Maggie's Wolves, Part One: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 1) (3 page)

Later.
Later, she would taste him. She would touch him everywhere and try to give back some of the pleasure he’d given her. Right now, she needed this.

He climbed on to the mattress behind her and settled one big hand on her hip. He slid his cock through her folds until the blunt head bumped against her clit. She cried out at the jolt of sensation that shot through her, and Eli made a soothing noise.

“I’ve never had sex with a woman like this before, Maggie. I’ve never taken a woman as a mate would. It didn’t seem right even when I had no hope of ever finding you.” Positioning himself at her entrance, he nudged forward, pressing only the tip inside of her. “Ah…God, you’re fucking perfect.”

She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening with resistance. He was barely inside, and yet he felt so big. Too big. Instinctively, she rocked forward, trying to escape. His hands tightened on her hips, not allowing her retreat.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice a ragged growl. “Trust me just a little further, sweetheart.”

There was nothing little about it, not about trusting him or about his size. His cock was a heavy weight against her most intimate parts, thick and unyielding. His breath was strained. Tension radiated off the hard body behind her, but still he waited. Her choice. He was still waiting for her to make it.

She’d already made her decision, and there was no question of her changing her mind now. She pushed against him, accepting another inch, and Eli groaned. His hands smoothed down her back, and he murmured her name before gripping her waist and sliding deeper. Her flesh parted grudgingly, stretching to accommodate his size. When she pulled away, he followed, leaning forward to plant a hand on the mattress beside hers. He nuzzled the back of her neck, nipped her shoulder and then dragged his tongue up the side of her throat. She tilted her head to give him better access and he scraped his teeth above her pulse.

“You’re killing me,” he said brokenly, forcing her legs wider and burying himself deeper inside her. It felt good, that fullness. It felt right, and she wanted more. “I’m trying so hard to be good here.”

“Please, Eli. I don’t need you to be good. I need…” What did she need, except for more of him? And he was doing his damndest to give her that, though her body was resistant. She whimpered as her womb clenched with heat, wanting more. Hungry. Insatiable. The wolf didn’t want gentle. She didn’t want him to be
good
. 

Eli hummed in sympathy, but he didn’t relent. “Soon, sweetheart. Almost there. Be patient with me. I don’t want to hurt you. Heat can last for days and it doesn’t care how sore you are. Let me be gentle while I can. You’ll appreciate it once you meet the rest of the pack.”

The thought of the rest of his pack joining them sent another searing wave of need and lust rolling through her. She shouldn’t want more men, especially when she couldn’t even handle the one she had. But she did. They weren’t really men anyway. They were shifters, just like her. The only people on earth who could possibly understand her driving urge to mate.

“I don’t care about that,” she cried. “I need you to fuck me, Eli. Please.”

His free hand slipped down to cup one heavy breast. He caught her nipple between his fingertips and rolled the aching peak. Her body jerked when he pinched it. She pulled away from the sharp sensation, but that only impaled her deeper onto his cock. She gasped, and he did it again, harder this time. The sting was a sharp counterpoint to the gentle kisses he rained down upon her back and shoulders. He rocked against her, gently nudges that pushed him deeper and deeper with every short thrust.

She found her fear slipping away until there was only sensation. Eli’s cock stretching her wider, slowly, inexorably filling her up. His scent surrounding her, and his hands—God, his clever, amazing hands—drifting lower and splaying briefly over her abdomen before sliding between her trembling thighs. He slicked a fingertip through her folds and then circled her swollen clit.

“My greedy little Maggie. So wet and hot. You like having my cock buried inside you, don’t you?”

She moaned, and he nudged deeper.

“Does it drive away the pain of the heat, me filling you up? Can you still feel it now?”

The desperate, needy feeling trembled in her womb and urged her to growl at him to hurry. She didn’t know if it was the heat or plain desire. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t take much more of it. She needed him to move.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking.

He growled low in his throat and she arched her back as he withdrew. He rose up behind her and grabbed hold of her hips, lifting her to adjust her position to exactly the right angle.

“As my mate commands,” he said, and then drove fully inside of her in one long, relentless thrust. He didn’t stop until his hips were pressed flush against her ass, but then he held himself there for a long moment. She panted as her body struggled to adjust to his enormous cock. She cried out as he withdrew again, dragging his hard flesh along her sensitized nerve-endings. She tried to follow him, but he held her steady, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He slammed home again, and she rocked forward, falling onto her forearms. He pulled her back onto his cock, and she cried out his name.

“Is this what you want, my sweet girl?”

“Yes.” This is exactly what she’d needed. What her body had been craving.

