Desired by the Pack: Part Two: A BBW Paranormal Romance (8 page)

“Get her clit again,” Beck said roughly. He curled his fingers and found the bundle of nerves inside her. She jolted, moaning and drawing her feet close to her bottom. Spreading her knees, she rocked up into Beck’s thrusting fingers and Anders’ learning touch.

Even though alpha and alpha-second shared a complicated hierarchy of dominance, Anders acted without hesitating. He returned to her clit
after a moment of blind searching and remained there, testing her with light circles and ungentle flicks until she tore her mouth from his.

“Rub it,” she panted, grinding her head back into the mattress. “Do it in hard, quick circles, and
don’t stop
.”

Beck squeezed her thigh. “One
more big one before you rest, baby?”

She answered him with an inarticulate mumble because Anders
really
knew how to follow directions. Turning her head, she opened her mouth against Anders’ forearm and sank her teeth into his skin. The muscle jumped against her lips. She could practically taste the hunger he held back.

But there would be no holding back. While Beck twisted his fingers from inside her and slid the wet digits between her cheeks, January felt along Anders’ thigh until she encountered his cock. Wrapping her hand around the heavy shaft, she started to pump her fist as evenly as she could manage. Her thighs trembled and her clit pulsed as Anders worked the knot of nerves and Beck nudged a fingertip into her ass.

Above her, Anders breathed in harsh, quick bursts. A light sheen of sweat gleamed on his chest and the ridges of his abs. She flicked her tongue out to taste his skin, trying to memorize these marks of his passion. When Anders snaked one finger down her cleft to find her opening, she gave up any hope of committing anything to memory. Anders teased her slick rim the way Beck played with her rear entrance and she started to fall apart. Beck uttered soft grunts as he fingered her fragile tissue. The wet sound of Beck pumping his cock with his other hand sent a slideshow of images through her mind--Beck squeezing, jerking as jets of his come arced across her stomach to mix with Anders’ semen.

Both men marking and claiming her.

Releasing Anders’ arm, she arched her throat and gasped, “I’m coming. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop. Don’t…aahh!”

Her back bowed and she went rigid, muscles locking up as release tore through her, stronger than the countless other orgasms she’d experienced through the night. She felt Anders’ cock jump in her hand and then he sprayed her
breasts seconds before she heard the catch of breath that she’d come to associate with Beck’s release.

Anders removed his hand from between her legs, affording her overspent body some much-needed relief. Aftershocks continued to ripple through her as she sprawled on the bed, allowing her breathing to calm and the evidence of their passion to cool on her skin.

“I’m so done,” she said, lacking strength to open her eyes. “One of you clean me off so I don’t ruin the sheets when I work up the energy to crawl between them.”

“I’ll do it.” The bed jostled as Beck stood. He left the room and a moment later, January heard him run water somewhere in the cabin.

She reluctantly opened her eyes to find Anders staring at her. Self-conscious, she draped her forearm across her breasts and frowned at him. “What?”

“Why did you take me in your mouth?”

“What do you mean, why? You didn’t like it?”

Surprise registered in his eyes. “I did. But it served no purpose.”

Her mouth fell open. “Are you serious?”

Beck walked back into the room and Anders looked away. “I’m going to go,” Anders said, and he got off the bed.

She frowned at Beck, silently asking for a clue. He shrugged and swiped a warm, wet wash cloth over her thigh, rinsing away the sticky residue he’d left on her skin.

Anders padded out of the room. His muscular ass flexed when he walked. She should have been too wrung out to want him again but as she watched the graceful, purposeful way his body moved, her fingers tingled with the urge to grip his narrow hips and guide him inside her.

Beck drew the cloth between her breasts and she forced herself to focus. She looked up into his eyes. “You’re just going to let him leave?”

“He knows what he needs.” Tossing the cloth aside, Beck cupped her chin and tilted her head back. His lips brushed hers in a sweet, claiming kiss. “Thank you for accepting him.”

“It was needed, wasn’t it?” She looped her arm around his neck, holding him there. Such a luxury to hold Beck close instead of trying to drive him away.

“And wanted?” He lifted her with one arm and used his other hand to jerk the blankets down. Settling her on the soft, soothing flannel sheet, he backed away far enough to see her face. “Was it wanted?”

“I…” She hesitated. “I don’t know how you think this is going to work.” She waved her hand in a vague circle. “All of this. What about jealousy?”

He pressed her down until she reclined against the pillows and spread his hand across her abdomen, a hot brand centered over her navel and the mark she had never been able to scrub off her skin. “There is no jealousy. You’re mine in ways you will never belong to anybody else.”

“Anders has the alpha-sigil, too,” she recalled.

”And you’re his in ways you’ll never be mine.” He smoothed her hair back and straightened to pull the blankets over her naked, sated body. “Sleep, winter-wolf. You only have a few hours before the Moon returns and
brings your Heat back with it.”

Her eyes weren’t going to remain open much
longer anyway. She rolled onto her side and burrowed deep into the warmth that smelled like Beck and Anders. Despite her misgivings, she couldn’t deny it was easier to cope with her hormone cycle while surrounded by pack. As she drifted off to sleep, she dared to dream she might be able to have Beck after all.

And beyond her feelings for Beck was a fledgling connection to Anders. Maybe this was right. Maybe it was time to stop hiding behind her fears and inadequacies, to be as she was born instead of resenting her differences.

Maybe the wolf eluded her because she was meant for two instead of one.

But they weren’t just two, the Guardians alpha pack, and six was a number she might not be able to keep up with, let alone
keep
.

To be continued in DESIRED BY THE PACK: PART
THREE, coming June 2014.
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Author’s Note

Dear Reader,

Thank you for coming this far with January and her alpha pack. I hope this second leg of their journey satisfied you…but I also hope
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DESIRED BY THE PACK: PART THREE, where you’ll learn a little more about life at Peace River, a little more about January and her wolf, and you’ll return to that rogue werewolf who’s been eluding the Guardians. And, naturally, I’ll take you back to the werewolves’ bedroom.

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All my best,

Emma Storm

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Emma Storm has wanted to write ever since she realized her mediocre skills with a crayon were going nowhere fast. When she was thirteen, she begged her parents for a typewriter for Christmas and went to town on a crazy-bad historical romance.

Fortunately, she left that messed up historical behind and went looking for her real loves--a big, sexy man; a sweet little boy; and dirty-hot werewolf heroes.

DESIRED BY THE PACK, Emma's paranormal romance serial novel, is her first foray into paranormal romance.
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