Shifters Pen

4

While I was sitting across from him I felt like I was making a deal with the devil himself. Or possibly making my situation worse. But when his hand gripped mine back he gave a gentle squeeze, and my worries calmed. I had no idea what he wanted me to do in order to become a werewolf, his mate. But after this morning I had come to realize that I would be having sex with him, or the entire prison. I heard several fights break out down the hallway before I was assigned to work in the kitchens by a message that flashed across the top of the doorframe.
  Luke stood, still holding my hand gently. His eyes were blue, and simply looked towards the door. I was to go with him. Oh my, we were doing this now. I drew a breath, and stood up. He led me out of the cafeteria. A few men laughed. A few whistled. A few groaned in annoyance. The only man I worried about was Joe Branson. He shrugged and nodded sadly when our eyes met. He understood it was my best chance at being safe here.
  Luke seemed to be taking calming breaths too. It occurred to me that this whole mating/luna situation was just as serious for him as it was for me. “You okay?” I asked him.
  “Yes,” he answered quickly. Too quickly. I knew that meant that he wasn’t. Nervous, or scared? This man existed on the cool and in control setting, and I had undone that. He hesitated at the stairs, then continued past them. We weren’t going to my cell to do this. He headed to a room that was noisy and full of that wonderful smell of clean laundry. It was warm. Orange jumpsuits were tossed around in a dryer. Sheets and blankets sat in two stacks, folded and still needing to be cleaned.
  I asked, “So, what now?” I wasn’t stupid. I was joining a prison gang, and marrying the leader of that. I figured there would be something. Something bad. I was fortunate to not be having sex with every member of the pack. I trembled.
  A pained sound escaped his throat. He closed his eyes, then stepped close to me. He whispered lightly in my ear, “Usually this is the part where I beat a man to a pulp. However, I could never hurt you. If I had the time I would do this right. I swear I would. But at least half the men here want to-” He cleared his throat. “They want to hurt you.”
  They wanted to rape me is what they wanted, and apparently even the thought of it hurt him. I whispered in his ear, just as softly. “But you can’t beat me for membership.”
  His blue eyes locked onto mine. He was sorry. “I have to mark you as my mate.”
  If he had shown any other emotion I might have run out of there screaming. However, he had been gentle, sorry, not what I expected. “What does that entail, specifically?”
  He breathed deeply, his eyes darkened in hunger. “Touching, sex, and a bite.”
  Was that his wolf coming out in his man form? Wow. Kinda attractive. The way he listed sex like a shopping list item, not so much. But the rest of him? Oh yeah. I nodded, “Okay.”
  He threw several clean blankets to the floor. I looked at the floor of the laundry room, covered with a few blankets. So, this was how it was going to happen. I was going to lose my virginity to a prison inmate. Pretty sure my dad was rolling over in his grave right now. Why hadn’t I made more time in college and the last couple of years for things like personal relationships? Why was I facing this mystery here and now? At least if I had done this before I would be better off, right? I shivered, and shook it off.
  He came to me, “Okay. This is about as good as it gets around here.” He seemed frustrated, ashamed of that. Then he saw something on my face. “You sure you are okay with this?”
  “It’s just-” I was so embarassed. He waited patiently for me to get the words out, “It’s my first time.”
  He swallowed, then approached me slowly. “I will keep that in mind.”
  We had to do this. I suspected that if I had time, which I did, I would be at least friends with Luke. He wasn’t nearly as bad as Asterion made him out to be. I unzipped my jumpsuit. His eyes never strayed from mine. He unzipped and we both shed our jumpsuits. I didn’t have the hearing of a wolf, but I could swear I heard his heart thumping just as hard as mine.
  He asked, “Can I kiss you?”
  We were getting married. There was always at least one kiss at every wedding. I nodded. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. His arms wrapped firmly around my naked body, pulling my breasts against his hairy bare chest. Lips pushed against mine, a tongue slid along my bottom lip, begging entrance. And I? I liked it. I opened up, tasting his tongue against mine, feeling his heart thumping in time with mine. I returned the kiss.
