Porter slipped silently into the apartment. For a Friday night, the bar was surprisingly slow and Arlo had encouraged him to go home early. He suspected Arlo’s urging to go home was a combination of guilt for calling him in when he was supposed to be recuperating and irritation at Porter’s inability to make a correct drink all night. His need for Maggie and his urge to claim her was all he could think about. He wondered for a moment if he was going insane. It certainly felt like he was.
His mind had wandered repeatedly to this morning when he had nearly taken Maggie’s innocence. He should have felt guilty about it, he should have been berating himself for losing control but instead both he and his wolf were dying to finish what they’d started.
He sighed and kicked off his boots before hanging his jacket in the closet. Mal had texted him just before he left the bar to let him know that he and Willow were headed home. Maggie had promised his brother she wouldn’t leave the apartment, but just knowing that she was alone had Porter quickly agreeing when Arlo told him for the third time to go home. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, he was just worried that her guilt over what happened to him would overpower her common sense.
He deliberately avoided looking at the couch as he moved quietly through the living room and toward the bedroom. If he saw her lying there, he would just take what was his.
He swallowed thickly and moved to his bedroom. The door was open and he frowned a little. He was certain he had shut it before he left. He normally tried to keep Maggie’s scent out of his room, although he had fucked that up royally this morning. Surprisingly, he could still smell her in his room, could still clearly scent her arousal. His wolf began to growl.
Go back and take her. Give me my mate!
He was turning back to the living room when he heard her soft moan of need. His cock hardened in response as he quickly entered his bedroom. His jaw dropped, his wolf howled and he stared in stunned silence at the bed. The room was dark but he could see Maggie clearly. She was lying in his bed, the covers pulled to her waist and her eyes closed. As he watched, she made another soft little moan. He nearly came in his jeans when her back arched and she uttered a gasp of pleasure.
She was touching herself. She was lying in his bed and she was touching herself. His wolf snarled at him, angry that his mate was forced to find her own pleasure and Porter stripped off his shirt.
His wolf was right. Maggie was his and he wasn’t going to stand by and watch as she used her fingers to come all over his bed. Not that he minded the idea of her sweet cream marking his sheets but he wanted to be the one to bring her there.
As she arched her back again he moved toward the bed. “Hello, Maggie.”
She screamed breathlessly and yanked her hands out from under the covers, fumbling for the bedside lamp as he stood at the end of the bed.
“Porter, wh-what are you doing home?” She gave him a guilty look as he smiled lazily at her.
“It was slow at work, I came home early.”
“Oh. Do you – are you feeling better?”
“Completely healed,” he said. “Why are you in my bed?”
She turned bright red and grabbed for the covers when he pulled them off of her with a hard yank. She was wearing just his shirt and she pulled it down nervously before sitting up.
“I wasn’t feeling well and your bed was more comfortable than the couch so I thought I would lie down in it for a while.”
“Is that right?” His eyes glowed in the dim light of the lamp and she stared wide-eyed at him.
“Y-yes. What are you doing, Porter?”
He crawled up the bed. He stopped at her tightly-closed thighs and bent his head to her crotch. He inhaled deeply and she blushed furiously when he gave her a knowing smile.
“I should go,” she whispered as he straddled her thighs and rested his hands on the headboard. She was trapped between his arms and she gave him another look of embarrassment.
“What were you doing in my bed, darlin’?” He whispered.
“I – nothing.”
“That isn’t true, is it?” He growled.
Before she could stop him, he took her hand. She moaned loudly when he slipped her first two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.
“Porter…”
“So sweet,” he growled. “Tell me what you were doing.”
“I – I was touching myself,” she whispered.
“Were you thinking about me?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “I was pretending it was your hand touching me.”
“That’s unfortunate. I’m not putting my hand between those soft thighs.”
Disappointment mixed with embarrassment crossed her face and she struggled to get out from under him. “I really should go now, Porter. I’m sorry.”
She squeaked in alarm when he abruptly pulled her shirt over her head. She crossed her arms over her naked breasts. “What are you doing? You – you don’t want me.”
“That’s not true.” He bent his head and marked her neck roughly before brushing his mouth against hers. “I said I wouldn’t use my hand, darlin’.”
She continued to stare at him blankly and he wanted to smile at her innocence. Her confusion told him what he wanted to know and he used his knee to push her thighs apart. “My mouth, though, it wants to be all over your sweet pussy.”
