by Clare Atling
Then he was kissing her again and lowered her back on to the bed, his hands frantically trying to remove her bra. Her nipples felt so hard they ached and, when the cool air touched them, she could have sworn she heard him growl. Instantly, his mouth was on them, sucking and teasing them, almost making her come. Maggie pressed against him again as she moved her hand to the back of his head, urging him on.
‘Please, Brandon,’ she cried out. ‘I need you.’ Those were the words he wanted to hear as he kissed down her ribs, making sure he didn’t miss a spot. Once he reached the top of her panties, he paused and slowly pulled them past her hips and down her legs. When she was completely naked, he stood and started to remove his own jeans. The hard bulge she saw there gave her the confidence she needed, knowing that she could turn a man like Brandon on so much.
‘Last chance to back out, angel? I can see and feel your nerves.’ He towered over her and suddenly she felt self-conscious, naked and spread out before him.
‘I don’t want to back out. I just don’t know how to start.’ He heard the trembling in her voice.
‘Then let me show you just how much I want you. Spread your legs for me, Maggie. I want to make sure you’re really wet and ready for me before I make love to you.’ She didn’t think she could get any wetter for him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him, then he spread her legs and bent down to kiss the inside of her thighs. He moved so mind-numbingly slowly that she couldn’t form words.
His thumbs pushed toward the outer lips of her pussy and pressed them open so he could see her pretty, pink, glistening folds before him. Brandon’s mouth watered at the sight and he groaned at the amount of juice he could already see there.
‘Jesus, Maggie, you’re soaking for me.’ Then, before Maggie could answer, he pressed a soft kiss against her clit before he sucked the whole thing into his mouth. Maggie arched off the bed and moaned so loudly she was pretty sure Hope could hear it from her house, but she didn’t care. No one had ever given her this pleasure and she was going to remember every feeling and sensation he gave her.
Brandon groaned as the flavour of musk burst against his tongue and he felt he was going to come in his boxers if she kept moaning like she was. He knew this was her first time and his ego inflated as he sucked gently on her. He glided a finger toward her entrance but didn’t push in; instead, he just slowly circled there, feeling her hips grind against his mouth. He loved how responsive she was to him. She was close to coming and, as soon as his finger plunged into her body and he sucked her clit into his mouth, she shot off the bed and he felt her clenching around his finger. Shit, he wasn’t going to last once he was inside her. Once she calmed down, he made his way back up her body, kissing all the way, stopping to take her perfect brown nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.
‘Brandon, oh god... no one has ever... please kiss me... I need you.’ He couldn’t say no to that and he slid further up her body. With his hips resting in hers, he couldn’t help but press against her, cross with himself that he hadn’t yet removed his boxers, wanting her to feel moist skin against him.
Her hands wrapped around his shoulders as he kissed her, blending their flavours together. Her delicate teeth nipped his lower lip as her tongue tangled with his. Not willing to lose contact, he pushed his pants down with one hand. Once he was free, he aligned himself against her and pressed slowly in, still kissing her to try and help her forget the pain. He rocked his hips gently, making sure he coated himself in her juices, each time pressing further and further in. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her mouth became tight against his. Brandon pulled away and looked down at his angel.
‘You are so beautiful. I can’t believe you are here with me, under me.’ He pressed further with each word. ‘I’m sorry I’m going to hurt you, but once I’m in the pain should go and I’ll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure.’ He hated what he was about to do, but also relished the thought that no one else had ever been there. His perfect mate, just for him.
‘Please, Brandon. Make me yours.’ She thrust her hips up as he pressed forward, seating himself fully inside her. He had to stop to catch his breath as her tight pussy clenched around him, squeezing him in a vice-like grip. He was afraid to move in case he hurt her… okay, he was afraid to move in case he came like a horny teenager before he gave her pleasure. She rocked against him again as if she could feel his inner battle.
‘Angel, you’re going to have to stop that or this will be over before it starts,’ said Brandon. She chuckled underneath him, sending vibrations all over his already alert body. As he looked down into her eyes, he knew in that moment he was in love with her.
