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His brows dipped in the center before he
switched breasts. I closed my eyes, officially biting through my
skin as his tongue and teeth teased my other taut bud. I pressed my
tongue against the fresh wound, blood seeping from it, as he
continued to torture me.

“
Are you ready to answer me
yet?” His steady voice sung his patience.

I couldn’t imagine that he was enjoying
this. Why would he want to make a fat girl feel good? What guy,
were or not, would want, could want, to taste and tease every dip
and swell of her stretched flesh?

With that reminder, my body seemed to cool.
My heart cracked, my chest collapsing in on it. I jerked on the
stupid restraints. Suddenly, his tongue felt like sandpaper against
my skin. There was no reason for him to go to such lengths. Did he
think I wasn’t embarrassed enough by their words, by their
comments? Who wanted to draw that out? I wanted to escape them, not
fight them.

Sensing my change, Jayson immediately let go
me. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the center of my
chest.

Tears burned my eyes behind
my closed lids, prompting me to open them. I blinked several times.
Damn it! I was
not
going to cry again. Crying made me weak. I was fat, but I was
still a were, and weres weren’t weak. They were strong creatures
that slipped in and out of two worlds, living a double life, a dual
existence.

The second a sniffle slipped, Jayson’s head
shot straight up.

His eyes softened as he gazed at me. He
lifted a hand and caressed my face. “What do you need?”

Too choked to speak with the lump in my
throat growing larger by the second, I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe
that was part of the problem. I knew I had issues, but I didn’t
know what it would take for me to change. I didn’t know myself well
enough to know what I needed. I knew what I wanted, but not what I
needed.

How could I be twenty-six and not know
myself yet? How did I get here?

Fear knotted in my chest. I couldn’t answer
him. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to; it was because I couldn’t.
I didn’t know the answer because I didn’t know myself. I knew
facts, like that I was fat; full-figured was the politically
correct title. I knew I loved nature. I knew that Jayson was the
mate nature dictated for me. I didn’t know much else. I’d been so
ashamed of my outside that I hadn’t bothered to get to know myself,
to define myself beyond the superficial.

“
Talk to me, sweetie.”
Jayson studied me closely. His eyes were like a microscope,
scrutinizing every twitch, every change in my features.

I shifted my gaze to the ceiling. “I don’t
know,” was my whispered response.

He moved his hand. “Damn it, Laina. You
can’t run forever.” Gone was the kindness. His words were a brusque
snap of his thoughts.

He wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already
know though. People never said anything I didn’t already know about
myself. They pointed out the obvious, never the conspicuous truths
that I wasn’t aware of.

I glanced at him, unsure of how to respond
to that. I could only imagine how pathetic I seemed to him. I was
sad that nature had mated us. It wasn’t fair to him. He was the
epitome of a strong, confident individual. He knew his path, he
knew himself and didn’t waver; he never broke under the pressure of
his roles, never quivered in the mirror. I needed to be more like
him.

I chuckled inwardly. I had to fight to hold
back a small smile. I’d discovered my first need. Too bad I could
never admit it.

“
What’s going through that
head?” His eyes lit up; his interest peeked.

I shook my head negatively. I wasn’t
answering that.

“
Laina.” His tone held
authority and advice. He was advising me to answer him.

I knew my eyes sparkled as a new fire of
defiance blazed within me. He wasn’t my husband. I didn’t have to
answer to him or my family. I was independent for the first time in
my life.

“
You really want to test
me, don’t you?” He barked.

I couldn’t contain my laugh. He took himself
so seriously… or perhaps I was becoming a little delirious.

He roared, his wolf flashing in his
eyes.

I immediately shut my mouth, swallowing the
rest of my amusement. Fear worked through me in its place. If
Jayson unleashed his wolf, I was done. He was done.

His wolf didn’t care about my excess
stuffing; he only cared about the possession. Nature stated that I
was his and he would stop at nothing until I was his. My limited
offerings meant nothing; my physical differences did nothing to
slow his pursuit.

