Desired by the Pack: Part One: A BBW Paranormal Romance Read Online Free PDF

because ninety-nine percent of them kept their dicks out of humans. The only thing he could give her was life.
    His wolf clamored for just that, stirred by the instinct to create. Beck ignored the animal. The choice was hers.
    He knew the instant she made it. She breathed a shuddering sigh and opened her eyes. Her scent deepened, becoming more complex. With a sad tilt to her mouth, January pinched the condom from his grasp and tore it open. His wolf’s objection was almost a physical thing, testing the limits of Beck’s control.
    “Clear enough.” He pushed her shirt up to get at her breasts, thinking to soothe the wolf with a taste. The shadow across her soft belly stopped him and his control slipped. The growl that rumbled up in his chest sounded inhuman to even his ears.
    “Don’t!” She scrabbled for the hem of her shirt but she was too late.
    “Goddess.” Cross swerved again.
    Beck didn’t have the breath to bark an order to watch the road.
    All the oxygen had fled his lungs the instant he laid eyes on the dark symbols arranged in a circle around January’s navel.
    He lifted a finger to trace the ring of moons, each representing one of the lunar phases.
    January slapped his hand away before he connected with her skin.
    “I said don’t.” She yanked her shirt back into place.
    Like a thin piece of cotton could erase that mark from his mind.
    “Turn around.” He opened his jeans, freeing the erection straining the zipper’s limits. January handed him the condom. Beck stretched the latex to its limits as he sheathed himself. His body had begun to change, intent on taking her before any other wolf could, and his cock lengthened and thickened like all his other muscles.
    January stared down at his hand wrapped around his shaft, indecision in her eyes. He waited patiently, leaning in for a taste of the pulse racing at the base of her throat. Alpha sigil or not, her body pleaded for relief. He could sense her new reluctance, fear gathered around what he’d discovered. Beck dragged his lips along the curve of her neck, waiting. The choice was still hers, and he knew the one she would make.
    “Fine,” she muttered. “Do it hard, and hurry up.” Breath rasping, she moved, maneuvering around until her plump, heart-shaped ass settled on his lap.
    His cock speared straight up from his open fly, framed by her pale cheeks. “I wouldn’t insult you by going slow, baby. I know you can handle everything I’ve got.”
    At a touch of his fingers, she leaned forward and lifted her hips. He guided her back. Her slippery folds drew him in, hot even through the uncomfortably tight condom. In a different time and place, he would take his time, tease both of them with anticipation and promise. He wanted to taste her, to learn her curves with his mouth and hands.
    But January had no patience for play. She angled until he notched at her entrance, then dropped onto him, so wet and ready, his size didn’t matter. Her sheath gave around his flesh, squeezed tight, and he groaned.
     

     
    Full.
    She felt so blessedly full. Gripping the dashboard, January lowered her chin to her chest and sighed as relief swept through her. So much better than a vibrator. So much better than anyone else she’d ever had, and he hadn’t even moved beyond the initial penetration.
    But oh, she wanted him to move. Her inner muscles clamped down hard and she followed the reflex by deliberately fisting around Beck’s cock.
    Behind her, he breathed steady and deep. The washboard expanse of his abs fit tight against her ass as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he flexed inside her, and no other place on earth was as good as this warm, humid cab. She could have stayed there forever, clutching and releasing until Beck gave her the release she craved.
    Beck was not so content. Broad fingers slid over her thigh and into the soaked space between her legs.
    “Ride me,” he growled, breath hot against her ear. Circling his thumb around her clit,