before the bed. Clara couldn’t help but be touched. He’d left her a shirt to wear.
Drying her body, she quickly put the large shirt over her head, smelling him instantly. She was shocked the fabric fit over her large body. Smiling, she climbed into bed and settled down. Maybe he wasn’t so awful after all.
Chapter Three
Nick left the shirt, but he didn’t leave without looking at her lush body first. He found her naked in the shower with eyes closed looking up at the shower jet. Her body was so full and round, she made him ache with need to possess her. She’d take the fucking he so wanted to give her.
He left the bathroom before she scented him close by. The smell from the bath soaps along with the noise of the shower would stop her from hearing him. Nick closed all the doors so she wouldn’t know he’d been in apart from the nightshirt.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he ran a hand down his face. His cock was rock hard and showed no signs of diminishing even though he wanted it to. There was no female close enough apart from Clara to fuck.
The game was set. She would fight him at every turn, but he felt the need inside her body. In no time at all she’d be begging him for more, and he intended to give her everything.
Removing his clothes, he didn’t bother with a shower. He changed into a robe then left his room to check through the whole house. No one ever bothered him out here. His security was tight, the electrical systems top of the range.
Going into his security room he checked the cameras and made sure the codes were all in place before locking the front door at the press of a button.
He tried not to think about the kiss or the feel of her lush body pressed against his own. Blocking all the thoughts from his mind, he headed back upstairs, pausing outside of her room. There was no sound coming from behind the door. He half expected her to come out, cursing and shouting at his audacity to enter the room.
Turning the knob, he opened the door to find her curled up in the center of the bed. He entered the room, closing the door behind him. She didn’t make any move. From the sound of her breathing she was in a deep sleep.
Leaning down, he stroked her cheek, hearing her sigh and roll over. Unable to resist holding her, he climbed in beside her, lifting up the cover. She didn’t wake up. Clara must be exhausted not to wake up at the slightest movement.
If anyone tried to get into bed with him, he’d be up like a shot. Years of being an alpha had cemented his own protection.
He eased down then touched her arm. Again, she didn’t wake at all. Frowning, he hated her lack of response.
Why? You could come here every night, and she wouldn’t wake up to push you away.
Smiling at the sudden fun he could have, Nick wrapped his arms around her. She muttered something but curled up against him. Her hand rested underneath her chin. Staring down into her lovely face, he stroked the length of her red hair. The color looked like fire against the lilac pillow. He wondered what it would look like spread across his lap as she took his cock deep into her mouth.
The kiss they shared had been hot, fiery, and set his pulse ablaze with the feel of her against him. When she gave into him, their passion would be epic. There was no other word he could think of to describe their few precious minutes together. Pushing the blanket down, he saw she wore the shirt he gave. So, she would take gifts from him, providing he left them for her and gave her little choice but to accept them. The shirt he’d given her was one he wore late at night when he worked at home. It looked good on her.
From the size, he saw he was bigger than she was in a lot of ways. Running his fingers down her arm, he heard her sigh again. Her response to his kiss had to be a sure sign she was a virgin. There was no way a woman used to the attention would feel that way.