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

place in the world—and she wasn’t going to deny him now.
    “I want you, Jack. You’re mine. My pack. My mate. Forever.”
    “And you’re mine.”
    He released her shoulder to wrap an arm around her torso, just below her breasts. Pulling her tight against his body, his free hand tunneled through the fabric bunched around her thighs. His fingers—his fucking amazing fingers—found her clit. He rubbed her to a quick, shattering orgasm that blurred her vision and had her crying out his name in great, shuddering gasps.
    His mouth touched the side of her neck and then slid down until he reached the collar of her jacket. His arm tightened around her body. Strong. He was very strong. His lean, young body thrust into her again and again. The seat kept her legs spread wide open. Jack’s arms both supported her and locked her in place. Her wolf reveled in his strength.
    This is what the wolf wanted. Maggie might have been charmed by Jack’s uncertainty and his willingness to please, but this is what the wolf had been waiting to see from Jack.
    “I want it to be me,” Jack whispered against her neck. “I want my baby in you, Maggie. I hope it’s mine. I’m going to fill you until my come is running down your legs. Every fucking chance I get.”
    His fingers began to work her clit again, firm slow strokes that matched the slide of his cock.
    “Come for me again,” he said. “I want to hear you screaming my name when I come inside you.”
    She shook her head. “I can’t. It’s too soon.”
    “You’re not human,” he said. “You’re a shifter in heat. You can come again. This one will be even better, you’ll see.”
    Better would blow the top of her skull off. “Jack…”
    “You can do it. Come with me.”
    He said it like a dare. She wondered if it would always be this way between them—her being cautious and Jack daring her into trouble. Only this wasn’t trouble exactly. It was a pleasure so intense it scared her. Just because she was scared, it didn’t mean it was wrong or bad. She was so done being scared of what she was. She stopped fighting against the pleasure and instead let it take her completely. As if he sensed the change, Jack began to drive harder into her hot flesh. His fingers worked her faster, and his teeth sank into the base of her neck.
    She welcomed the searing pain as he marked her, welcomed the tidal rush of sensation that swept over her. Her body began to shake. Jack’s cock swelled bigger, and he planted himself deep. She could feel when he began to come, the pulse of his cock and the heat of his seed filling her up just as he’d promised. He ground the heel of his hand against her clit, and her body clenched around his hard cock, milking him of every last drop.
    When she sagged forward, Jack caught her in his arms, holding her steady and keeping her warm as she caught her breath. He licked at the wound on her neck and she shivered. He squeezed her tight, his hand splayed over her abdomen, and then he withdrew. As quickly as they were able, they straightened their clothes, their breath steaming in the cold air. When she climbed off the sled, Jack caught her hand. She looked him in the eye and blushed. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed now, she told herself. After everything they’d done. Jack had watched her have sex with two of his closest friends, and they’d watched him fuck her. If anything should have made her blush, it should have been that. But this, the way Jack was looking at her now—all mushy and tender—felt far more intimate.
    “You can ride with me,” he said softly. “I meant it when I said I don’t mind coming back for the sled.”
    Her legs felt wobbly, but she thought the ride might do her good. It would give her the space she needed to pull herself back together before facing the rest of the pack. “I want to ride on my own.”
    Jack wanted her to have his child. His baby. With everything that had happened the last two days, she’d barely even