She moaned and he grinned at her. “Have you had a tongue in your pussy, Maggie?”
He knew the answer but he wanted her to say it. He wanted to hear that he would be the only one who would ever taste her sweetness.
“No,” she whispered.
“Do you want my tongue in your pussy?”
She nodded and he kissed her again. “Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
She hesitated and then whispered, “I – I want your tongue in my pussy, Porter.”
“Good girl,” he murmured approvingly. “Move your arms.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she dropped her arms. He pushed her onto her back and stared at her breasts. Her nipples were hard and she shuddered all over when he bent his head and took one into his mouth. He sucked firmly, his hands stroking her ribs and then her hips as she squirmed under him and clutched at his head. When both nipples were swollen and red from his mouth and she was making loud moans of need, he kissed his way down her stomach. He nibbled and licked her soft skin as he pushed his large body between her thighs.
He used his shoulders to push her thighs apart further, kissing the top of one soothingly when she visibly tensed. He stared at her warm core. She was waxed smooth with just a small patch of dark hair at the top of her sex. The lips of her pussy were swollen and wet and he could see the small pink bud of her clit peeking out between them. He marked her inner thighs roughly, kissing the burn away when she gasped loudly.
“Porter, I - ”
He could hear the nerves in her voice and knew instinctively that she was about to call a stop to this. He licked her swollen sex slowly. She cried out as her entire body twitched and she dug her hands into the sheets.
He licked her again, this time letting his tongue linger on her swollen clit. He growled happily when a surge of wetness coated his mouth and she made a sharp hungry cry of need. He pulled back and waited. After only a few seconds, her hands touched his head and her pelvis arched upward.
“Porter, please,” she moaned.
“Look at me, Maggie,” he demanded.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she gave him a hazy look of desire. Keeping his eyes on her face, he leaned down and placed a light kiss on the top of her pussy.
“Mine,” he said in a slow and deliberate voice.
She flushed and pressed her hands against the back of his skull in a silent plea.
“Say it, Maggie.”
“Yours,” she whispered.
“Again.”
“Yours. Please, Porter,” she begged.
He marked the top of her pussy. His wolf growled with satisfaction at the red mark it left on her pale skin before he marked both her inner thighs again. Her fingers were curling and uncurling at her sides, and he pushed the wet lips of her pussy apart with his thumbs. He stared at her exposed clit as his wolf howled with delight. He licked her swollen clit with a slow sweep of his tongue. She moaned breathlessly, her thighs first tightening around his shoulders and then loosening as he sucked on her sensitive clit.
“OH!” Her hips arched and her hands threaded through his thick hair and yanked almost painfully.
Moaning his name repeatedly, she thrust her pelvis against him as he slid one thick finger into her tight opening. She tensed, her thighs pushing against his broad shoulders and he sucked her clit until the tension was gone from her body and her thighs were splayed apart. He pushed his finger in a gentle back and forth motion and licked and sucked at her swollen button until her entire body arched off the bed and she screamed in pleasure. He licked away her cream and stroked her thigh soothingly until she collapsed trembling against the bed.
“Porter?” She whispered when he started to drop small kisses on her knees.
“Yes, Maggie?”
“Wh-what are you doing? Aren’t you going to come up here and – I mean - shouldn’t we be…”
She trailed off and he grinned wickedly at her. “I’m going to fuck you, darlin’. But I’m not done with your sweet pussy yet.”
She shivered all over and moaned loudly when he licked her warm core.
“I can’t – I can’t have another one like that,” she whispered. “Not right away.”
“I think you can.” He massaged the inside of her thighs before marking them again. “Besides,” he cupped her pussy possessively, “this belongs to me, remember?”
She didn’t reply and he rubbed her clit with his thumb, ignoring her squirms of protest until she was moaning her need to him and making soft, muttered pleas.
“Maggie,” he said quietly.
“I remember!” She cried out immediately. “Just please, Porter! I need you!”
“I know, darlin’.” His wolf growled with satisfaction as he bent his dark head between her thighs once more.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Porter settled his body over Maggie’s and marked her throat. She was trembling and panting beneath him and he groaned when his cock brushed against her wet pussy. His dick was so hard it hurt and his wolf was howling at him to take the woman beneath him.
Wait! Just wait! He snapped and leaned down to kiss Maggie’s mouth.
She returned his kiss and gave him a dreamy, contented look. “I came so many times, Porter. I feel really good.”
