39 Rhythm

Porter Mature

She was riding me like a wild thing and I could have cum at any minute but I wasn’t quite ready for it to be over yet. Her body contracted around me, squeezing so hard that I had to grit my teeth to hold on a bit longer. Her pale skin was flushed with the exertion and she smelled so good...

I groaned with the force of my release, forcing it into her body. My wolf wanted to get her pregnant, and I desperately hoped she was right that her birth control would work against my instinctual desires. I didn’t have to ask to know that she wasn’t ready for children yet, and I didn’t want to fuck this up now that it was going so well.

She moved again, and I held her to me more firmly while snaking a hand between us to find her clit. She shivered while I worked her to another height and she dug her nails into my back while her muscles squeezed me again. The way she clung to me in the seconds afterwards felt damn good.

“You know, you might just be my new favourite drug.”

I just grinned instead of responding. “So, sex in the forest? Yea or nay?”

“Yea, although my knees are filthy,” she said. Her legs were splayed across me with her knees in the dirt on either side. My grin got bigger. “But you took most of the dirt.”

“That was the idea.” If I pounded into her with her back on the ground out in the forest she’d be at risk of being stabbed and bruised by twigs and rocks, or really any position where I was pushing my weight into her.

She scoffed at me but I didn’t care. She was human and I was her mate so I was going to protect her however required. It didn’t matter that she was a tough little thing and could likely manage on her own just fine, she shouldn’t have to now that she had me. I kissed her and her scoff melted into enthusiasm. The way I could distract her pleased me but I wasn’t about to get myself into trouble by telling her that.

We walked for a bit longer before circling back to the pack. I watched her carefully for any signs of regret, but all I could sense was contentment. I wished I could mark her now, but like moving in with me and having children, I figured it was probably too far of a leap.

When we got back to the trailer, we were on our own so I carried her off to my bed and made love to her again, this time more slowly. I wanted her to be able think of nothing else when she left. And she did leave, although at least she didn’t seem happy about it. I certainly wasn’t, as I watched her drive away and forced my wolf down where he wouldn’t cause any trouble with her.

After that weekend, we fell into a rhythm for weeks. I’d see her once or twice during the week, and we’d go wherever we could have a bit of privacy on the weekend, whether it was my new rooms in the pack house or her place when both her roommates were out. She kept working at the job she seemed not to particularly like, and she had decided to start talking to a counsellor about what she called her ‘issues’.

I just wanted her to be happy, so I supported whatever it took to get her there, and kept my wolf’s impatience under control to the best of my ability, while I worked at the new site or around the territory. My time was stretched thin, but it wasn’t that hard to manage with the satisfaction I got every time I saw her, and it helped me be patient while she set the pace. She knew that she was welcome to come and live with me when she was ready, and I kept my mouth firmly shut so I wouldn’t pressure her about it.

It was six months since the night I had met her as I drove into town. She didn’t know that, all she knew was that we were going out for a nice dinner that night. I had a surprise for her that I hoped she would like.

I knocked on her door, the box in my hand. It opened almost instantly. Daria stood there with the friendly smile I got now that she had determined I wasn’t a threat.

“Ugh, it’s so stuffy in here,” Lisa complained from down the hall.

“Then open a window,” Daria called back. She glanced at me. “She’s almost ready.”

Lisa walked out. “I did have it open.”

“Well, why did you shut it?”

“I didn’t.” Lisa paused and glanced at me. “Oh, hey Porter.”

“Maybe you girls should think about keeping it shut and locked anyway.” Not that would do much good if someone wanted to force their way in. I didn’t like the window, it was too large and too close to ground level for my comfort. I’d already convinced them to let me install a chain lock after much arguing, but even that didn’t make me feel much better about it.

Lisa looked annoyed. “Then we’ll all roast in here. It’s a hot spell.”

I shrugged. I felt a lot better about it when I slept over, but I could only do as much as I could convince them to let me. Obviously Amanda was my first priority, but she cared about her friends so I’d prefer if it were even a bit harder for a vampire or rogue to get in.

Finally, my mate came out and she looked so good my mouth watered. Her hair was down, which I always liked—and I hoped she left it that way because she knew my preference--, and she was wearing a dress that was just tight fitting enough to make my pants feel the same, and to make me want to murder the men who were sure to check her out tonight.

And then her smile when she met my eyes...it was everything I could have asked for in a mate.

“Hey Porter.” Her voice was as sweet as ever.

“You should probably put your eyeballs back in your head before you try to drive anywhere,” Lisa said. My mate blushed a bit and Daria giggled. I didn’t argue since I was so outnumbered.

“I’ve got something for you,” I told her.

She looked at the box curiously.

“You need to open it before we go.”

“That’s good, because the curiosity would kill me.” She took the box from my hands.

“Careful. It’s breakable.”

She lifted the lid and gasped, and then I got the smile that I had been aiming for. “Porter!”

“Happy six months.”

She glanced at me questioningly.

“Since I found you.”

Her roommates both cooed. I was used to ignoring them as an audience by now. Amanda and her friends were as up in each other’s business as a pack. I’d always believed humans were solitary creatures but my mate had taught me what social creatures they really could be. If the three could mind link I’d be doomed.

Amanda lifted the orange and black kitten out of the box carefully and I took the box from her. “I thought you forgot I said that.”

“I think you should name him Uno.”

“Uno?”

“Since he’s the first of many.”

“I love it.” She laughed and she looked as adorable as the little cat. Then she sighed. “We’re not supposed to have pets here though.”

“He can live with me until you’re in a situation where you can keep him,” I assured her. Or, hopefully when she wanted to live with me, too. The kitten was not an attempt to manipulate her into moving in with me. I wanted her to want me for me. And I doubted my stubborn mate would live with me if she didn’t want to, even for a cat.

Of course, if a bit of feline bribery happened to tip the scales in my favour, I wasn’t going to complain about that.

Our plans forgotten, she carried the kitten to the couch with her friends on her heels. It was fine, I’d made the reservations later than I’d told her, just in case we needed to run the cat back out to the pack before going. I doubted we’d need to since her friends seemed as enchanted with the fur ball as Amanda was. Daria glanced at me and gave me a quick thumbs up before joining the gushing over the animal.

Finally Amanda pulled herself out of her happy daze. “Oh no, we’re going to be late! Will you guys babysit Uno?”

“Definitely. Come to Auntie Lisa,” she said, taking the little orange fur ball.

“Don’t worry. I fibbed about the time since I didn’t know how long it was going to take.”

Amanda rolled her eyes as she put on some sexy high-heeled shoes that unbelievably made her legs look even better, and then we headed out.