Desired by the Pack: Part One: A BBW Paranormal Romance by Emma Storm Read Free Book Online Page A

pre-paid phone in the truck for emergencies. To Beck’s knowledge, the phone had never been used.
    Now he jabbed his square fingertip at the tiny buttons, muttering every time he had to back up and delete a mistake. Finally he punched out the entire thirteen digit number to the landline in Trondheim, where their Norse brethren maintained a genealogical record of all known werewolves and their descendants.
    “What are you thinking?” Maverick asked.
    Beck left a message and pocketed the phone.
    “I’m not sure yet.” He hesitated before adding, “That condom broke.”
    Cross whistled. “Guess we’ll be coming back.”
    They returned to their Peace River encampment an hour later. Beck sent Maverick, Cross and Anders to find their beds and stretched out as best he could across the bench seat of the truck, settling in to wait until he could get some answers to his questions about the mysterious winter-wolf who held such a powerful draw for him.
     
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    January managed to dodge Beck for the remaining two nights of her Heat cycle, but her avoidance hadn’t come cheap. Both nights after her shift, she’d found Cross’s truck parked in her driveway, and had kept on driving to a nearby motel, not returning home until late in the mornings. As she headed home from her eleven-to-eleven shift, she crossed her fingers that Beck had given up. The lack of silver pick-up in the driveway filled her with relief. She missed her bed and she needed to find Prince, who she hadn’t seen since that night at the biker bar.
    But as she parked her car, she realized she had bigger problems than Prince, starting with the alpha werewolf sitting on the top step of her porch.
    “What are you doing here?” She slammed her car door and stalked toward the porch, shoring up her resolve to get rid of him. Unsure she would be able to make him leave, because he looked too good. Too enticing. Heat had passed but she still wanted to climb on top of him and stake her claim. Goddess, she was a fool.
    “I wanted to see you.” His lip curled slightly. “You stink like death.”
    “I work with dying people.” She stopped at the bottom of the steps. There was no sign of Cross’s big silver truck. “So, what is this? A solo mission?”
    He steepled his fingertips together and studied her over the tips. “Do you think you’ll need more than one of us?”
    She thought about that while separating her house key from the others on her key ring. Her body was doing okay, hot and needy but nothing abnormal. Nothing Heat-fueled. She had a grip on things. She could totally send him away.
    But the night was still early and she’d spent so many cycles writhing on an empty bed, praying for dawn. And the nights she had company weren’t much better, always driven by an imperative to find relief, never by actual desire for pleasure. Until Beck.
    She really, really wanted something for pleasure, for once.
    “I haven’t had dinner yet and I’m dead tired. I was going to microwave a bowl of canned soup, masturbate a few times, and try to knock myself out with a bottle of wine.” She glanced up from her keys and met his gaze. “I still might stick to my plan. So maybe. Yes. It does matter if it’s just you, or if the others are out there somewhere, hunting rabbits in my woods.”
    “Cross is out back in your kitchen ruining your dinner plans.”
    She smelled it then, the smoky, mouthwatering aroma of a sizzling steak. Her stomach growled. “Did you guys break a window to get in?”
    “No. Cross spotted your spare key.” Beck smiled. “Why don’t you put away your surly face, come inside, and let us take care of you?”
    “For dinner,” she said.
    “I figured we’d see to your other needs, too.”
    Her core softened and fluttered, silently communicating a hunger even deeper than the one in her belly.
    Beck’s nostrils flared. His own starved growl rumbled in his chest.
    January swallowed past her dry throat. Jabbing her finger at him, she said, “The