Zeke threw his head back and laughed. The hand on her arm tightened. It didn’t hurt, but she knew there was no chance of escape. He would stop her from going anywhere.
“It’s nice to know your bite hasn’t been taken from you.” He moved in close, inhaling her scent. “God, I can’t wait to see if your pussy is as tight as I imagine.”
Crossing her legs, she glared at him.
“Crossing your legs is not going to keep my dick from you. You’re going to have me everywhere.” His hand moved to her ass, gripping her flesh tight. “Your ass, mouth, cunt, and tits are all mine.”
Don’t be turned on.
She was a virgin, but she wasn’t immune to the lust. Since she’d been bitten, the sexual urges within her had grown strong. There was nothing she could do to stop the cravings. Those very same cravings had forced her to start buying porn movies in an attempt to find some kind of release with her own hand. In the last year alone she imagined she’d masturbated more than in the whole of her life. At twenty-five years old it was quite pitiful.
“Ah, I see you like the sound of that.” Zeke leaned in close pressing his nose against the curve of her neck. If he was to bite her neck he’d kill her. Her pulse pounded, and she tried to calm down. If he was to take a chunk out of her neck he’d take a major artery, and being a half breed she wouldn’t be able to survive such an attack. She hoped he would take into account her more human side. “You want my dick, don’t you?”
Licking her lips, she stared past his shoulder wishing there was something else she could be doing.
“You’re not going to answer. I can live with that. I’ll have you begging soon enough.” Together they walked out into the night. The warm air washed over her, and she gasped. The scent of the night air called to her wolf, begging to be released. This was the first time she’d kept her change within her. The moment the full moon was high in the night sky she liked to change. The next three days were important to her as it kept the sickness at bay. When she hadn’t turned one month because she could no longer stand the treatment of the pack, she’d been ill for the entire month. Work had been horrid as she couldn’t stand the noises and scents. The only way she could keep focus was if she turned every full moon.
“Your pack were assholes,” Zeke said, taking her away from the open land toward the tree line. She heard the sound of the flowing water of the river and waterfall she knew was there. The first time she’d found it, Mary hadn’t left the waterfall for the entire weekend of the full moon.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, trying to keep up with his pace. He was well over six feet, and she was struggling to keep up with his long strides at her own five foot six.
“There are ways and means to keep the wolf at bay. There are half breeds out there who cannot turn every full moon. They have ways and means to handle themselves. Running, working out, even taking a cold water bath can help with the cravings.”
Mary hadn’t heard of other ways. Looking back none of the pack wanted to talk to her. Roger and Dani had been nice, but once she controlled the turning and knew what she was doing neither of her leaders offered any advice. In fact, besides Jessica, no one spoke to her at all. It was like she didn’t exist to anyone. They kept the small room at their house for her to stay in, but she felt more like a pet than a member of the pack.
Shaking her head, she kept up with Zeke’s paces.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
“No, you wouldn’t.”
She recognized where he was going as they walked up the incline of the forest. He was taking her to the top of the waterfall. Mary concentrated on climbing. Before long she felt out of breath. Zeke kept hold of her arm leading her up to the top.