by Sam Crescent
With the full moon at its peak, their bodies were more sensitive, their feelings heightened. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard, and take her.
He brought her to orgasm within a matter of minutes, teasing her pussy in the way he’d discovered this past month that got her off. She screamed his name, and he just knew every single wolf in the forest heard it.
Before she had even come down from her orgasm, he thrust his cock deep inside her, feeling the last little ripples of her pleasure. Once he began to fuck her, her orgasm didn’t fade, and she wriggled on his cock.
“Fuck me back, baby. Take what you want. Claim me.”
She scored his back as he fucked her hard into the earth. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly, and he felt his teeth begin to elongate. Now was the time.
Sinking his teeth into her shoulder, he bit her hard. Zadie screamed his name, and her teeth attacked him. The wolf in him howled as she marked him in exactly the same place as he did her. They were both mated.
Fucking her harder than before, Dante didn’t hold back. He consumed her, taking what now belonged to him. She owned him just as he did her.
“Mine!” He yelled the words, and they came together.
Thrusting every single inch of his cock within her, he filled her to the brim with his cum, and knew he wouldn’t move a muscle, not for the rest of the night.
“I’m mated,” she said, and he saw tears in her eyes.
“Yes. You’re mated to me. It means you’re going to have to put up with me keeping the toilet seat up, and just being awesome.”
She giggled, and cupped his face. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He stroked her cheek. “These are happy tears I hope?”
“They’re so happy. I can’t even form into words how happy I am. I had resigned myself to just being lonely. No one wanted me, a fat mate.”
“Don’t ever say those words to me. I don’t think you’re fat. All of those boys out there, they don’t know what a real woman is like, and you know what? I’m glad they hadn’t taken the time to see what a precious soul you are. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you belong to me. Every part of you is mine, and if I’d come here, and you were already taken, I’d have had to do some serious killing.”
“You’re joking?”
“No. Not joking, Zadie. I told you. The moment I saw you, I knew. You’re the one for me. It’s like nature knew I needed you, and you’ve been here under my nose all this time.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I told you I’m not going to let you go. I love you, more than I thought it was possible to love anyone. I now know why mating is so important, especially for an Alpha.”
“Why is it important?” she asked.
“Because you don’t truly know or understand love until you’ve felt it. This is powerful all on its own. Being an Alpha, you have to accept pack mates, and sometimes that can be challenging. Especially if you don’t understand how love works, or how it feels when you meet the right person.” He cupped her face, his cock still deeply inside her. “Since I met you, I’ve remembered every single mating, and there were times I mocked the union. I didn’t think it was possible to find your mate, and fall in love within a month. I know that I’m the one at fault, no one else.”
He kissed her lips, taking hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, and pressing them into the ground.
“Make love to me, Dante. Take all of the bad memories away.”
Dante did exactly that, knowing this would be her last night in this forest. He wanted to chase away all that sadness, so that when she was home with him, she wouldn’t regret anything.
“I can’t wait to get you home to my bed,” he said, breaking the kiss.
The smile on her face was rather enchanting. “I want to warn you about kids.”
“You want a lot of them?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Me, too. I’ve got a lot of rooms to fill. How do you feel about twenty kids?”
“Twenty?”
“Yeah. I think twenty is a good start.” He winked, and then began to show her with actions how much he loved her. After tonight, he knew she wouldn’t have any doubts. He knew how to treat his woman, and Zadie was his.
Epilogue
Ten years later
Zadie leaned against the kitchen door and watched as Dante ran around with their kids in the backyard. Christmas was coming in a matter of weeks, and they had decided to have a bonfire with all of the old kitchen cabinets seeing as he had gotten it redecorated for her.
Five kids, and still counting. She ran her hand over her swollen stomach where their twins were due to arrive in exactly three months. She was already the size of a beached whale, but she was used to it. Bethany told her that she was cute. Thinking about Bethany made her think of her brother, Luke, who had been fighting his own feelings for her sister-in-law. The two had gotten over whatever problems they had, and mated a few years ago. Just thinking about the way those two had danced around each other for so long made her smile.
The past ten years had flown by like a blur. Dante hadn’t been wrong about anything. Moving out of Sloane’s pack hadn’t been that hard. There had been no pain. She’d felt Sloane’s withdrawal, and for like a minute she had felt immense loneliness that had evaporated as she walked into Dante’s arms.
Her new pack had embraced and loved her more than anything. This was her home, and she’d been able to bring so much love. Their home was the pack nursery now, and she also had the pack over on pretty much every single holiday, apart from Christmas. Dante said that it was a family only event. Her parents visited as often as they could, and Luke had even found a mate of his own.