Her breasts swayed as he drove into her again and again. His balls slapped against her skin. She arched her back, trying to take him deeper and he growled low in his throat.

He covered her again, leaning over her back. Fisting his hand in her hair, he tugged, turning her head so that he could take her mouth in a branding kiss, hot and possessive. His tongue speared into her mouth even as his cock filled her pussy. Every breath was filled with his scent. Every single cell in her body filled with awareness of him. The powerful movement of his body on her and inside her. His rasping breath and the hard pounding thrust of his cock.

There was a tremor beneath her skin as occurred just before the change. For a second, it terrified her.

“Eli,” she gasped. He’d promised she wouldn’t shift during sex. She didn’t know what that would do to her when they were joined like this. What it would do to him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said harshly. “I’ve got you. Let her out.”

She barely heard the words because the tension that had been building inside her all day suddenly released in a fireball of sensation. She’d never felt anything like it before. It wasn’t the primal pleasure and pain of the shift when the very cells of her body felt ripped apart and rebuilt. Certainly, she’d never achieved anything like it with her hands. This went beyond that. It was far deeper and more powerful. Not only her body was swept up in it, but her mind and spirit too. She might have lost herself completely, but Eli was there with her, connected, anchoring her and pulling her back to herself as her body clenched around him again and again.

“Ah, fuck,” he roared, and then his body stiffened. Wrapping an arm around her torso just beneath her breasts, he pulled her tight to him and then he bit her.

She cried out as his teeth sank into the muscle behind her shoulder. It should have hurt. It did hurt. But it also felt so damn right that it lifted her into another orgasm, this one sweeter than the last. She felt the flood of his seed, hot and vital. She felt him. The essence of the man that Eli was. And she felt his wolf touch her consciousness for a moment. Possessive and satisfied.

Eli licked the spot where he’d bit her and she shivered.

“Maggie,” he said softly. “Sweet Maggie. I never imagined it would be like that.”

He withdrew from her body and rolled to the mattress pulling her with him and tucking her against his warm, strong body. When she didn’t respond, he caught her chin and lifted her face. “Are you okay?”

She was so much better than okay. She was complete. Her wolf quiet. The wild hunger of the heat faded. A deep peace wrapped around her. She dipped her chin and caught his thumb between her teeth to bite it lightly.

His eyes turned wolfish, and she smiled. “Is it always like that between wolves?”

He breathed an unsteady laugh, and his arm tightened around her shoulders. “God, I hope so.”

Chapter Four

Eli woke when the fire burned low enough to raise goosebumps on his exposed skin. Outside, the storm still blew, rattling the glass in the old windows of the cabin and causing the trees to creak and sway. Inside, the air was rapidly cooling. He slid his hand over the soft, warm curves of the woman tucked so sweetly against him.

Wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets, he didn’t want to get up, but he didn’t want the fire to go completely out. He slid from the bed as carefully as he was able and adjusted the blankets around Maggie’s spent body. She murmured a sleepy protest and rolled onto her back, exposing one ripe breast. Her nipple pebbled in the chilly air, and it took every ounce of willpower Eli possessed to turn away and re-stoke the fire. Neither the mundane task nor the cold air could stop his cock from hardening.
His.
His mate was in that bed, sated and filled with his seed.

When he finished rebuilding the fire, he stood over the bed, looking down at the unexpected treasure fate had gifted him. As if she could sense his attention, Maggie moaned softly in her sleep. She threw an arm over her head, and the blanket slipped lower, baring her to the waist. Stifling a groan at the sight, Eli climbed in beside her, determined to be good and let her get the rest she so desperately needed.

When he and Case had discussed searching for a female shifter last year, he’d learned everything he could about them—why there were so few left, how the mating process worked and how heat affected their bodies. He’d spoken with a few older shifters he knew, and he’d studied all of the old journals Case had collected over the years. Dec had laughed at the idea of going hunting for one, saying they’d have better luck finding a unicorn. And yet here was Maggie, delicious and passionate, so perfectly ripe and ready to be mated.

He hadn’t believed it last night when he’d first caught her scent, certain that it was a trick of the wind. He’d almost been back to his truck by then, parked a mile off the highway on an old dirt service road. Just a tease of wolf scent in the air, but he’d had to follow it. He hadn’t completely understood the compulsion until he’d drawn closer to the cabin. Her scent was stronger there, irresistible by then.

It had been like something out of a storybook. The isolated mountain. Snow floating down from the pale sky and that curl of smoke spiraling up from the chimney. He’d had the fleeting thought that it was some kind of trap until the moment Maggie opened the door and he’d seen her standing there, uncertain and alone.