  His hands massaged my back, my shoulder. Those hands that pounded men into submission were tender with me. He pulled me towards the blankets on the floor. He didn’t want to end the kiss, but did to gently lay me on the blankets. His eyes were questioning. Was I ready for more? Could he?
  I nodded. His lips kissed mine, then traveled down my jaw and neck. I sucked in a breath. That felt good! He smiled, meeting my eyes. I decided I liked his smile. It was a nice smile. He kissed my neck once more before trailing his kisses to my breast. I sucked in another breath as he nibbled on them lightly, one after the other. I rubbed my hands over his muscular shoulders. He rumbled in pleasure.
  Was I crazy? I liked giving him pleasure. I decided to think about it later as he trailed kisses down my belly. Was he going to go further? He pressed gently at my thighs to open for him. He had been gentle so far. I opened my legs for him. His kisses went to my slit, where his tongue tasted me. My juices ran freely for his touch. Was that normal? I decided I didn’t care as he slid his tongue over my clit. “Oh, yes.” He hummed and did it over and over until an orgasm crashed over me. His tongue explored my slit a little. It was amazing. I ached for more. I knew he would get there.
  He finally looked up, “Are you ready?”
  I nodded. Why had I not done this sooner?
  “When we finish I will bite you, just so you know.” He moved up my body, gently holding my jaw for a kiss. Our lips met, and tongues. I felt his length hard against my thigh. I wanted to feel it against another part of my body. I ground against him, my hips moving me. It was his turn to suck in a breath, and groan. “Mm! You sure you’ve never done this before?”
  I kissed at his throat, above me. “Pretty sure I would remember.”
  He kissed my forehead, “It’s time. Hold still for a bit. This is going to hurt.”
  He moved his penis into place and pushed in a couple inches of his length. “Oh.”
  His eyes held mine. He didn’t move a muscle. “Oh good, or oh wait a second?”
  I closed my eyes and whispered, “Oh God, so good, so right. A little more Luke.”
  He heaved a sigh of relief, and pushed in more. Was that moisture in his eyes? His lips met mine. We were both shuddering in the strangest combination of pleasure and fear. I held him. He slowly pushed himself into me, bit by bit. I felt something tear within. I didn’t care. Under him I was fine. Better than fine. He filled me. Completed me. He kissed me, balls deep inside of me. We stayed that way for a bit. Then, I was able to relax with him inside me. He pulled out just a little and pushed back in. I moaned. He covered my moans and sighs with kisses. I tasted some of his own as he pushed in and out of me. My hips met him thrust for thrust. His kisses were passionate, his penis hard. Everything I needed, and never knew I needed. I pulled away, “i’m going to-” He nodded, and doubled his efforts within me. I had a mind blowing orgasm as his seed spilled into me, and then felt pain where my shoulder met my neck. He had bitten me.
  His body collapsed on top of mine. I didn’t care. I ran my hand through his blonde hair. He asked, “Are you okay?” his face pressed against my neck.
  I chuckled. “Okay? You, my mate, are definitely going to have to initiate me more often, just to make sure it sticks, you know?”
  He smiled and kissed my neck, “Anything my Luna wants.”
  “Mmm. I don’t suppose we can just stay here, naked, all day?” I didn’t want to go anywhere, or do anything. I loved the feel of him inside me. He was still there. Not hard, but there.
  He kissed my neck. “Dinner will suck, and no one will have clean clothing, but if that’s what you want.”
   Oh my God! I was supposed to be making dinner. Harold was sweet, but he had a hard time reading, and couldn’t warm up food right. I caught him pulling out chicken nuggets after 5 minutes instead of 15. But this, right here, was nice. I squeezed him. “Decisions suck sometimes.”
  He started kissing my neck, making bits that were throbbing from being used for the first time start to tingle for more. “You only get mated once. It’s a lifetime deal.”
  This morning those words would have terrified me. But now, this afternoon, under Luke, I just nodded, kissing him. How did this happen? Well, at least dad couldn’t freak out about me not being married and having sex. We were mated.