“Mommy is laughing. Everyone get her,” Dante said.
The kids ran toward her, and in no time at all she was bombarded by arms, hugging her.
“Hello, sexy Mommy,” Dante said, whispering against her ear as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“You still think so?”
“Of course. You’re carrying my children, and I know it’s not easy.”
Dante didn’t handle her giving birth at all well. He couldn’t stand to see her in pain, and childbirth came with pain.
“Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?” she asked.
“Not in the last hour, and I’m feeling sad about that.”
She laughed. “There’s milk and cookies on the counter.” The kids ran inside cheering. Dante pressed her against the wall.
“I want you all to myself.”
“Later, maybe,” she said. “Even after all this time, you still want me?”
“Babe, the longer we’re together, the more I want you.” He kissed her lips, and she didn’t doubt his passion for her.
“Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
He pulled back, and the love in his eyes was so clear for her to see. Dante never hid anything from her.
“When these are born, we’re going to be at seven kids,” he said. “You think you’re game for another thirteen?”
“Not a chance.” He lifted her up, making her giggle. She knew she would do anything for him. They were bound mates, and their love was for eternity.
It was an eternity she looked forward to the most.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
FAT
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
“Here comes chubby.”
“Ugly.”
“She’s waddling.”
“You’re going to break the chair, you’re so fat.”
Nearly everyone in Elsa Quinn’s life had judged her because of her weight. Her fellow pupils at school, her parents—even though they tried to be nicer about it, no matter how many times a person suggested a diet, it still hurt.
No, that was wrong. It was her mother, not her father, who cared about her weight.
Tapping the steering wheel of her car, Elsa stared up at the neon gym sign, and wished she was one of those natural beauties who didn’t have to be considering this on a Saturday. She wanted to be at home, in her bedroom studying, or even going over to her friend Kimberley’s house, but no, she had decided to make a change. It was the start of school, and she didn’t want to keep being known as “the fat girl”. She’d be going away to college next year, and the aim was for the new her to be gracing the halls of the college she picked.
First, she needed to get her ass out of the car and into the gym. She’d already paid for her membership over the phone. When she was asked if she’d like a personal trainer, she had declined. There was no way she was having some woman, or worse, some guy telling her she was too fat. If she needed that, she’d work out at school.
“I can do this. It’s just about going on inside, getting my pass, and hoping no one sees me.”
She had gone over to the next town in order to be covert about what she was doing. Blowing out a breath, she grabbed her bag, and just decided to go for it. She was going to go in there and start a whole new life for herself. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, which was a good sign. Maybe everyone would stay at home, and she’d never meet another person. She’d be in and out before anyone even knew it.
I can do this.
Happy me here I come.
But she was happy, for the most part. Her father never judged her. He only went along with what her mother said, if he was even paying attention. Of course, her mom did love her, but she just wanted her to be better, thinner. God, she hated that.
“You’d be so happy, Elsa, if you just lost a little weight. You’d get invited to parties, and you may even have a boyfriend.”
Those were her mother’s words pretty much every week. Most parents wanted their daughters locked away so no guys came near them. Not her mother, no, she wanted her daughter to have a boyfriend, and maybe even go to a party.
Her father was a criminal lawyer, a really good one who made a shitload of money for his trouble. So her mother was part of some country club, and Elsa refused to participate in the games that other mothers did by entering their daughters in beauty pageants. If it wasn’t for her grandmother interfering when she was five years old, she’d still be fighting to try to win.
Elsa hated beauty competitions, and there were times she hated how her mother caved to pressure from other mothers.
Anyway, that was stress for another time. She was a good student, never caused trouble, and her one downfall: she was fat.
Up until a week ago, Elsa didn’t care about her weight. She liked to eat, and she liked to cook. Her paternal grandmother was an amazing cook, and had always told her that back in her day, she’d be considered a hot piece of ass, and full women would soon make a comeback. So Elsa had stayed happy in her own skin.
Then last week she’d left her bedroom to go and get a glass of milk, and heard her mother sob as she broke down in front of Bill, Elsa’s father.
“I don’t know what to do, Bill. I’m the complete laughingstock of the club. Elsa hates me, and all I want is what is best for her. I’ve seen her walking through town, and besides Kimberley, she has no real friends. No boys.”
“We should be happy she’s not coming home pregnant. I heard Gate’s daughter had been caught last week, and he had to handle it. Now there is a shotgun wedding. We don’t want that for Elsa.”
“I don’t want her to be miserable, Bill!”
Elsa had heard so much pain, so much fear that she had decided that enough was enough. She was going to make her mother proud of her, or at least stop stressing about her.
