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

by Cara Morgan

  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 wer
e 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.

  He’d give Maggie the time she needed to heal and then introduce her to the rest of the pack. They would accept her. He couldn’t imagine any other possibility than that. And she would accept them too.

  He hoped.

  Even with as much as he loved his pack mates, there was a part of him that was glad they weren’t here right now. He wanted Maggie to claim them as mates too, but he also liked having her to himself at the moment. He’d been the first to have her. The first to mark her. And no matter what happened next, he’d always have that claim.

  Maggie surprised him by rolling on top of his body and stretching along his length like she intended to serve as his own personal blanket. He groaned. “Sweetheart, no. You need the rest.”

  She straddled his hips and propped herself up just enough to look him in the eye. That saucy little smile quirked her lips and she rolled her hips, sliding her wet pussy up and down his straining cock.

  His wolf rose to the surface like a shot, suddenly ravenous. His hands gripped her waist, pushing her to rock against him again. She obliged.

  “You’re killing me, you know that?”

  “You look fit enough. You want me.”

  “You know I do.”

  “Then, why?” The flash of uncertainty that flickered in her eyes tugged at his heart. He remembered the scent of her when she’d told him about her parents—grief and bone-deep longing. The strength of it had surprised him after all this time. And her damned Aunt Tildy who’d tried to get her to deny the wolf. Maggie had been a virgin, untouched by any other man because she lived a split life. She couldn’t deny the wolf and live the life her aunt had demanded of her. And the only way she could live as a wolf was by keeping herself from getting too close to normal humans. Loneliness, that’s what he’d scented on her, heard in her voice. The heat drove her to crave his touch, but it wasn’t the only reason she’d claimed him as her mate.

  “I’m not rejecting you, Maggie. You’re mine, remember? That means always.” He lifted a hand to her face. “But you’re also very sore.”

  “I ache.” She dipped her head and nipped at his chin, causing his cock to throb.

  She began to suck and lick her way down his throat, and he felt his resolve slip away. Muttering a curse, he rolled her beneath him. He slipped his arms beneath her shoulders and held her head her gaze as he carefully sank into her heat.

  He wasn’t used to this, being face to face with the women he had sex with. His size meant that most women stared at his chest while he fucked them. It was as if Maggie had been made specifically for him. He liked watching the expressions flicker across her face, the way her gray eyes turned stormy and then began to glow as the wolf rose to the surface. He circled his hips, grinding against her, watching for the moment her eyes went wide and unfocused. He concentrated on that spot. Thrusting lazily, paying special attention to make sure he hit her clit every time. She arched against him, a low moan escaping from her throat. He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled back her head to expose the long line of her throat.

  He tasted her there, licking at the little hollow at the base and then dragging his tongue along her skin. He nipped at her chin and felt warmth expand in his chest when she smiled.

  He liked to please her. How complicated the world had seemed only a few hours ago and how simple it was now—he was meant to do this, simply to please Maggie in every way that she would allow.

  “This is what you want?”

  Her eyes opened, wolf bright and hungry. “More, Eli. Give me more.”

  How could he deny her?

  Chapter Five

  Maggie opened her eyes to slits and then blinked against the bright, clear light that streamed in through the frost-covered window above the bed. She stretched luxuriously and winced as her stiff muscles protested the movement. For a second, she was confused—about her stiff muscles, and the soreness between her legs, about the swollen sensitivity of her nipples as they dragged against the blanket. And then it all came back to her in a rush. Her heat and the stranger she’
d taken as a mate.

  Eli.

  Devastatingly hot and unexpectedly tender. Her mate who’d fucked her repeatedly during the long hours of the night, meeting every demand of her heat-afflicted body until she fell to sleep in an exhausted stupor just before dawn.

  She closed her eyes in mortification. The things she’d let him to do her. The things she’d done to him! And while he might have agreed to mate with her, he was still a stranger. She didn’t know how she was going to look him in the eye today in the bright light of morning. A blush crept over her skin and she shivered at the memory of his touch. She couldn’t even think about him without getting aroused all over again. Her wolf stirred drowsily awake and her womb throbbed with warmth at just the thought of sex.

  The mattress dipped as Eli sat down beside her. He’d built the fire and she could smell coffee. Below that was his scent, familiar now and mouth-wateringly delicious.

  He brushed the hair back from her face. “Hey there, sleepy head. You’re not hiding from me, are you?” There was a note of amusement in his deep voice. “Your scent changes when you’re asleep, did you know that? It’s all drowsy and content when you’re dreaming and then spikes sharper when you wake up.”

  So there was no point in trying to hide. She opened her eyes.

  Eli was perched on the side of her bed. Shirtless. He was all broad shoulders and rippling muscle. His skin was winter pale but with a golden tone that kept him from looking as ghostly as she did this time of year. There were scratch marks on his chest and arms. The imprint of her teeth on his shoulder. She winced and then finally found the courage to lift her gaze to his face.

  The warmth in his expression gave her courage. They might have been strangers last night when he knocked at the door, but they weren’t now. He had nice eyes, dark blue, with tiny laugh lines at the corners. Under other circumstances, his hard jaw and scruffy growth of new beard might have made him seem rough, but his smile was so tender and…happy, just plain happy, that no matter how much logic told her she should be wary, her instincts told her she was safe.