Desired by the Pack: Part Two: A BBW Paranormal Romance by Emma Storm Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Emma Storm
and suppressed the base need to be held and wanted and loved. All she could do was pretend, starting with Mav’s cock to give her some sense of being desirable. If she could make him come, too, it would be better. It had to be.
“I need to suck him,” she said. “I understand but I need him in my mouth. Don’t tell Beck.”
“He just wants you to have what you need, Jan.” Cross roughly lowered Mav’s zipper, reached into the other man’s pants, and pulled his rigid length into view.
Mav cursed roughly but he didn’t stop Cross from touching him. January watched hungrily as Cross manipulated the angle of Mav’s cock and brought his broad head to her lips. From the corner of her eye she noticed Cross palming his own dick again and distantly realized there was a lot she didn’t know about pack relations. Before she could follow that curious line of thought and ask whether these men ever sought relief with one another, Jared raked his teeth over her clit and she shattered.
4
She ran.
After that orgasm that had kicked her out of her own body, January had struggled free of the pack, grabbed two handfuls of clothes, and fled the house. Jared shouted her name but she didn’t stop until she landed in the brittle snow bank off the back porch. There, she jerked her scrubs top over her head and struggled into a pair of sweatpants before launching herself across the back yard. She quickly lost feeling in her feet, which was a mercy. The iced-over snow crunched loudly as she broke through the frozen surface. She must be shredding her bare feet.
With no idea where to go, she cut an uneven line across the half acre of her property. She didn’t dare look back, but she couldn’t stop hearing.
In the distance, a wolf howled. The sound raised the hairs on her arms and the skin on the back of her neck prickled. Something deep inside her tugged toward the wolf, straining to be with the creature unleashing the blood-stirring call. Beck. Had to be him. She harbored an attraction for others in the pack, but they didn’t have the same power over her that Beck had. Dragging frigid air into her aching lungs, January shook her head and forced her thinking will to the fore. She was in control. Human, not wolf. Individual, not wolf’s mate. Ignoring her body’s need to join with the pack, she forged across the field.
A second wolf howled and January’s knees gave out. She collapsed in the snow, overcome by a wave of need so intense, she saw stars glittering on the ice crust. Ragged breaths tore through her throat, leaving it raw. She swallowed, gasped, but couldn’t fill her lungs. And as she knelt on all fours, she lost the feeling in her hands. Static buzzed in her ears. The sound of her blood rushed through her veins, slowing as the cold dug into her bones.
She raised her head and shook it hard. The snow-glitter faded and her vision righted itself, leaving her to stare down a circling wolf. Anders. She recognized his eyes. He closed in, his solid body strong and warm as he brushed and settled against her.
The warmth emanating off them felt like heaven, bliss injected straight into her muscles. Her head sagged and she buried her face in the thick pile of his fur, but he didn’t stand still.
As he paced around behind her, the desire burning deep pulsed anew. Moaning, she arched her back and lifted her hips. Claws shredded her pants, leaving nothing but scraps of fleece hanging from the elastic waistband. The human part of her brain tried to raise an objection but the animal inside her, the spirit that had hidden from her for years , slashed and snapped at the stifling voice. Her wolf understood and had no shame. Influenced by the primal demand, January spread her thighs wide and bucked her hips, seeking relief, craving a seed to nurture.
Something nudged between her splayed thighs, broad and masculine, but different from a man. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder, meeting the wolf’s
“I need to suck him,” she said. “I understand but I need him in my mouth. Don’t tell Beck.”
“He just wants you to have what you need, Jan.” Cross roughly lowered Mav’s zipper, reached into the other man’s pants, and pulled his rigid length into view.
Mav cursed roughly but he didn’t stop Cross from touching him. January watched hungrily as Cross manipulated the angle of Mav’s cock and brought his broad head to her lips. From the corner of her eye she noticed Cross palming his own dick again and distantly realized there was a lot she didn’t know about pack relations. Before she could follow that curious line of thought and ask whether these men ever sought relief with one another, Jared raked his teeth over her clit and she shattered.
4
She ran.
After that orgasm that had kicked her out of her own body, January had struggled free of the pack, grabbed two handfuls of clothes, and fled the house. Jared shouted her name but she didn’t stop until she landed in the brittle snow bank off the back porch. There, she jerked her scrubs top over her head and struggled into a pair of sweatpants before launching herself across the back yard. She quickly lost feeling in her feet, which was a mercy. The iced-over snow crunched loudly as she broke through the frozen surface. She must be shredding her bare feet.
With no idea where to go, she cut an uneven line across the half acre of her property. She didn’t dare look back, but she couldn’t stop hearing.
In the distance, a wolf howled. The sound raised the hairs on her arms and the skin on the back of her neck prickled. Something deep inside her tugged toward the wolf, straining to be with the creature unleashing the blood-stirring call. Beck. Had to be him. She harbored an attraction for others in the pack, but they didn’t have the same power over her that Beck had. Dragging frigid air into her aching lungs, January shook her head and forced her thinking will to the fore. She was in control. Human, not wolf. Individual, not wolf’s mate. Ignoring her body’s need to join with the pack, she forged across the field.
A second wolf howled and January’s knees gave out. She collapsed in the snow, overcome by a wave of need so intense, she saw stars glittering on the ice crust. Ragged breaths tore through her throat, leaving it raw. She swallowed, gasped, but couldn’t fill her lungs. And as she knelt on all fours, she lost the feeling in her hands. Static buzzed in her ears. The sound of her blood rushed through her veins, slowing as the cold dug into her bones.
She raised her head and shook it hard. The snow-glitter faded and her vision righted itself, leaving her to stare down a circling wolf. Anders. She recognized his eyes. He closed in, his solid body strong and warm as he brushed and settled against her.
The warmth emanating off them felt like heaven, bliss injected straight into her muscles. Her head sagged and she buried her face in the thick pile of his fur, but he didn’t stand still.
As he paced around behind her, the desire burning deep pulsed anew. Moaning, she arched her back and lifted her hips. Claws shredded her pants, leaving nothing but scraps of fleece hanging from the elastic waistband. The human part of her brain tried to raise an objection but the animal inside her, the spirit that had hidden from her for years , slashed and snapped at the stifling voice. Her wolf understood and had no shame. Influenced by the primal demand, January spread her thighs wide and bucked her hips, seeking relief, craving a seed to nurture.
Something nudged between her splayed thighs, broad and masculine, but different from a man. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder, meeting the wolf’s