Entering the gym, she walked up to the main desk, where a chipper looking brunette was typing on the computer.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Her name badge read Sarah.
“I’m Elsa Quinn. I called the other day.”
“Ah, yes, Bruce told me you were coming.” Sarah left her chair, going to a little box behind her that she unlocked with a key. “Here is your key, your access pad. This allows you into many different parts of the gym including the, erm, pool. It’s cleaned on a Saturday until nine, but after then, you can go right on in. Are you with a personal trainer?”
“No, I’m just going to do this myself.”
“Oh, okay. We do advise all new starters have a personal trainer to help them see where they should focus during their workout.”
“I’m just going to hit it running, and hope for the best.” Her cheeks were heating, and she was so embarrassed. “I’m going to go.”
“Okay, have a nice workout, and if you need anything, please let us know. We want you to have a full treatment experience at Bruce’s.”
Elsa nodded and made her way toward the door with a stick figure of a girl on it. “The new me is just exercise away. Once I start, there is no turning back.” She held in a whimper and pushed through the door, determined to try this out.
The changing rooms were empty, and she found a cubicle, locking the door behind her.
“So far, so good.”
She didn’t waste any time in getting changed into her workout gear, which was a pair of shorts that were a little tight and one of her father’s old ratty shirts. Her mother wouldn’t allow her to buy clothes bigger, so she made do with what her father gave her.
Tying her ratty brown hair back into a ponytail, she was good to go.
She found a locker with a key, stashed her crap inside, and left.
Entering the main gym, she didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but she was surprised at how many people were actually there. Entering a room with running machines, she saw at least ten people, six men and four women.
Staying at the back, she stared at the scary looking running machine. It couldn’t be that hard to get started. Stepping onto it, she looked at all the buttons, and pressed for the machine to walk.
“Okay, I’m going to walk. This is going to be easy.” She muttered the words under her breath wishing she’d brought some kind of music.
“Can you believe he wanted me to eat a salad with the dressing?” One of the women was talking so loud that Elsa couldn’t help but listen in.
“Really? That’s got like a thousand calories.”
“I compromised and allowed there to be chicken, but then they went and added cheese. I mean seriously, there’s no way I was going to go for that.”
Great, it’s a health nut.
What was the point in eating at all if you forgo the meat and the dressing? It was just a bowl full of lettuce. Ew, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
The image of her mother sobbing made Elsa keep on walking, and she ignored the conversation going on up front. There was not going to be a change to herself unless she worked out, and work out she was going to do.
She only hoped her diet would allow more than a bunch of leaves in a bowl.
****
Noah Stewart made his way into the gym to find Sarah already had his key in her hand.
“Saturday morning, eight-thirty every single week unless we’re closed for holidays,” she said.
“You know me, I like to be predictable.”
“Yeah, why don’t you work out in your own town? Don’t they give you a special discount or something?” Sarah asked.
Noah sighed. He could work out in his own town, and it would be easier than making the trek four times a week, but he liked Bruce’s Gym. He was left alone, allowing him to train. None of his football buddies were there, and he
didn’t have to worry about them trying to hook him up with some of the chicks in high school. Ever since girls had discovered he had a dick at fifteen years old, he’d experienced nothing but drama.
Working out was the one area where he got to relax. He was the kind of guy who found lifting weights, running, or swimming relaxing, but still, it’s what he liked to do, and he intended to make a career out of it. If he didn’t make it through football, he’d make it through becoming a sports medic, or teaching. He happened to like a lot of things, and he was smart. Bruce had even offered him a chance to earn some extra cash as a fitness instructor. The first week he was hit on three times, and that was not what he wanted for himself, so now, he focused on just practicing.
“Stop worrying about how much I’m being charged. Anything new with you?”
“I think Eric may propose. He’s getting all serious.”
Eric was her serious boyfriend, who she completely adored, but refused to show it. This was what his friends ribbed him about every chance he got. Not only was he known for being a hit with the ladies, but he was also a nice guy, which made girls annoyed. They couldn’t hate him even if they wanted to, and also, he was a hot guy. He was tall, muscular, with messy blond hair that looked hot on a guy and ugly on girls, and blue eyes that made girls think of the ocean when he was screwing them. Not to mention he’d gotten some wicked ink during a trip to Vegas his dad took him on to see a game. It made him pretty badass, and his friends wanted to get one afterward.
It was damn good being Noah Stewart. He loved his life, and nothing was going to change that.
“You make sure I’m at the wedding.”
“Shut up, Noah. Oh, we had a newbie today. She joined via the phone, wants absolutely no help.”
“That’s not unusual.”
“Yeah? She looks like a fish out of water. I think she’s just hoping everything will fall into place for her,” Sarah said.