Matt's Mistake

By Julie Raust

Copyright © 2013 Julie Raust

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Matt’s Mistake

No fucking way!
Matthew fumed,
throwing the phone onto the passenger seat beside him. Brooding
over the offensive email, his foot weighed heavily on the gas as he
felt his panic start to rise.

You are cordially invited

to attend the engagement party of

Damian Jacob Breeder to

Margaret June Mason,

Saturday, June 3rd, at Harwood Hall.

The couple is registered at…

Blah .. blah… blah…

He’d first viewed the email invitation four
hours ago and Matthew still felt pure rage pumping through his
veins. Apparently, Maggie had become tired of waiting for his
return and decided to get on with her life by marrying someone else
─ a
Breeder
of all people. Over. His. Dead. Body.

Matthew fought to remain calm as he drove
through the back roads of the small town he’d once called home. He
could have made the journey in his wolf form, and probably would
have made better time, but in his heightened emotional state, his
senses would be off, which could bring trouble.

No, he needed to focus his energy on the only
thing that mattered right now, finding Maggie Mason and stopping
her from making the biggest mistake of her life.

********

Matthew Reign slammed through the unlocked
screen door of Maggie’s rustic-style log home. Whatever reception
he expected, it was not the scene displayed before him.

His acute canine senses of smell and hearing
should have warned him what was going on long before he crossed the
cabin threshold. Now he was gifted with the view of two panting
naked bodies wildly fornicating in the open living room. The man,
whom he’d never seen before, was furiously pounding his cock into
the slick pussy of a woman bent over the back of the sofa.
Maggie
.

“You want it harder, baby?” the man panted as
they rocked full force against the furniture. “Hard enough to feel
my balls slap against your ass?”

Matthew stood, frozen in horrified shock. He
heard a “fuck yes” reply from the front of the couch, but the sound
was muffled by the cushions, so he couldn’t be sure. They didn’t
even notice he had walked in on them.

You’re too late, you’re too late
, was
the mantra pounding through Matt’s brain as he tried to make sense
of the scene he was witnessing. His fangs lowered instinctively,
and he fought the urge to fully shift and to tear the guy fucking
Maggie limb from limb. He wanted to storm over there and pummel the
loser's face until he heard bones breaking, but for some
unexplained reason, Matt remained motionless where he stood,
paralyzed by the sight in front of him.

“You want my cum on your ass or your tits,
babe? ’Cause I ain’t gonna last long in this tight pussy of yours,”
the man asked, picking up the pace and furiously thrusting in and
out of her.

Like a bucket of ice water to the face, Matt
snapped out of his immobile trance. “You cum on any part of her and
you’ll be eating your balls for breakfast, mother fucker,” he
growled.

The female squealed loudly and flipped
forward over the back of the sofa to land out of Matt’s view.
Oddly, the squeal sounded hoarse and deep, unfamiliar to Matt’s
ears and unlike Maggie’s melodic voice. Maybe she was hoarse from
all the moaning.

“What the fuck, man? Who are you? Her old man
or somethin’?” asked the heavily tattooed middle-aged male, who was
none too pleased by the interruption.

Matt simply bared his fangs and growled
menacingly at the man.

“Shit!” The man held his hands up in mock
surrender. “Look, bro, i….it ain't what it looks like...
I...we…”

“Really, ‘cause what it
looked like
was you givin’ it to Maggie doggie style over the couch. I don’t
give a rat’s ass if you are her soon-to-be fiancé; no one touches
my Maggie and lives to tell about it,” Matt declared, rolling up
his sleeves in tell-tale prepare-to-fight fashion .

“Fiancé? Whoa, buddy, I ain’t… wait, did you
say Maggie?” confusion registered on the tattooed man’s face as he
glanced suspiciously over the couch and then back to the doorway
where Matthew stood.

Before Matt could pounce on the man, a frizzy
bleach blond head peeked up from in front of the couch. The
expression on her face was one of relief as she took in the sight
of Matt in the doorway.

“Calm down, Red, he ain’t my husband. I ain’t
never even seen him before,” the blond advised reassuringly. She
pushed herself up on her knees, took her time, surveyed Matt’s body
slowly from head to toe and licked her lips. “Shame to say, though,
‘cause now that I got a better look at him, I wouldn’t mind him
warming my bed at night.”

“You’d take any warm body, Trix; don’t matter
what he looked like, as long as his dick was hard,” Red teased, now
seemingly more relaxed.

Matthew finally got a glimpse of the female
hiding in front of the couch, who definitely was not Maggie.
Thank God
, he silently praised. It wasn’t his Maggie
letting the redneck trucker asshole fuck her like a caveman over
the sofa.
Thank God!
Retracting his fangs, he slumped
against the doorway, finally able to draw an easy breath.

He took the opportunity to view his
surroundings and saw that the majority of the cabin was one small
open space. A dirty little kitchen area was set off to one corner,
piled high with used dishes, full ashtrays, and stained coffee
cups. The living room took up the center of the cabin directly
across from Matt’s position at the front entrance. It hosted a
high-backed sofa, an arm chair, a small stained coffee table, and a
good size TV perched precariously on a thin legged stand. The only
other door visible from his view led off to what Matt assumed must
have been a bath or bed room.

Paint chipped walls carried a yellow film
from years of nicotine abuse. Just then, the overwhelming odors of
stale indoors, tobacco, and sex slowly began assaulting Matthew’s
sensitive nose. There was no resemblance at all to the Mason
family’s quaint cabin by the lake that he remembered visiting in
his youth.

