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

but she didn’t pursue it. She’d rather not know. Not right now.
    “Get out of here.” Jared spoke to Cross. “You’re useless until you get control of yourself. Tell Mav to come up and send Smoke to find Beck. Keep Anders away. The way she is right now, he can’t be trusted not to shift.”
    Jared’s words buried January under a tide of images, all centered around naked, tangled limbs and the strength of the pack dedicated to her pleasure. Even the threat of Anders, born a wolf instead of a man and as a result inclined to default to his animal shape in times of stress or arousal, got to her in a dangerously good way. Before her imagination could slide into the dark and shiver at the prospect of Anders’ furred belly covering her back, she stretched out on the bed and wrapped her hands around the headboard’s wood slats. She raised her knees, spread her legs wide, and met Jared’s eyes in the moonlit dark.
    “Don’t play with me,” she pleaded.
    He climbed between her legs and hooked his arms beneath her knees, tilting her hips to display her pussy. “Heat’s no game. I’m not going to leave you to suffer.”
    While Jared got comfortable, she closed her eyes and let her head drop to the mattress, unsure where the pillows had gone. Not caring, either. The first touch of his tongue was torture, the second satisfaction. Jared didn’t waste time licking her into a frenzy because she was already at that point. He instead went straight to seeking results. Pulling her clit into his mouth, he sucked hard enough to hurl her over the edge Cross couldn’t reach. It was purely physical. Her body had no choice except to respond to the direct stimulation of her raw nerves. She shuddered while Jared licked her through the near-painful orgasm, a wordless scream on her lips and a curse for Beck in her heart.
    As she struggled to catch her breath, another presence skirted the fringes of her awareness. Jared didn’t release her legs but he did lift his head from between her thighs long enough to say, “Hold her down, Mav. Her body needs more but she’s not going to like it and I don’t want to lose my eyes to a clawing she-wolf.”
    Before she could process Jared’s instructions, big hands closed around her wrists and a bulging fly appeared in front of her flushed, hot face. Mav straddled her ribs. His jeans were zipped up tight but his cock strained against the fabric. Overcome by an unexpected hunger to fill her mouth, she lifted her head and nuzzled his fly, dragging his scent into her lungs.
    “Fuck,” Mav muttered above her. His hips surged forward once before he backed up out of reach. “Beck’s out of his Moon-crazy mind. What are we supposed to do?”
    “Whatever she wants. Or whatever she needs, if she’s stubborn enough to ignore her wants.” Cross’s voice came from the direction of the door.
    “She’s shoving her face against my dick,” Mav said, panicked.
    “So put your dick in her mouth.” Cross again.
    “Yes,” January gasped, to both the prospect of stretching her lips around Mav’s cock and the wet, warm slide of Jared’s tongue pushing inside her. To anything, everything. The orgasm Jared gave her seemed to heighten her need, which was now more compelling than before. She wasn’t proud of her willingness to accept whatever she could get from whomever would give it, but couldn’t seem to rein herself in.
    Cross came closer. He pushed her hair out of her face and turned her head so their eyes met. “Any one of us would die for Beck. He’d give himself for any one of us. That’s what pack is and what it does--makes sure needs are met, that strength is shared. You’re his, so we’re here for you the same way we’re there for him. You understand?”
    She should have corrected him. She wasn’t pack. She never could be, but she needed too bad and Jared was rapidly licking her toward another peak. Physical release wasn’t enough. Her throat constricted as she fought a wave of sadness