  He kissed the tip of my nose. “So we need to talk about some werewolf things. Things you probably don’t know yet.”
  I raised my brow a little, “Let’s see. I know you make horrible days really, really good with a touch. You are a little furry. You bit me, so I will probably become one tonight. Am I right?”
  He grinned, “The first change isn’t easy. All werewolves are released from their cells to the courtyard, every full moon. In a normal pack the Luna would watch over you, keep you safe. But since you are the Luna that will be up to me, the Alpha. The change lasts 3 days and nights out of each month, and no one has any control, whatsoever. I could be challenged for my position as Alpha. It happens often enough.”
  I placed a finger over his lips, “When you say no one has control, what would happen if I were to be on my period or something?”
  He froze. “I, uhm, I wouldn’t have any control.”
  That didn’t sound good. I had seen dogs fight over females in heat. It got ugly fast. I didn’t want Luke to get in fights while getting me pregnant. “Is there a way to communicate with the warden?” I asked.
  He blinked, “Why?”
  “Maybe he can get me some BCPs.”
  His jealousy turned to consideration. “Communications that leave here. We are tested weekly, this stupid questionnaire. That might be a way.” He eyed the laundry room where he worked. “Every couple months I am allowed to put in a requisition form for soaps and new clothing. We can try. I think it would be better safe than sorry.”
  I was watching his eyes, his lips. He was thinking too much. I kissed him slowly, softly. I felt him stiffening inside of me. Talk was forgotten. Hours flew by far too fast. Dryers stopped running. Mysteries were explored.

  I sat up. I wished I had all night and tomorrow morning too. But I could feel it. The change was about to happen. My wolf was about to show itself. I wondered what hers looked like. I prayed she was a wolf, and not a coyote. “It is very close to time. Clean up.” I handed her a towel to wipe off my seed and her juices with.
  Her heart rate accelerated. “Will this hurt?”
  “Yes, but it gets easier each time you do it. By the end of the year you will hardly notice it.” We wouldn’t be able to access the courtyard from the laundryroom as wolves. “My cell is closer. Hurry!” I threw on my jumpsuit, and tapped my toe impatiently as she wiped everything off she could and got into the jumpsuit.
  “I feel something, inside.”
  “That’s your wolf. You will do your first change with me right there. It’s going to be fine. Just remember you will be okay.” I didn’t remember my first year of changes. I had been a baby. But I knew the stories, the lore. I knew what happened to those not turned at birth. I didn’t wait for her to zip up, and pulled her through the halls and up one flight of stairs to my cell, only 5 doors down. The orange lights were flashing. “Doors will close in 30 seconds. You have to be in your cell then, or a cell.”
  She blinked, “Or what?”
  “If they close and you are on the wrong side of them you will be killed.”
  She blinked in shock. “Killed?”
  I nodded. “Lost a cell mate that way. He had a leg injury and couldn’t make it back on time. Door closed. When it reopened later, he was dead. Seen it lots of times with others. Remember 30 seconds. When the doors close we have a short period to remove our shoes and jumpsuits.” The door clicked shut, making her jump. I ran my hand down her arm. She was terrified, but not of me. “It’s okay. I am right here. We will turn into our wolves here, and then be released into the courtyard.”
  She stripped out of her jumpsuit when she saw me doing it. “Try to relax.”
  Her glare was real, “Why do you sound like my OBGYN right now? Just relax while I put-” and she screamed. My wolf wanted out. I held him back for just a bit to soothe her, encourage her. I wasn’t sure she heard a thing I said as her bones shifted, broke, and changed shape for the first time. She sat up, still mad at me, not realizing she was a wolf now. A beauty. Cinnamon colored with green eyes. I let my wolf change me. She went for my throat. I submitted.
  That was when she seemed to notice she had changed. She turned around to see what she looked like, then admired my black wolf shape. My wolf was ready to mount her all over again, but the door opened, and I led her to the courtyard. Lucy may not have known what to do as a Luna, but her wolf did. She carried herself with strength and pride. The males who did approach her did so in a submissive way. I led the pack with a mate beside me for the first time ever. I felt complete.