Gloriously naked, Trix abruptly stood up in
full view of Matt. As he took in the sight of her, he began to
notice what should have registered mere moments before. This female
was nothing like his Maggie.

Trix was fair and frail with light
Scandinavian type coloring. There was a greyish tint to her
complexion, which made her cheeks appear sunken despite a heavy
coat of blusher. Her eyes were small and rimmed with the shadows of
too many restless nights; nothing close to Maggie’s bright rich
chocolate colored eyes. Sadly, it had been years since Matt had
actually seen Maggie Mason face-to-face, but her golden sun-kissed
skin and thick dark chestnut hair were impossible to forget or
duplicate.

His gaze roamed lower, and Matt had to
concede again that there was no comparison with his Maggie. The
tits presented before him were shallow mounds protruding from a
pale boney chest. The nipples were tiny dark brown buds, angled
slightly downward as if being pulled by gravity.

In comparison, Maggie’s breasts were full,
firm, ample handfuls. He’d fondled, tasted and teased her dark rose
colored nipples nightly in his dreams for years. He became erect
now with just the memory of them.

“Shit,” realizing where he’d been staring for
a little too long, Matthew quickly diverted his eyes, “Seems like I
got the wrong house by mistake.”

Red laughed out loud and looked pointedly
down at the bulge in the front of Matt’s pants. “Or the right
house, huh, man?” wagging his eyebrows up and down. “Wrong place,
right time, maybe? What ‘a ya say?”

“Ah… no, definitely not,” shaking his head in
denial. The implied threesome invitation was not lost on Matt. As a
shifter, Matt had witnessed some strange breeding rituals and a
handful of public matings but ménages were not his thing. Red, on
the other hand, had attributed his arousal to Trix’s naked form. If
the eager expression on Trix’s face was any indication, she was
more than willing to add Matt to the fun.

Admittedly, it’d been a long time since
Matthew had a woman, but there was no way he was interested in a
ménage with the heavily tattooed Red and the all too eager Trix. He
just wanted to get the hell out of here and find Maggie .

“Your loss, bro,” Red said, unfazed by Matt’s
refusal. “This is one fine bitch to fuck. There ain’t nothin’ she
won’t do to get you off. She can make you cum so hard, your dick'll
be sore for days. Ain’t that right, Trixie Pie?”

“I sure never had no complaints, least of all
from you, Red,” Trix replied.

“No complaints here, except for the fact that
you left the door unlocked again. You remember what I said would
happen if you did that again, Trix?”

She nodded. “I’d be punished.”

“That’s right, and you will be. ‘Cause if I
didn’t know any better, I’d say you want that cunt of a husband of
yours to walk in on me pounding the shit out of you. ”

She shrugged unapologetically. “Ain’t no
secret I like bein’ watched.”

“Well, you’re gonna get your wish, babe,
’cause we have an audience for your punishment today, now don’t
we?” Turning to Matt, “You don’t mind staying a while longer, do
ya, mister? Seeing as you owe it to Trix for barging in on her
house unannounced and all.”

Sensing Matt’s decline, Red continued, “She’s
only asking for a few more minutes of your time, my friend. You
wouldn’t want the lady to have to call the cops now, would ya? Or
worse yet… Trackers?”

That last statement got Matt’s full
attention. Trackers were nothing but trouble. They were the secret
Shifter arm of the law; a rare group of expert hunters, consisting
of mainly mixed-shifter breeds. Matt had limited experience with
Trackers, but he’d heard enough stories to know that when a Tracker
got involved, more often than not, it meant bloodshed.

It shocked Matt to learn that Red was aware
of Trackers. Most humans weren’t even aware Shifters existed, and
until now, Matt would have bet money that none of them were aware
of the Tracker Force. The threat meant that not only did Red know
what Matt was, he was dead serious about Matt staying on to
watch.

“Who knows, you may even get off on it,
man.”

Matt could argue that point, but thought
better of it. Willing or not, he knew he had no choice but to stay
and witness what ever
punishment
Red had in store for Trix.
His goal was to get to Maggie as soon as possible. If this was his
penance for accidentally breaking and entering, then he’d do his
time and, hopefully, leave early for good behavior.

Matt nodded at Red and took a seat in the
straight backed chair beside the door. It allowed him a fair, but
distant, vantage point to watch the couple and ensured no
additional unexpected visitors entered without his knowledge.

Smiling triumphantly, Red turned his focus to
his partner.

“You know what the punishment is for not
locking up tight, don’t ya, Trix?” She nodded expectantly. “I get
to fuck that tight little ass of yours. Do you think he’ll enjoy
watching me fill your asshole with my cock, babe?”

Darting a sly glance at Matt, Trix nodded
again in agreement.

“So do I.”

Red casually took hold of his limp member and
began slowly stroking it up and down. “Come over here and get me
wet and hard, woman,” he demanded.

Eager to please, Trix jumped to her feet and
quickly circled around the couch. She provided Matt with an angled
view of her backside as she settled herself on her knees at Red’s
feet.

Red angled his thickening cock down towards
her mouth, hoping to gain entrance into her moist heat. Instead,
Trix shook her head denying his request, content to watch for a
while, as he continued to stroke himself in a steady rhythm. His
strokes were sure and fast. He thrust his hips forward with each
jerk of his now rock-hard shaft. At the first touch of Trix’s
painted nails on his thighs, Red’s legs began twitching in
anticipation. Running her hands along the front and back of his
thighs she began teasing him relentlessly by nearing, but purposely
avoiding his cock on every pass.