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Amanda

I woke up at home, buried under the blankets and in bed all alone. Uno was napping in his bed by the wall. “Porter?” I wanted him with me.

“Yeah?” His voice came from the kitchen, and a minute later he came in. “Do you need something?”

“Yes.” You.

“Hungry? I’ll get you something.”

I sighed.

“What is it?”

“Come here,” I said, making more room for him. He sat on the side of the bed, not touching me. What was his problem now? “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re acting weird. Like you don’t want to be near me.”

“No, that’s not it.” He raked his hand through his hair.

“Is it because...of what he did?”

“What? No. What did he do?”

“Not much. He didn’t have much time. Mostly he just threatened and taunted me. Pressured me to go along with his delusions.”

“His delusions?”

“It was disturbing.” I shivered. “But I’m fine.”

“I’m relieved.” He paused for a long moment. “I killed him.”

I glanced at Porter’s face. “Yeah, I know. Are you...feeling guilty?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“Does it bother you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, what I saw was pretty gruesome. But he had a gun, and he could have killed me. He paid people to spy on me and abduct me. So it’s not like I’m sad or anything.”

“Are you scared?”

“Well yes. What if someone finds out you did it?” I didn’t want Porter to end up in jail or something.

“Even if somehow the agents missed something, they’d cover up if the police got suspicious of me. They wouldn’t want humans looking into how I managed to make a murder look like a wild animal mauling. And they don’t want to give the hunters an excuse to get more involved. Alphas like sharing power with other kinds even less than they like sharing with other alphas. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Good.”

“So what do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry, Porter.” I was a bit hungry, but I wanted to touch him more than that. Not even sexually, just so that his skin was on mine. It would make me feel better. I grabbed his hand tried to pull him towards me. “I need a pillow,” I whined.

He half smiled and let me yank him over beside me, then I curled up with my head on his shoulder. Before too long I drifted back to sleep.

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Porter was snoring when I woke up. He looked relaxed and peaceful. A good girlfriend probably would have left him to alone to get a good rest.

But I could think of more interesting ways to be a good girlfriend. I slipped my hands under the covers and found what I was looking for, running my fingers along his length.

He groaned, and shifted in his sleep and I did it again. He groaned my name and I smiled wickedly at the feel of him stiffening up in my hand. They way he was always ready to go with me was good for my ego. Made me feel hot and skilled.

He opened an eye and smiled groggily. I pecked his lips and worked my way down his body beneath the covers and took him into my mouth.

“Amanda...”

I released him. “You asking me to stop?”

“You know I’m not, little tease.”

I smirked. Teasing him was becoming one of my favourite hobbies, but I also loved his satisfaction. And my own. I played with the head of his shaft before moving up and down in a simulation of intercourse. The way he strained and groaned made me feel good, because I loved him and I wanted him to feel good in return.

His hand found the back of my neck and guided me, rough but not uncomfortable. He pushed in one final time and I held him in my mouth and swallowed his release.

“Mmmm, you’re too good,” he said as I crawled up to cuddle up against him. Resting my head on his chest, I could hear the rapid beat of his heart.

“Glad you think so.”

His hand wandered down my back and grabbed my ass. I curled in closer to him so I could rub against his hip. I still wanted him badly. Very badly. I probably always would.

“I love you, Porter.” The words were hard to get out, but that didn’t make them any less true.

He looked at me like I cured cancer or something, and then simply said, “I love you, too.” He smiled and it made me warm. This was nice.

“You can mark me.”

He stared for a long moment, and then his smile grew. “Now?”

I shrugged and pretended to be nonchalant even though my heart was hammering with, excitement, nervousness, I didn’t know what. “Sure.”

His smile grew, and he kissed me, his stubble rubbing my skin in a pleasing way. Then he worked his way to my neck and kissed it, sending tingles down to my chest and between my legs. Then it hurt, but I didn’t care about the pain because it sent my body into convulsions. My eyes fluttered shut as I groaned his name. Too bad he could only mark me once.

I opened my eyes to see his annoyingly smug expression. “You liked that?”

“Ack!” His voice startled me and I jumped, pulling me out of my pleasure fuelled haze.

“You okay? Did I hurt you?” Of course he was instantly concerned.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just do not talk in my head yet,” I said, scowling at him. “It’s like a foreign voice in my brain and I don’t know what to do with that.”

He looked like he felt guilty.

I didn’t want him to feel bad so I kept babbling. “Don’t look like that. I’m not upset. Just give me time to get used to it. It just takes time. You’re good at being patient.”

He snorted. “I’m terrible at being patient. I only make myself be patient for you. If it were up to me I would have done this the first night we met.”

His kissed me, and I got the faint taste of iron from when he had bit me, but I didn’t care because I was still aching for him. Almost as soon as I thought it, his head was between my legs and his fingers were inside me, and I was writhing and clutching onto the sheets while he made me spasm some more.

Then he settled between my legs, intertwined our fingers, and sunk into me as deep as he could go, his eyes refusing to leave mine.

And I didn’t fight it.