‘Your eyes are beautiful when I see your wolf coming through,’ said Maggie, cupping his cheek with one hand.
‘I didn’t want to scare you by showing you my wolf, seeing as your past experience hasn’t been good,’ he replied.
‘Shh. Let’s not talk about it now,’ said Maggie softly. ‘We’ll talk tomorrow. There are things about me I need to tell you about. They may make you hate me, but tonight I just want to be yours and never forget this moment.’ Her eyes filled with tears, but he kissed each eyelid, elevating her fears.
‘Maggie, nothing you have done or do will ever make me hate you. I love you and my wolf loves you. But you’re right, the time for talking is tomorrow, as right now I want to make you scream my name out to the heavens!’ He pulled back and sunk into her again. Her response was to wrap her legs around him, urging him to take her. Her moans got louder as he plunged into her depths and he felt the internal ripples of her muscles flutter as he felt her coming against him. The warmth that surged down his spine and into his balls told him he wasn’t going to last much longer and, with three strokes, he let the heat take him as he shot inside of her.
It was the single, most perfect moment of his life, even if he had lasted mere minutes. He fell limp against her body as he rested his head on her breast. Her hands were stroking his hair, which was causing him to grow hard again. Damn, he loved the feeling of being inside her and he wanted to fuck her again, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
‘Are you sore?’ He tested by pulling out a fraction and pressing back into her heat. Her face was flush with pleasure and she moaned at his movements. ‘I can’t pull out as I want you again, angel. Are you okay with that?’
‘Yes, Brandon. Anything... please…’ She urged him on again as her legs tightened around him and, with that, he knew they weren’t going to get much sleep that night.
Chapter Six
The light seeping in through the window told Maggie it was early morning. Brandon was wrapped around her. She was spooned against him, her back to his front and, judging from the hard press of his erection against her bottom, he wasn’t asleep either. She felt his arms tighten around her and felt his warm breath on her neck.
‘Stop wriggling, as I know you’re too sore for another round.’ Brandon kissed her neck and, although she knew he was right about being sore, she felt her arousal spike and she wanted him again. ‘Damn, angel, you smell so good. But if I don’t get any sleep I’ll be like a bear with a sore head later. I’ve got some work to do today for the security here and I’ll need to concentrate on that.’ He was still kissing her neck as he spoke.
‘Then you’re going to have to stop kissing me, as it seems my body doesn’t realise how sore I am,’ she replied.
Brandon moved to turn her around so she was facing him. When she looked into his amber eyes, she knew the heat between them had affected him just as much. However, she needed to tell him about her pack with Marcus before she could go any further.
‘Stop it,’ he said. ‘Whatever put that look on your face, don’t worry about it now. Let’s get some sleep and we will talk it over later. I promise.’ He kissed her lips one more time before he pulled her against his chest and the bliss of sleep wrapped around her.
When she woke up, she didn’t know what time it was, but she knew Brandon wasn’t in the bed with her. Sudd
enly, she felt out of her depth being here in his room. She moved to get up and winced at the slight pain between her thighs, but then smiled when she thought about the amount of times they had made love the previous night.
She swung her legs over the bed and saw a clean T-shirt Brandon must have left for her to put on, but she desperately needed a shower and to use the toilet before Brandon returned. She walked across to the bathroom and shut the door. The last thing she needed was for him to walk in mid-flow. She wasn’t ready for that much openness just yet. Once she had finished, she turned on the shower and, once the water was warmed up, she jumped in.
The heat stung her sore muscles, but it felt good to get clean before she literally came clean to her wolf. She liked that – her wolf. Never in a million years would she have thought her life would be like this after the many years spent locked away by the very creatures she had come to love. The Penn family was nothing like the pack Marcus ruled over. They loved each other and looked out for each and every pack member.
Once she was dried, she pulled on the T-shirt and walked out from the bathroom to find Brandon sitting on the bed looking angry about something. Her stomach bottomed out as she wondered if he had found out her secret. However, as soon as he saw her he smiled and got up to come to her.
