Maggie's Wolves, Part Three: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 3) by Cara Morgan Read Free Book Online

here. “It’s too far.”
    “It’s too cold.”
    It wasn’t. She was growing warmer by the moment. “Heat won’t be a problem. The clothes might be trouble.”
    He looked as if he might argue, but then his eyes darkened and he said, “Turn around.”
    His voice was gruff, his light Carolina drawl more pronounced. It was unexpected hearing the command in his tone. The wolf in her wanted to resist it, but her human side was too practical to play games just now.
    She stood on the running boards and faced the front of the sled. Jack grabbed her hips when she started to sit, keeping her standing while he loosened the snow pants. Underneath, she wore a pair of old sweats that had been waiting for her in the bathroom when she’d stepped out of the shower. A donation from someone in the pack until she could retrieve the clothes from her apartment. Jack’s fingers were cool as they slipped under the elastic waistband, but they weren’t nearly as cold as the air that smacked her skin when he dragged the fabric down.
    “Hold onto the bars,” he said. “Lean forward. Just a bit. There. God, you’re gorgeous.”
    The sled shifted as Jack moved forward to lick her. His hands pressed against her buttocks, spreading her. His hot breath was a welcome relief from the bitter cold. His tongue dipped inside, tasting her, opening her.
    He pulled back. “You’re so warm and delicious.”
    She shivered at the hushed strain in his voice. His thumbs touched her anus and then moved lower, skirting the entrance of her vagina and slicking through her folds to just barely graze her clit. She moaned, and his fingers flexed lightly on her thighs. His mouth touched her again, more delicately this time, tracing teasing swirls on her skin.
    “My breath steams when it touches you. You’re so hot. Are you ready for me, Maggie?”
    “You know I am.” He couldn’t possibly miss that. She was practically dripping with readiness for him.
    His hands left her, and she tilted slightly forward. She tightened her grip on the bars and glanced back as Jack pulled his cock from his pants.
    “Damn. It’s cold. I need to be inside you. Come here.”
    He guided her to him, holding her steady as he positioned himself and then pulled her back. She sank onto his cock, the muscles in her thighs trembling as she tried to control her descent.
    He groaned. “Fuck, yes. I think I’ve found heaven. Don’t move.”
    He flexed his hips, working himself deeper, lifting her with the strength of his body. She wasn’t a small woman, but Jack—all of the men in the pack—made her feel that way. That she wasn’t too big. It was only that the men she’d encountered in her old life had all been too weak to handle her.
    One of his hands moved to her back, and he pushed her down until her breasts brushed against the seat. His fingers curved around the crest of her shoulder and he began to thrust into her. Their position prevented him from being too forceful, from moving too fast or driving too deep. It was both a frustration and a thrill. Short, sharp movements thwarted by tangled clothing. Slick jerky slides and pleasure that built with tantalizing slowness. It didn’t take long for Jack to find a rhythm, and soon he was pulling her into every tight thrust.
    Her clit throbbed, rubbing against a seam of her clothing, but not with enough pressure to do her any good. She panted, feeling release just out of reach. She couldn’t touch herself. Couldn’t let go of the handle bars without landing on her face. And Jack was using his hold on her shoulder and her hip to ram into her.
    “Jack!”
    “Tell me,” he said in a low growl. “Tell me. Tell me how much you want it. Say my name again.”
    She knew what he wanted. Knew she’d hurt him by not accepting him as easily or quickly as she had Case and Eli. She knew he’d been afraid of getting kicked out of the pack and losing his family. She’d lived most of her life with that kind of uncertainty—not knowing her