A grin crossed his lips as he stared down at the blissful face of his mate. “I’m glad, darlin’.” He stroked a strand of hair back from her face. “I want to make love to you, Maggie.”
“I want that too,” she replied immediately.
“Are you sure? Absolutely sure?” He asked.
She nodded and touched his face lightly. “This is exactly what I want.”
He shifted against her, letting the head of his cock probe against her opening and she spread her thighs eagerly and arched her pelvis. He groaned loudly. He needed to put a condom on before he went any further. If he didn’t –
She is our mate. Put our pup in her belly. It’s what she wants, his wolf growled persuasively
He stiffened against her as Maggie rubbed her hands across his chest and biceps.
Show the hyena shifter that she is ours. He won’t try and take her from us if she carries our pup in her belly.
His eyes glowed at the thought of the hyena shifter taking Maggie from him. His wolf was right. Maggie belonged to him and she should be carrying his pup. He would fuck her again and again until her scent changed and he was certain she was pregnant.
“Porter?” He jerked at the sound of Maggie’s worried voice and she made a soft cry of surprise when the head of his cock pushed into her.
“Jesus,” he muttered as she touched his face tentatively.
“Do you have a condom?” She asked almost timidly.
His face reddened. He didn’t move, just stared down at her and she gave him an embarrassed look.
“I’m sorry. I’m not on the pill and well, you know, safe sex is um, important, right?” She stuttered.
He twitched and pulled away. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry, darlin’. Just give me a minute.”
He sat on the side of the bed and pulled a condom from the top drawer of the bedside table. He tore open the package and rolled it on quickly before moving between her thighs again.
He must have had an odd look on his face because she swallowed nervously. “Porter, is something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “Everything’s fine, Maggie.”
“Are you sure? You look a little upset.”
He smiled at her. “Just feel incredibly stupid for nearly forgetting to use a condom.”
“That’s okay.” She rubbed his chest. “We’re good now.”
“Yes, we are.” He kissed her firmly and then sucked on her bottom lip as she ran her hands over his warm back and pressed her pelvis against his.
“Are you ready, Maggie?” He whispered against her mouth as he cupped one breast and stroked her nipple with his rough thumb. His cock was back at her opening and she spread her thighs and braced her feet on the bed before nodding at him.
He hesitated as doubt crept in. What if she thought he was doing this as payment for protecting her?
“Do it, Porter. Make me yours,” Maggie whispered.
Maggie could easily see the hesitation and doubt on Porter’s face as the head of his cock rested against her entrance. She suddenly knew with certainty that he was going to stop. She could see it in his face and feel it in the way his body was starting to withdraw from hers. Her pussy clenched at the thought of being denied and feeling anxious and needy, she pressed her mouth against his ear and said the one thing she knew would make him continue.
“Do it, Porter. Make me yours.”
He growled, his eyes glowing in the darkness, and there was a sharp pinch as he pushed smoothly into her. She tensed and waited for the pain but there was none. It felt a little strange, she decided. There was an unfamiliar and uncomfortable feeling of fullness but already the discomfort was fading as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him.
“Maggie? Are you all right?”
Porter was staring worriedly at her and she smiled and touched his face lightly. “Yes, it doesn’t hurt.”
“Are you sure? I can stop.”
She smiled again. The look of almost desperate need on his face said otherwise, and she felt an odd trickle of power ripple through her.
“I don’t want to stop.” She moved experimentally under him and his breath hissed out between his teeth. She could see his fangs and she stared fascinated at them as he moved in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Does it feel good for you, Porter?” She asked a little shyly.
He groaned. “So good, darlin’. You feel so fucking good.”
That ripple of power went through her again and she rested her hands on his hips. “Harder.”
“Yes, harder,” he muttered. He moved faster, the bed squeaking and the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall as a thick beard grew on his face. Maggie watched in fascination as he panted harshly and trembled above her. There was a feeling of warmth within her but nothing else. She was almost glad about that. She wanted to watch Porter come, wanted to see what her body could do to him and witness his loss of control.
She twitched and gasped when he pushed his hand between their sweaty bodies and rubbed her clit. It was still swollen and sensitive from his tongue and lips and she cried out loudly as the warmth within her turned into a blazing out-of-control burn.
“Porter!” She shouted his name, her hips rising and falling against his as he rubbed her clit and fucked her hard.
