All Zadie Cox has ever wanted was to find a mate, fall in love, and have lots of kids. The problem is … no one wants her. The pack doesn’t care for a woman with curves, and no man wants “a fat mate”, which is what they’ve called her.
Dante Locker hates pack politics. When he’s invited on a month long visit to a neighboring pack, he knows there’s a catch. The alpha has a daughter—but there’s no way Dante’s mating with her. Then the moment he enters the town square, the redhead with the killer curves grabs his attention. He wants her, and Dante’s a rich alpha, a businessman, and he always gets what he wants.
No man has ever wanted Zadie, but there’s something about this new alpha. The way he walks, talks … and his devotion calls not only to her wolf, but to her. Can Zadie leave the pack that she has called home? Will she fall in love with Dante? Or is this just a month-long fling?
“You can’t run away from me for the rest of the month.”
“I have no intention of running, Dante. This was a big mistake.”
“No, it wasn’t. You and I both know it wasn’t. Don’t be a coward, and stop trying to pretend you don’t feel this, too.”
She finally looked him in the eye. “What do you want me to say? My body just reacted, and it scared me.”
“No. I want you to admit that you’re turned on by me. That the thought of me touching you, licking you, arouses you.” He paused, giving his words a chance to sink in. “Because I know that I do. From the first moment, I saw you a couple of days ago, I knew I wanted you.” He gripped her hip tightly. “And if you feel anything for me, or want to feel then you will ditch this party, and you will meet me at my cottage in thirty minutes.” He pulled away from her, leaving her on the dancefloor, as he said his goodbyes to Bethany, and told his sister to find another place to stay that night.
When he was sure no one was watching, he slipped away, and made his way back toward his cottage. No one was around, and he and Zadie would have privacy. Entering his home, he poured himself a glass of water, and waited.
Time passed. The clock on the wall seeming to mock him as it ticked on by, letting him know that time was running out. When twenty minutes passed, the door to the cottage opened, and there she was, in the kitchen.
“I don’t know what is happening here. I don’t get it. I don’t understand it, and it frightens me, more than anything.” She fisted her hands at her side. “All of my life I’ve been made aware that I’m undesir—”
“My dick is rock hard right now,” he said, cutting her off. “Some men think your curves are less attractive. I think they’re fucking fools. Your tits, I can’t wait to have them bouncing above me as I fuck you hard. Your ass, I want it nestled against my cock as I pound you. Your thighs, I want them wrapped around my waist, claiming me as I want to do to you.” He left the kitchen, and advanced toward her. He stopped only when he was right in front of her, and there was no way to escape, or at least no escape from him. He moved her backward until she was against the wall, and he placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her. “I’m getting tired of you thinking that you’re not attractive, when every single time I look at you, I think of only the dirty things I want to do to you. It should be illegal.”
Her chest was rising and falling with her breathing. The dress she wore molded to her tits and waist, and flared out over her hips.
Putting his fingers at her knee, he slowly began to lift them up, going underneath her skirt. The lemon scent was coming off her in waves, and making his mouth water for a single taste of her.