At the sight of his wolf, my own stirred for
the first time in a while. She peered through my eyes at her mate.
It was like long lost lovers finding each other again. I felt the
emotional tug on my heart. For one moment, just one moment, my
heart overrode my mind. I knew there would never be another Jayson.
There would never be a man I wanted more, never be another wolf my
own connected with on this level.

I closed my eyes, blocking their connection
to regain my control. I couldn’t be pulled under the veil of
longing. I couldn’t surrender to an arranged marriage of sorts. It
wasn’t in me. Not when I knew Jayson didn’t feel the same.

I never smelled his arousal. His desire
lived in his eyes alone, which were merely his wolf’s peepholes
when roused, not a true reflection of his own wants. He wanted to
shut his wolf up, but I knew he didn’t truly want to be mated to
me.

That was a sobering reminder. It gave me
enough resistance to rebuild the wall around my heart. It was the
only protection I had in this moment. I was spread naked beneath
him, chained to his bed. I couldn’t physically defend myself. So I
had to mentally and emotionally fortress myself.

I embraced my new resilience as I opened my
eyes, finally ready to face the giant.

He smashed his lips together in an angry
line. “Damn it, Laina. Stop pushing me away.”

“
Why?” I didn’t know where
the courage to ask came from, but I was grateful for it.

“
Because you’re my mate,”
he ground out.

“
That’s why I’m pushing.” I
waited with baited breath for his reaction to my
admittance.

He put more space between us as he jerked
back. He angled his head, considering me. “I don’t believe you,” he
finally said.

Shit.

“
You can fool everyone,
Laina, even yourself, but you can never hide the truth from
me.”

He fell upon me, his mouth connecting with
my flesh again.

I shivered as he lightly skimmed his lips
across the channel between my breasts. Awareness rocked my body,
bolts of desire chased through me. His move was so sensual,
required so much control. His emotions were a storm in his eyes
moments ago; his anger had tightened his features before, but now
he was handling me with kid gloves. He was being gentle, treating
me like I was a precious treasure.

My wall of protection trembled as he
continued to soothe my skin with his lips. His hands gently cradled
my curves, sliding around them, framing them as he moved down my
body.

I could hold off the alpha, I could fight
off the desperate wolf, but I couldn’t save myself from the human
part of Jayson, the part that made me feel special for the first
time in my life. He drew more than a physical reaction this time;
he caused my emotions to capsize, to crush my barriers as they
rushed to the exterior.

He kissed my hips, gliding his lips along
the widest part of me, from one side to the other. It was more than
the action that captured me though; it was the look in his eyes.
His eyes sparkled with delight, with, dare I say, love.

I felt the saltiness stinging the basins of
my eyes as he pressed a kiss to my mound. He moved down my inner
thighs. He took his time placing small kisses on my thunder thighs
that looked like they were stuffed with cottage cheese.

“
So beautiful.” His whisper
was full of worship.

Damn it, Jayson.
My tears finally overflowed.

I was past the fact that I was naked before
a golden god. I was beyond the fact that I was bound to his bed. I
was stuck, trapped in his actions. No one had ever handled me with
reverence.

He wrapped his arms around my hips as he
settled before my center. He lifted his gaze to my waterlogged one.
“I’m going to make you feel good, and then you’re going to answer
me. Deal?” His voice was soft. The baritone in it washed over me,
swaddling me in verbal comfort.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded my
head in agreement. If he could go to such lengths, if he could
embrace my curves with more love than I had for them, then he
deserved something in return.

—

Chapter Ten

JAYSON

Her scent was intoxicating. It was the most
concentrated, the most potent at her apex, the heart of where I
would connect with her.

My heart broke at the silent tears streaming
down her face. She was in so much emotional pain; it tore me apart.
I wished I could bear it for her. I wished I could drown myself in
the sorrow she felt, in the pool of emotions she was struggling not
to lose herself in.

