Desired by the Pack: Part Two: A BBW Paranormal Romance

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

Book: Desired by the Pack: Part Two: A BBW Paranormal Romance by Emma Storm Read Free Book Online
Authors: Emma Storm
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Werewolves & Shifters
man’s erection. It was no good. She couldn’t reach the right places.
    “I can’t find them.” Frustration edged Cross’s voice.
    She groaned and rubbed her face against the sheets. “Forget it, then. Just remember to pull out.”
    “He’ll kill me, pack or not. You don’t have them anywhere else?”
    The bedroom door creaked open. January froze, her thumb on her clit.
    “Condoms.” Close-cropped brown hair and a flirtatious dimple crossed the back of January’s mind, the features she most closely associated with Jared.
    Foil tore and the odor of latex and spermicide joined the other sex scents in the room. January unfolded her body and pitched forward, resting her weight on her elbows. She presented her ass and bit her lips, trying not to beg.
    Cross’s weight settled on the bed and Jared lowered himself into the arm chair. Unlike Cross, he wasn’t naked. Frayed, faded jeans stretched across muscular thighs and hugged the thick line of his erection. He didn’t wear a shirt, though, and by the light slanting in from the hall, she could see the soft brown hair that dusted his abs.
    She wet her lips and raised her head to catch his eyes. “Moral support?”
    He smiled, baring his teeth. His dimple flashed out but didn’t look the least bit playful tonight. “Third string. I’ll be waiting when Cross is finished and you’re not.”
    Her stomach flipped. Before she could formulate a response, Cross grasped her hips and drew her backward. The latex-covered length of his cock prodded her ass, slid lower, and angled between her folds. January stopped caring about her audience as her whole world shrank down to her sex. Hanging her head, she gripped the bed sheets and tilted her hips, searching for entry. When Cross connected with her opening and forged inside, she groaned with relief.
    He grunted behind her. “Goddess-damned. You’re on fire.”
    “Heat’s like that,” Jared contributed.
    Cross huffed. “I know what Heat’s like.”
    January spread her fingers wide on the bed to ground herself and bucked back against Cross. “Please move,” she gasped.
    He responded by doing just that, pulling almost all the way out and slamming into her. She found his rhythm and matched it, driving up and back in time with his pistoning hips. Over and over he plowed into her, stoking the fire to an intense burn.
    “Shit,” Cross muttered, right before his weight landed on her back. He opened his mouth on her shoulder and panic broke through January’s crazed arousal. She twisted beneath him, dislodging his sharpening canines and sliding off his twitching cock. Cross pitched off the bed and landed on the floor with a shout of outrage.
    The springs of the armchair creaked as Jared laughed out loud. “How’d you expect her to react, man? You don’t just bury fang in another dude’s mate.”
    January flipped around to face both men. She crouched warily near the headboard. Her breath came in short, fast bursts as she felt her shoulder, searching for broken skin and praying she wouldn’t find any marks. Any wolf would be a fool to bond her through blood and Cross wasn’t the fool she wanted. She didn’t want to think about what that kind of accident would do to the Guardians. The prospects were chilling enough to downgrade her arousal from a boil to a simmer. Temporarily. The effect was short-lived and by the time Cross picked himself off the floor, she was burning up again.
    He didn’t come back to her. Instead, he tore off the condom and took his cock in his fist. He covered his mouth with his other hand, hiding the points of his fangs. “I can’t get them back in. Not while I still smell her. Jared--”
    “I’m on it,” the scout cut in. He gave January a questioning look.
    She hung her head. “Make Beck come back.”
    “Cross?” Jared sounded conflicted.
    “Just take care of her. Beck knows what he’s doing.”
    January thought she heard Cross say something that sounded suspiciously like “I hope”

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