Desired By The Pack: Part Three Read Online Free PDF Page B

her feet.
    Despite her half-hearted objection, she was wet. His fingers glided easily along her slit. She dropped her head back on his shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted as he played with her.
    The compulsion to seat himself in her hot, silky grip shook him. He bared his teeth at her neck, starving for the taste of her blood on his tongue as it sealed their bond.
    “She is so pink here.” Anders’ hand brushed Beck’s as he explored her body.
    January raised her head and looked down at Anders. Beck turned his face away, getting his mating drive under control.
    That rich flavor would be his soon enough.
    “What is this called?” Anders touched something that made January buck.
    “That’s my…oh, Moon, don’t touch it like that.” She writhed in Beck’s arms, her husky voice gone sharp and high.
    “I thought it gave you pleasure.”
    “Yeah, but you can’t just push the hood back and rough it up like that.” She was breathing hard, a tremor in the words.
    “Well, you could,” Beck drawled, rubbing her bare abdomen with small circles. “She’ll still come but she might break your nose fighting to get away.”
    Anders growled. “Then I will do it with my mouth.”
    “Please yes,” she gasped. “Do that.”
    Beck slid his hand lower and spread her pussy open with two fingers. “No teeth,” he warned.
    January stiffened but Anders closed in before she could voice her alarm.
    Whatever she’d opened her mouth to say got swallowed by her throaty cry. She reached back to link her fingers behind Beck’s head. He took advantage of the opportunity to get his hands under her shirt. Her stomach hollowed and filled as she undulated, seeking more and more.
    Pushing her bra up over her breasts, he licked the shell of her ear.
    “You’re mine,” he whispered. “Ours. No denying us. No fucking new job in Denver. Say it.”
    Her nipples were tight little peaks. They grew harder with his words. Beck tormented them, rasping the blunt edges of his fingernails back and forth across the tips.
    “I’m going to come,” she moaned, arching her back.
    He pinched her nipple hard and held the pressure. “Not until you say it. Anders, stop licking that pussy until she says she’s ours.”
    “No!” She dug her nails into his scalp and yanked at his hair. “Goddess, don’t stop. I’m yours! I’m--ahhh!”
    She jerked in his arms, locked up stiff as she shattered. Pleasure poured off her like a flooding rain, invading the edges of his mind the way pack emotion sometimes did.
    The way Anders’ thick satisfaction did while January shuddered through the aftershocks of her climax.
    She came down panting, limp against him. Anders stood. At Beck’s nod, Anders lowered his head and covered her lips, giving her the flavor of her passion. Moaning, she drew her fingers from Beck’s hair and slid her arms around Anders’ neck. The loss of her was a sharp, new pain. Beck embraced it as he watched Anders lift her and carry her into the bedroom.
    That pain would always bring him back to her.

     
    4
    January stomped through the wet, sloppy slush marking the edge of the pack settlement, cursing every slide of her feet in the too-big hiking boots someone had donated along with the trailer. Two pairs of socks wouldn’t protect her feet from blisters and maybe that was a good thing. Maybe she needed a reminder of exactly what it meant to be Beck’s mate.
    Sharing him with dozens.
    Risking him to the never-ending wars in Solaine.
    Abandonment.
    They shared an attraction, not an abiding love. She didn’t know if the connection was enough. Didn’t know what more she wanted. The human romantic definition of love seemed too little and too much at the same time.
    She should leave. Just walk away before he returned.
    Denver still existed for her, a fresh start, a place to lick her wounds and forget this little taste of what could have been with the Guardians.
    A warm body brushed her thigh, righting her as she slipped in a mud slick.