“Come on.” He took her hand and led her upstairs. Zeke stopped on the third floor, opening a door.

One aspect of her turning was that she was now able to see in the dark well. Jessica lay on her side, fast asleep. “She’ll be cared for.”

Nodding, she followed him upstairs. There were not many people around. “Where is everyone?”

“After a run some stay behind until the morning. Others leave after a run. This is not a prison, Mary. This house is for my pack to run and be free.”

Not saying anything she walked into his bedroom, which was dominated by a square bed at the far wall. She saw the four posts surrounded it and what had her gasping were the silk ties wrapped around each post. Mary had watched enough bondage videos to know what they were.

Turning around, she jumped as the door shut and locked.

“Take your clothes off,” Zeke said. He was leaning against the door. She watched him pocket the key. “You’re my toy, Mary. I think I’ve been very nice, and now I want payment.”

He took a step into the room.

She moved back as he advanced toward her. There was nowhere for her to run. Facing him, Mary knew this was what she signed up for.

Think about the need. The burning fire and the ache you’ve been having. Give in.

For one month she could be his toy, and she’d be able to walk away.

Tugging on the damp shirt, she pulled it over her head. Her thick stomach embarrassed her, and she covered her hand over it. Shit, how could she do this? He was a Greek god while she was a tubby half breed.

****

Moving forward Zeke grabbed her hands, pushing them out of the way. He wasn’t going to give her chance to hide from him. All night he’d been holding this off, but he could wait no longer. She was his, and he intended to take full advantage of her body. Women were too slender in the packs he’d visited. He screwed them even though he found little to no satisfaction with them.

Mary was all woman. Her curves were driving him crazy, and knowing the scent of innocence had nothing to do with her being a virgin, Zeke couldn’t wait to slam inside her.

“You will not cover yourself up. I want to see every part of you.” He lifted her face up to see him with a finger underneath her chin. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Tears shone in her eyes. She kept them at bay, pulling out of his arms.

She unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, lowering the zipper.

Zeke watched her wriggle out of her jeans. Holy fuck, look at those thighs. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his hips. They were firm and fleshy. She would mark easily, as her skin was so pale.

When she stood in her underwear, Zeke pulled her into the center of the room. He circled around her body. The plain white cotton underwear did nothing for her figure. Zeke stood close inhaling her sweet, fresh fragrance. From her smell alone he was ready to come.

“I like the way you smell,” he said, breathing her in.