She deserved so much out of life. She
deserved so much more than she ever got, than she ever gave
herself. She didn’t realize just how wonderful she was.

Every afternoon she worked with the pack
young. They loved her. She was their hero. She helped all
twenty-four elementary aged children with their homework daily. She
guided them through projects and enabled them the way I longed to
embolden her. They were the ones who’d remained quiet at the table.
They never spoke against her because people remembered the way you
made them feel, and she made every single child feel special. They
weren’t even her kin.

She was going to be an amazing mother. My
wolf nearly purred at the thought.

A pang of pain spread through my chest. I
didn’t know what I’d do when she did finally walk away for good. My
wolf scratched my insides, the wounds inflicted in wrath. I’d deal
with it somehow, I’d deal with my wolf somehow, but it wouldn’t
make her absence any less painful, the experience of watching her
leave any less awful. She deserved happiness though. She deserved
whatever she wanted, especially after all she’d been through.

My father had passed away abruptly four
years ago. He and his brother had been killed in a head on car
crash. A semi-truck collided with them, crushing them beyond what
their supernatural bodies could repair. My father’s pack beta,
Stephen, took over our old pack and my brothers, mother and I moved
to take over my uncle’s pack.

The second I crossed the town’s border, I
sensed her. Coming face to face with her for the first time, she’d
taken my breath away. She was so beautiful, her eyes so striking;
capturing me the same way her curvy figure did. I’d been enraptured
with her ever since.

To let go of her was going to be hell, but I
couldn’t hold her down. I didn’t want to hold her back.

Before my emotions could get the best of me,
I refocused on her body.

Using my fingers, I spread her lips, baring
her pretty pink flesh to me. Her breath hitched as I blew on her.
She looked delectable. She smelled so appetizing. I would never get
enough of her.

I met her gaze as I slid my tongue from
bottom to top. Her tears stuttered as her mouth fell open.

I reveled in her reaction. It drove me to
astound her. I shoved my tongue deep inside her. She gasped, trying
to jerk away from me. I tightened my arms around her, holding her
to me.

Finally, after four years of longing, I
smelled her arousal.

Only then did I give in with gusto. She
tasted delicious; the perfect balance of savory and sweet hit my
tongue, increasing my hunger for her even as I ate.

My desire skyrocketed as her new scent
combined with the taste of her. My muscles began to shake as my
wolf thrashed about. My cock ached; my balls drew snug, feeling
like they were being wrapped around a stem of thorns. A fire blazed
in my groin, a potent need that nearly broke me. It took every
ounce of strength within me not to give in, not to just drive into
her and set my wolf free.

I sucked on her tiny nub, and for the first
time, she moaned. Dear God, it was a beautiful sound; so soft, yet
powerful. It could cause politicians to fall to their knees.

I lapped at her sweet spot, never shying
away from her little bundle of nerves. I grazed her sensitive bud
with my teeth as I slid my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet
cream.

She whimpered. She had her bottom lip
between her teeth. Her expression said it all. I had her where I
wanted her: volleying between pain and pleasure. She was close.

I flicked my tongue over her clit once more
before gliding it from top to bottom one last time, relishing the
taste of her.

I moved up to the small triangle of hair
above her jewel. I pressed a soft kiss against the soft curls. “Why
don’t you stand up for yourself?” I met her gaze, not allowing her
to hide.

She flushed. I knew she had to feel exposed.
I’d taken her to the brink of pleasure, to a point that bordered
pain for a bit, a place that required all her barriers to be
demolished to reach, before it thrust her deep into unfathomable
pleasure. I didn’t allow her to be pushed though. I left her on the
border with her defenses down so when I pulled away she was sharply
aware of her position, acutely alert to her vulnerability and the
care I was taking to expose it. She needed that part of her exposed
so she could sort through it.

She looked stricken as she stared down at
me. I kept my expression neutral as I watched her, taking in every
emotion that crossed her face.