“Why did I do what?” Mary asked, glancing at the blonde. Jessica was slender, beautiful, and would be a wonderful wolf one day.
“Ask them to spare me? You’ve given yourself to that monster in order to save my life. I don’t understand.” Jessica’s eyes were red and swollen from crying. She winced every time the noise of a fallen pack member echoed throughout the night.
“I did what I had to. You don’t deserve to die when you’ve not even lived. Whatever problem this pack has with ours, they’re not going to think about who they kill.” Mary cried out as the silver worked under her shirt and banded around her waist. Why couldn’t she have developed a liking to silver rather than be allergic to it?
“Try to stay still and it won’t itch,” Jessica said.
Nodding, Mary stayed still to find the silver was uncomfortable but didn’t hurt anymore. “Thank you, and that is the reason why I had to spare you.”
“Why? No one else would have. They act like nice people, but they wouldn’t have spared me.”
“You’ve been nice to me, Jessica. I couldn’t let anyone hurt you. Put it down to me not being a full breed or blood or whatever it is you all call me.”
They were silent once again. The sounds of their fallen pack were getting quieter and fewer. There wouldn’t be any left within a few minutes. “I’m sorry about the rest of your pack,” Mary said.
“Don’t worry. I’m not. They probably deserved what is coming to them.” The anger in Jessica’s voice startled Mary.
Within the hour Max and Zeke were back. Zeke was buttoning up his jeans. The action was purely male, and her pussy pounded as a shot of lust struck her hard. The intense feeling startled Mary making her tense.
Jessica remained still, staring past Mary’s shoulder.
“Are you okay to bring Jessica to the house?” Zeke asked.
Max nodded working the silver chain from around them.
“I’m going to take Mary. I’m sure we have much to discuss.”
Her body was itching all over from the chains and also from the way Zeke was making her feel.
You’re his toy. You’re not here willingly.
She tried to cut off all of her lustful thoughts about the man in front of her. Could her need for him have anything to do with her virgin state? Mary hoped not. She wasn’t ready to fall for a man she didn’t know.
You’re going to be having sex with him by the end of the night. Virgin no longer.
When she’d made the agreement to be with him, Mary hadn’t thought about that little hiccup. Shit, she hoped it didn’t hurt. There was no way she could stand for him to know he would be her first.
Probably her last, too, seeing as she never trusted a male’s company.
The silver moved up her skin creating a burning path of pain. Falling to her knees, she cried out as the pain got too much.
Quickly the silver left her skin, and Mary gasped. “Silver is not supposed to be like that,” Zeke said, helping her to her feet.
“I don’t suppose being allergic to silver as a human wouldn’t have helped.” She always had a severe reaction to silver jewelry and always had to go for gold or not bother at all.
“As a wolf that pain would be magnified,” Zeke said.
“I guess.” The silver fucking hurt.
She watched Jessica being led away and started struggling within Zeke’s arms. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?”
“We have a deal. I keep my word.”
“You’ve just slaughtered my entire pack. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”