He’d been lost the moment she met his gaze. He was a fairly dominant wolf, second in their pack to Case. With the way Maggie grew up, she couldn’t know how unusual it was for a wolf to be able to look him in the eyes for longer than a second or two. He’d felt the challenge to his bones. She’d been a glorious sight. Eyes bright and chin lifted despite her fear. Skin flushed with arousal. Her strong, curvy body wrapped in clothes that did nothing but make him want to tear them off her.

She’d asked him why he wanted her when they’d only just met, and the memory made him smile. Humans could make a checklist of what they wanted in a mate and go look for that person, but wolves were drawn to form packs. His wolf had led him to Case. The other members of the pack had arrived at the lodge in much the same way, one by one, each following their own path and the instincts of their wolf to search for a home. Maggie wasn’t as in tune with her wolf and had probably subconsciously blocked the impulse. But the wolves knew, the wolves always knew, who fit together.

Eli had wanted to claim Maggie as his mate the moment he saw her. Likely the moment he’d caught her scent halfway down the mountain. The pack bond was more powerful than whether they rooted for the same sports teams or whether they both liked to go antiquing on the weekend. Anything they might have in common now or the plans they had for the future. The pack bond was primal and deep, stronger than compatibility or attraction. It was stronger than love, though love could definitely play a part. He hoped Maggie would come to love him, come to love them all.

He dragged a fingertip down the firm curve of her breast, and his cock throbbed when her nipple tightened. When he lifted his gaze to her face, he wasn’t really surprised to find her eyes slit open, watching him. She’d become more certain of herself after that first time. Demanding he fill her every time the heat rose again. It was nearly dawn now. He could feel it in his bones. The moon had set. The night animals who’d braved the storm had long since scurried back to their holes and dens.

He’d never been more in touch with his wolf than he was now with his mate stretched out beside him. Maggie reached out, threaded her fingers through his hair, and drew his head down to her breast. She wasn’t so strong that he couldn’t resist her, but he didn’t. Closing his lips around her nipple, he sucked it into his mouth. She arched her back, moaning softly, and he pulled harder. Taking the tip between his teeth, he circled it with his tongue and then withdrew, sliding his cheek along her soft skin and then nipping at the underside of her breast.

He splayed his hand over her belly, wondering if she’d conceived. He didn’t know how he felt about that exactly, becoming a father. But he’d always known he wanted to have a child someday. For wolves, it wasn’t always possible to plan such things according to a schedule. Maggie hadn’t chosen to go into heat when she did. Her wolf had decided she was ready. Some opportunities you just had to take as they presented themselves or risk regretting them for the rest of your life. How much braver had Maggie been to grab hold of the chance when she hadn’t even known what was happening to her when he came across her?

Her hands moved to his shoulders and clutched at him. Resisting the demand, he smiled. “I didn’t mean to wake you. The fire needed tending. You should sleep.”

“That’s not what I want.” Her voice was hoarse, from sleep or from the way she’d screamed that last time, he wasn’t sure.

He moved, turning his body so he was on top of her and settling in the vee formed by her open legs. She lifted her hips and her scent changed from sleepy woman to aroused woman. Supporting his weight on his forearms, Eli nuzzled at her breasts again, licking and lapping at her soft flesh until she squirmed beneath him.

“If I make you come again, you’ll sleep,” he said, trying for a compromise.

“Mmm-hmm.”

He smiled. It wasn’t quite the promise he wanted, but what the hell, he’d take it. She needed to rest when the heat ebbed, that’s what one old journal he’d read had suggested. The female shifter who’d written it hadn’t been shy or ashamed about the effects of heat. He’d seen Maggie question her own needs a time or two during the night, hesitating before asking him for what she needed. He wouldn’t reject any of her demands when she was still so uncertain about making them. He could be gentle.

Shifters healed faster than normal humans, but they’d been fucking for the last several hours and she would be sore. All of those muscles she’d never used before and her soft tender flesh. Heat lasted for days and she had yet to meet the rest of his pack. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she needed this too, pleasure without the frantic drive of heat pushing her from one tumbling climax to the next. This time, he would love her. Kneel at her feet and worship her like the goddess she was.

He kissed his way down her body, acquainting himself with the curve of her waist and the turn of her navel. He liked the extravagant flare of her hips. He’d enjoyed holding them as he ploughed into her from behind. He liked the way she moved them now, with a lift and a wriggle, impatient for him to move on. The hair between her legs was as dark as that on her head, both curly and sweet. He urged her thighs wider to make room for his shoulders and she opened for him without the least bit of resistance. Already, she trusted him to bring her pleasure. He growled in approval. He parted her gently, lightly stroking through her swollen folds.

