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CHAPTER THREE

ZURI

A curvy woman like me was never supposed to be mated to such a cut and chiseled alpha. All the girls from high school had made sure I knew I’d end up alone or with a lone wolf, never accepting the fact that I was different from them and the other skinny girls in our pack.

And part of me stupidly believed those rumors, even after we had graduated and gotten on with our lives. Their words haunted me every single time I looked in the mirror, no matter how much I tried to love all my imperfections, all those stretch marks, and all that extra weight on my stomach.

But as fate would have it, I was mated to the sexiest, most ruthless alpha in this part of the forest. Nobody dared to mention the name of the cruel, tattooed, pierced man or else there would be consequences. Terrible consequences.

Yet here I was, alone in his bedroom, after he had brought me to his pack in Durnbone with one of his tattooed hands around my throat and the other between my legs, shoving his fingers into my wet pussy.

“Tell me what they said to you,” he said, biting down on my lower lip and thrusting his pierced tongue into my mouth for me to suck.

“Tell me fucking everything that you’ve been told about your body.

Tell me how you don’t fucking love it, so I know how long I need to keep you here, touching, loving, worshipping every fucking inch of you until you do. ”

I couldn’t remember how I had ended up in his bedroom with him touching me like this, but as soon as we had made it to the pack house, he was all over me, and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it either.

My heart raced, and I … I parted my lips, not knowing how to respond.

All I had wanted earlier was to do my work as a waitress.

I hadn’t thought they’d bully me in front of Stone.

I hadn’t thought he’d come barreling to my rescue, looking for trouble and finding me—his mate—instead.

And I sure as hell hadn’t thought that I’d make it back to his pack house, half-naked and sopping wet at the thought of him being inside of me.

“Please,” I whispered, grasping his wrist for him to stop because I was about to come undone already but secretly loving every moment of this pleasure. “It’s okay. I don’t mind,” I said, knowing that if I told him all my truths, he’d lose it.

He was the cruelest alpha here; he had done murderous things to so many different people.

Bullies were bullies, but I didn’t want them to die.

Maybe I did just a little, but not in the ways that he would kill them.

He’d torture them for hours upon hours, and I didn’t want anyone to feel that way. Maybe I was too nice.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop.

“Yes,” I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure.

“Say my name.”

“I can’t,” I whispered.

I had never spoken it a day in my life. Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it … because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha’s name would summon him.

And it had come true.

Yesterday, my alpha had spoken his name, and today, he had shown up at the restaurant!

“Say it,” he said.

“Alpha …”

“Alpha?”

“Stone,” I said, my voice just above a whisper.

“And you know I don’t fucking allow that kind of shit to happen to anyone I care about, don’t you?”

His fingers curled around my G-spot, and I grasped his muscular shoulder through his tight gray sweater, my legs shaking uncontrollably. “I know … oh Goddess, please don’t stop.”

He massaged my G-spot with his two fingers as his thumb worked its magic over my clit.

“I’m going to take care of them,” he said, flicking his finger right over my clit and making me come for him.

Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body, and I leaned back on the bed, trying to ride out my orgasm.

He stood up, stuck his fingers in his mouth, and groaned. “Get on the bed,” he said, voice husky.

I raised my brows and scrambled further up onto the mattress, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Moon Goddess … what had I gotten myself into? I should’ve refused to come with him to his pack.

He walked to the headboard and picked up a piece of black rope tied to the bottom of it.

My eyes widened, and I went to pull myself away. “I’m not going to leave while you’re gone. I promise.”

He chuckled. “Oh, this isn’t to keep you here,” he said, tying it around my wrist. “If you left, I’d follow that pretty little scent of yours and drag you back to me. I’ve been waiting ages for you. You’re not getting away.”

“Then … why are you tying me up?” I whispered.

After tying my wrists and ankles each to a bedpost and blindfolding me, he crawled on top of me, his breath on my neck, right where I ached for his mark. “I’ll be back,” he said, not answering me, but instead slipping something small and smooth into my tight panties.

“Where are you going?” I asked, tugging on the restraints and staring into the dark blindfold.

I felt so exposed. Being here, almost naked, felt like this was all some sick joke. How could my mate be the most feared alpha around, and how the hell could he want me?

He walked away. “To take care of those assholes who were fucking with you.”

And before the door closed, that small and smooth thing between my legs began vibrating right against my clit, making me jump in surprise. I listened to the door close and tried hard not to make a sound, but the vibrations were more intense than any toy I’d used on myself before.

The pressure rose in my core, and I squeezed my eyes shut, begging myself to breathe evenly. Yet the pleasure was already surging through every single piece of my body, making me feel things that I shouldn’t feel the first day I’d met my mate.

Pleasure rushed through me, hitting me hard and making me come. I pulled on the restraints, unable to deal with the heat between my legs, and tried to shift around to displace it. But the vibrations kept coming.

I must’ve been lying in that bed for at least an hour, trying to hold off the orgasms with thoughts about how the hell I had gotten here. But those racing thoughts didn’t get rid of the coming orgasms.