Matt's Mistake by Julie Raust

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