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

he bucked up into her. Pleasure rippled out from her core, a drugging taste that made her want more and more.
    “Don’t stop doing that,” she begged. After a small adjustment, she balanced with her arms folded on the dash, her upper body angled forward, away from his lips.
    His breath on her neck was an intimacy she couldn’t afford. An intimacy soon forgotten as she lifted her hips and dropped back down, establishing a hard, urgent rhythm. The muscles in her thighs bunched and eased, making her feel powerful, but Beck’s gripping hands didn’t let her forget he was in control. She surrendered gladly, losing herself in the magic of knowing the man behind her was strong enough to take what he wanted and still give everything she needed.
    The highway stretched on and on, white broken lane markers whipping past as the truck ate up the pavement. The tantalizing promise of release seemed to hover on the horizon, coming closer and closer as Beck met her thrust for thrust, sweet, satisfying friction inside and out.
    Her first orgasm broke fast, brutal because she’d denied her body too long. Beck grunted as her inner walls clamped around him. He swelled inside her, growing longer and bigger.
    “Don’t come yet,” she pleaded, afraid he would leave her once he did, and she wasn’t ready for their frantic coupling to end.
    “Bossy.” He bit out the word but his touch was gentle as he settled one hand under her shirt, over her navel.
    That damn mark.
    A wet, thick sound drew her gaze to the driver’s seat.
    Cross’s fist flashed up and down his cock, which jutted at an angle, the mushroom-shaped tip nearly touching the bottom of the steering wheel.
    Saliva pooled on her tongue. She wanted to taste him.
    “Don’t you come either,” she said.
    Cross chuckled but didn’t look up from the road. “Bossy and greedy.”
    Screwing her eyes tight, she reached between her knees and shoved his fingers harder against her clit. The second orgasm burst faster than the first, a hot flash behind her closed eyes.
    Snarling, Beck banded his arm around her ribcage and hauled her to his chest. An instant later he stiffened, grinding the sharp blades of his pelvic bones against her ass. He flattened his hand over her mound and cupped her, squeezing a shriek from her throat and a bright, sharp climax from her body.
    This time, the orgasm stuck and she soared, all her tension and need carried away by her fluttering, contracting sex and the slow, heavy pulse of Beck’s cock, filling her so, so deep.
    He didn’t shift her off his lap and she was too weak to move on her own. Boneless, she sagged against him. Not even his open mouth at her shoulder, teeth on her skin, marred the bliss that wrapped around her.

 
    3
    Beck continued to hold her long after her heart rate slowed. He held her long after he softened inside her, although he didn’t seem to lessen in size. She’d never been with a man who didn’t shrivel up after the main event.
    But then, she’d never been with a werewolf, either.
    The sex was undeniably different. More energetic, yeah, but the aftermath was different, too. Her Heat actually felt soothed after only one round. With the human men she picked up to suit this purpose, true relief always evaded her. She could fuck a human male until he begged for mercy and she would still be wanting when the wrung-out man wobbled, weak-kneed, away from her.
    A sigh slipped past her lips. She could get used to this.
    No.
    January jerked upright and pitched off Beck’s lap.
    “I am not getting used to this,” she said in the face of his stunned, puzzled expression.
    That kind of thinking would only break her. She should have fetched that biker a beer.
    Not allowing a thought for dignity, she flung her half-naked body into the back seat. Her jeans and panties were a tangle on the floor. She shook them out and had her foot jammed into one leg by the time Beck spoke.
    “How many more nights?” The teeth of his zipper rasped