Maggie's Wolves, Part One: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 1)

Maggie's Wolves, Part One: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 1) by Cara Morgan Read Free Book Online

Book: Maggie's Wolves, Part One: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 1) by Cara Morgan Read Free Book Online
Authors: Cara Morgan
against him, pressing against his face. He massaged her entrance with his thumbs until they were coated with moisture and then moved them lower to press against the tight pucker of her anus. She stiffened at the change in their play, and he soothed her with murmured words of entreaty and encouragement, with soft strokes to her clit with his tongue. When he felt her muscles ease, he pressed deeper.
    Working the tip of his thumb into her ass was harder than it had been to work his cock into her tight pussy, and that had nearly killed him. He wouldn’t take her here, not yet, but there was no way Jack would be able to resist. And Eli wanted her ready to accept every pleasure they could give her.
    Pushing his tongue into her pussy, he let the honey he drew from her body trickle down to coat his thumb. When her skin was well slicked, he pressed deeper, past the stiff ring of muscle, all the way to his knuckle. He rested there for a moment, gently stretching her, and went back to sucking at her clit.
    She writhed against the unfamiliar invasion, but the hand clenched in his hair never once tried to pull him away.
    For all that she’d been a virgin, she was also open and brave. She liked trying new things, and he wanted to show her everything. He wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. He liked how sweet it looked in repose, how the corners quirked up when she smiled. He’d like to see how her mouth looked stretched around his cock. There would be time for that too. Her ass. Her mouth. Tonight, he’d already pushed her far enough.
    He moved, flexing his hips and rubbing his aching cock against the sheets in an effort to relieve the discomfort. The abrasion did nothing but make him want to take her again. But he was used to restraining himself. With human women, he had to keep his nature locked up. He couldn’t be too rough or demand too much. He’d never found a human woman who was able to handle all of him as Maggie had done. All of his cock, all of his lust, all of himself.
    Turning his hand, he slid his middle finger into her pussy and began to move. Just the slightest bit of pressure. His thumb in her ass, the tip of his finger sliding to circle the entrance of her pussy while his tongue worshipped her clit. She wrapped her legs around his head and pressed her heels into the backs of his shoulders. She moaned his name, and he decided it was the most beautiful damn sound in the world.
    A second later he changed his mind.
    Maggie arched her back, her breasts thrusting up, nipples tight, skin flushed and softly gleaming in the firelight. The muscles clasped around his fingers fluttered and then began to rhythmically pulse. Maggie cried out with a harsh strangled scream of pure ecstasy, and he decided that was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life.
    He thrust his fingers inside her, slow and smooth, as she rode the peak of her climax. He nuzzled at her clit as her body began to ease, and when her fingers loosened their grip on his hair, he climbed up her panting body and took her in his arms. He kissed her temple and her lips. He stroked her back and pulled her leg over to rest between his.
    His cock ached, throbbed when it brushed against her soft skin. His instinct told him to roll her over and ride her hard. Maggie, his passionate accepting mate, might allow that, welcome it even, but she needed this more.
    When she reached for his cock, he shifted his hips to block her from grabbing hold of him. If her fingers wrapped around him, he didn’t think he’d have the control to resist.
    “Sleep,” he said, against her hair.
    “You’re hard. I can feel it. You didn’t come.”
    “You’ve drained me dry,” he lied.
    She made a small sound of amusement and disbelief. He smiled. This was good too. Just holding her like this. He’d make it a few more hours, until dawn came. Then he’d go outside and roll around in the snow if he had to.
    Maybe he was being too careful. Dec always accused Case of

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