‘I’m sorry I hurt you last night,’ he said gently. ‘I didn’t mean to. I’ve made some breakfast. You must be starved, as I didn’t feed you last night.’ He was right and, as soon as he mentioned food, her stomach growled loud enough to rival his. He laughed and bent done to kiss her.
‘You didn’t hurt me, Brandon, I promise,’ Maggie replied. ‘I loved every minute of it.’ She let go of his hand and walked to the bed to see the blood stain on the crisp, clean sheets. She felt her whole body flush with shame. ‘Oh my god, Brandon! I’m so sorry. I’ll clean them up. Please, I’m sorry.’ She went to snatch them off the bed, but he stopped her by pulling her into his arms.
‘Wait. It’s all right, leave them,’ said Brandon. ‘I just didn’t think about it last night, but it’s common to bleed the first time.’ He pulled her against him and kissed the top of her head. ‘Shh, it’s okay.’
‘But I didn’t mean to ruin your sheets. Please, let me put it right.’ She pushed against him and he immediately let her go.
‘Stop, Maggie, it’s fine. We are wolves and it’s not the first time I’ve had blood on my sheets. When me and my brothers were younger, we’d fight all the time and get scratched up. Mamma showed us how to get it out, so I’m pretty sure they’re not ruined. Even if they are, I don’t care. Last night was the best night of my life and I don’t fucking care if I have to buy new sheets every night for the rest of my life.’ He caught her wince as his voice raised. He didn’t mean to scare her, but he knew it was hard for her to see him riled up when the last wolf she saw killed her family. ‘I’m sorry I raised my voice,’ he said, gently this time. ‘It’s okay, really. Come on, let’s go eat and we’ll sit and chat.’
Maggie couldn’t find her voice, so she nodded and followed him to the kitchen. However, instead of sitting down at the kitchen table, he grabbed the bowls and walked into the front room, which was clearly his office as well.
‘The table’s all set up in here,’ said Brandon. ‘Sorry about the mess. I don’t have many visitors here, you see, and mostly eat and Mum and Dad’s place, or at my desk. Here, sit down and I’ll grab the other chair.’
Maggie looked around the room and could see he clearly loved computers. His office had five computer screens that she could see and as many keyboards. The desk was littered with what looked like note books and spare parts.
‘So you’re a geek, huh?’ She smiled at him to let him know she was teasing. The bowl of fruit he had given her looked fresh, but she really could do with something more substantial to fill her stomach.
‘I thought we could get dressed and go to Callie's shop for lunch?’ he said, as if reading her mind. ‘I’m not much of a cook, as you know, and didn’t plan the whole staying over part, so didn’t prepare for breakfast. Is that okay?’
‘That sounds great.’ She was relieved, but nervous at the same time. ‘So, you like computers?’ He blushed at her words and she hoped she didn’t offend him.
‘I seem to know what to do with them,’ he replied. ‘I love tinkering and seeing how things work. Plus, I’m the only one on the island who knows enough to keep us in the twenty-first century. My brothers all hate technology, so I get the job of setting up our security system and anything else that needs doing.’
‘You mentioned that before,’ said Maggie. ‘Why do you need security here on the island? It’s pretty remote.’ Suddenly she knew why. To keep people like her away from his family.
‘For the most part we live here on the island and have enough shops and a bar to keep things to ourselves,’ explained Brandon. ‘But a few weeks ago, we had an incident that put a few of us at risk. An alpha from another pack threatened my family and hasn’t yet been caught, so we need to keep a close watch on all the comings and goings in order to keep everyone safe. You’re included in that now, Maggie. I’ll keep you safe.’ His hand rested on her bare thigh and, in an instant, a tingling awareness crept up her leg.
‘Thank you, Brandon.’ Her eyes stung at the thought of the imminent admission. ‘I need help and I’m afraid to tell you in case you’ll hate me.’ Her tears fell and Brandon brushed them away.