She moaned and he lifted his head to reassure himself that it was pleasure and not pain that had caused the sound.

She met his gaze, her eyes beginning to glow. “Don’t stop.”

As if he could be here, look at her like this, spread like a feast before him, and then turn away. His self-control was good, but it sure as hell wasn’t that good. He lowered his mouth to taste her. Licked deeply through her folds, letting his tongue dip inside her pussy before dragging it up in a long sweep to her clitoris.

Her scent surrounded him, wild and sweet. He could smell his own scent on her skin, mingled together with hers. He would like for her to always smell like this, ravished and satisfied. Like she belonged to him.

He pulled at her clit, gently sucking it between his lips and then caressing it with the flat of his tongue. Easy and soft. Her hips shifted restlessly and she moaned, her body stirring awake slowly. He cupped her ass to hold her steady and then slicked his thumbs through her folds to spread them wider.

He breathed a curse. So swollen and ripe. There was no blood so he hadn’t really hurt her, but she had to be sore. Instinct made him lick at her pink flushed flesh in long soothing strokes. Maggie reached for him, her fingertips sifting through his hair and then fisting there when his mouth closed again over her clit.

With slow licks and nudges, he brought her close to the edge and then retreated when she started to move against him, pressing against his face. He massaged her entrance with his thumbs until they were coated with moisture and then moved them lower to press against the tight pucker of her anus. She stiffened at the change in their play, and he soothed her with murmured words of entreaty and encouragement, with soft strokes to her clit with his tongue. When he felt her muscles ease, he pressed deeper.

Working the tip of his thumb into her ass was harder than it had been to work his cock into her tight pussy, and that had nearly killed him. He wouldn’t take her here, not yet, but there was no way Jack would be able to resist. And Eli wanted her ready to accept every pleasure they could give her.

Pushing his tongue into her pussy, he let the honey he drew from her body trickle down to coat his thumb. When her skin was well slicked, he pressed deeper, past the stiff ring of muscle, all the way to his knuckle. He rested there for a moment, gently stretching her, and went back to sucking at her clit.

She writhed against the unfamiliar invasion, but the hand clenched in his hair never once tried to pull him away.

For all that she’d been a virgin, she was also open and brave. She liked trying new things, and he wanted to show her everything. He wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. He liked how sweet it looked in repose, how the corners quirked up when she smiled. He’d like to see how her mouth looked stretched around his cock. There would be time for that too. Her ass. Her mouth. Tonight, he’d already pushed her far enough.

He moved, flexing his hips and rubbing his aching cock against the sheets in an effort to relieve the discomfort. The abrasion did nothing but make him want to take her again. But he was used to restraining himself. With human women, he had to keep his nature locked up. He couldn’t be too rough or demand too much. He’d never found a human woman who was able to handle all of him as Maggie had done. All of his cock, all of his lust, all of himself.

Turning his hand, he slid his middle finger into her pussy and began to move. Just the slightest bit of pressure. His thumb in her ass, the tip of his finger sliding to circle the entrance of her pussy while his tongue worshipped her clit. She wrapped her legs around his head and pressed her heels into the backs of his shoulders. She moaned his name, and he decided it was the most beautiful damn sound in the world.

A second later he changed his mind.

Maggie arched her back, her breasts thrusting up, nipples tight, skin flushed and softly gleaming in the firelight. The muscles clasped around his fingers fluttered and then began to rhythmically pulse. Maggie cried out with a harsh strangled scream of pure ecstasy, and he decided
that
was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life.

He thrust his fingers inside her, slow and smooth, as she rode the peak of her climax. He nuzzled at her clit as her body began to ease, and when her fingers loosened their grip on his hair, he climbed up her panting body and took her in his arms. He kissed her temple and her lips. He stroked her back and pulled her leg over to rest between his.

His cock ached, throbbed when it brushed against her soft skin. His instinct told him to roll her over and ride her hard. Maggie, his passionate accepting mate, might allow that, welcome it even, but she needed this more.

When she reached for his cock, he shifted his hips to block her from grabbing hold of him. If her fingers wrapped around him, he didn’t think he’d have the control to resist.

“Sleep,” he said, against her hair.

“You’re hard. I can feel it. You didn’t come.”

“You’ve drained me dry,” he lied.

She made a small sound of amusement and disbelief. He smiled. This was good too. Just holding her like this. He’d make it a few more hours, until dawn came. Then he’d go outside and roll around in the snow if he had to.

Maybe he was being too careful. Dec always accused Case of bossing people around and Eli of babying them. He was a dominant wolf, though not as dominant as Case, and it made him protective as hell. He’d never seen it as a bad thing, wanting to take care of the people you cared about, and he had no intention of changing.