She screamed his name again as she came and her pussy tightened around him. He called her name hoarsely and she opened her eyes to see his fangs distended from his mouth and his eyes turned a bright, vivid jade. He was staring at her shoulder and she watched in shock when he suddenly turned his head and plunged his fangs into the soft meat of his own arm.
* * *
Porter’s wolf howled with rage when he sank his fangs into his own arm instead of Maggie’s soft flesh. He tore his mouth free and howled hoarsely as he came deep inside of her warmth. Blood poured out of his arm, splashing onto the bed sheets and Maggie’s pale flesh as he shuddered wildly before collapsing against her.
His wolf snarled at him. The primal need to claim Maggie was still raging through him and he fought bitterly against the shift as his wolf tried to break free. It wanted to bite Maggie and mark her as its mate forever. More hair sprouted on his cheeks and forehead and he was only dimly aware of Maggie’s frightened cry.
He rolled off of her and curled on his side with his back to her. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands and he made a series of harsh barks as his body shuddered. Little by little, he took back control and his wolf retreated, snarling and growling with anger.
“Porter?” Maggie’s frightened voice made guilt course through him. He sat up and gave her a look of shame.
“Darlin’, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She sat up next to him and shook her head. “You didn’t scare me.”
She was lying. He could smell the fear on her.
“Please don’t be frightened of me,” he begged in a low voice. “I would never hurt you.”
“I know you won’t,” she said softly.
He reached tentatively for her hand, relief flooding through him when she didn’t flinch away. She squeezed his hand tightly. “You’re bleeding badly.”
“It’ll stop soon,” he said.
She shook her head. “Wait here for a minute.”
She climbed out of the bed and left the room. He disposed of the condom and then pressed the sheet against the bite in his arm. Maggie returned carrying the first-aid kit from the bathroom and climbed back into bed.
She opened the box and pulled out some gauze and tape before picking up a disinfectant wipe. She tore it open and he dropped the sheet. The blood had slowed to a trickle and he flinched at the burn of the disinfectant when she wiped the bite marks.
“I’m sorry,” she said. She pressed gauze against the wound and quickly taped it into place as Porter muttered a curse.
“You have blood on you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she said. She used a clean piece of gauze to wipe away the blood on her upper chest and left shoulder.
“Why did you bite yourself?” She asked quietly.
“It was an accident,” he lied hoarsely. “Wolf shifters uh, sometimes bite when they mate with other shifters but never with humans.”
“You wanted to bite me?” She asked.
He nodded and she frowned at him. “So, you bit yourself instead to stop from biting me.”
“Please forgive me, Maggie. I’m so sorry.”
“Porter, you have nothing to apologize for. You’re the one who was bitten, not me.” She smiled warmly at him and patted his bare chest. “Don’t feel bad.”
“I scared you,” he said.
“Only for a second,” she replied.
He muttered a curse and she squeezed his other arm. “It’s okay, really.”
There was a moment of awkward silence and then she gave him a tentative smile. “I guess I should go back to the couch.”
“No!” He winced and lowered his voice. “I mean, I want you to stay with me in my bed but if you’d rather not…”
“No,” she said quickly. “I want to stay here with you but I just wasn’t sure if…”
She trailed off and he cursed inwardly. God, he had fucked up Maggie’s first time so badly and he’d never forgive himself.
As if she sensed what he was thinking, she cupped his face. “Porter, I don’t regret this. It was everything that I wanted it to be.”
“Are you sure?” He asked.
She nodded before smiling at him. “Well, maybe not the part where you bit yourself but everything else was super awesome.”
He grinned a little and she gave him a look of relief. “There you are.”
He leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed him sweetly in return and then smiled at him again. “We should change the sheets and go to bed. It’s late.”
When the fresh sheets were on the bed, he shut off the light and they climbed into bed. He spooned her tightly as she relaxed against him. He cupped her breast and kissed the back of her shoulder. Already he wanted her again but he couldn’t risk it. What if he couldn’t stop himself from biting her?
“Thank you, Porter,” she said softly. “It really was amazing. I mean that.”
He kissed her shoulder again. “For me too.” He paused and said awkwardly, “I didn’t take your virginity as payment for protecting you. You know that, right?”
She nodded. “Yes. I didn’t give it to you for that reason.”
“Why did you?” He asked quietly.
“Because I,” she hesitated before clearing her throat, “because I wanted you to be my first.”
He held her tightly and she rubbed his arm. “Good night, Porter.”
“Good night, darlin’.”