‘Hey, nothing will keep you from me,’ he said. ‘One day I hope to make you my mate, but not until you’re ready. Whatever you need help with, we will provide it. You’re family now and as good as part of this pack. We help each other.’
‘I know you do,’ replied Maggie. ‘I’ve never lived with such a loving family before. In fact, my life was so fucked up before I came here that I never knew how other packs could be with each other, other than the pack I was raised with…’ His hand was still resting on her leg. She looked up to meet his eyes. Oh boy, this was it. She was going to let him know all her dirty secrets and hope he loved her enough to keep those promises.
‘You grew up with a pack?’ asked Brandon, confused. ‘But I thought you were human? I guess I was naive in wondering how you took to us all so well. Tell me about it, Maggie. What happened to you in those woods?’ He sat up straight and her stomach churned. She felt she was going to be sick. ‘Just tell me, Maggie. I can’t protect you until you tell me.’
Maggie took a deep breath and then began to tell him her story. ‘I grew up not that far from here, with another pack of wolves, but they were nothing like your family. They were mean and hated humans so much they basically treated us as slaves. My mum got caught up in their pack when I was young and she was forced to work for the alpha as his personal house keeper. As long as she did everything he said I would be safe. I was kept in a room upstairs, but was never allowed out. He would come and sit with me and tell me all the vile things he was doing to my mother and eventually would do to me. I was allowed to read and watch TV, but never allowed outside beyond the gated balcony from my room...’
Her tears were flowing freely now, but Brandon just sat listening to her, letting her get it all out. Once she started, she felt she had to carry on. ‘My mother would read to me when I was younger and taught me the basics of life. She warned me not to upset the alpha and, if he ever came to me, to not fight. Can you imagine that? Not even fighting for your own daughter! She knew what the man was like, yet still she didn’t fight to get me out. I hated her for it. That makes me a terrible person, doesn’t it?’ She looked at Brandon, but all he did was shake his head.
‘No, Maggie,’ he replied, ‘it doesn’t. It just makes you a survivor of your circumstances. What happened to her?’ Brandon sat so still, his voice so calm, that she knew once she had finished he wouldn’t want her again. But she had to tell him everything so she could fight to get him back.
‘He killed her, the alpha. The son came and got me one day and said his father wanted to see me. The son wasn’t so bad and pretty
much kept his distance, but I knew he kept the other wolves from sniffing around me. When he came to my room telling me that Marcus wanted to see me, I knew then he was going to rape me and that my mother was no longer there to protect me. I tried to fight, but I wasn’t strong enough against them.’ She felt Brandon’s rage pouring from him. ‘He didn’t hurt me, Brandon, but what he did seemed much worse to me. He offered me a deal.’ With that, Brandon stood and threw his bowl across the room.
‘So your parents weren’t ripped apart by wolves in the woods? You lied about that?’ He pinched the bridge of noise as if to calm his thoughts. ‘You fucking lied to me?’
Her voice was thick with tears and she could hardly finish explaining.
‘He offered me freedom if I came here and brought you or one of your brothers back to him. I don’t know why he wants you so badly, but when I made the deal I didn’t know you. I thought all wolf packs were the same. I didn’t know I would fall in love with you. I wanted to be free. I didn’t want to live my life like my mother had. It was the only way I could get away. He told me that if I told any of you his plans I would be taken back and given to the pack. Please help me, Brandon. I don’t want to be without you. Please…’ She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care. Last night had changed everything for her and she knew she couldn’t give Brandon or his family to that sick alpha wolf for his own perverse games.
‘You lied about everything?’ said Brandon incredulously. ‘How do I know you’re not fucking lying now? FUCK!’ He ripped the chair and threw it across the room, making her flinch as it smashed into the wall. ‘Is that why you came here last night? And is that why you asked all those questions this morning, to gain some inside information?’ Brandon was prowling now and, with his eyes turned amber, she could tell his wolf was close. Then he stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. ‘Get out.’ His words were quiet but full of anger.