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

maudlin emotion. She turned away from the tracks, drawn to the men inside despite knowing she should get back in her car and go to a motel. The relief she’d bought herself ran out in a hurry as every cell in her body zeroed in on the promise of real, lasting satisfaction. Legs shaking, clinging to the bannister for balance, she mounted the porch and let herself into the house. Inside, she stood in the warmth of the kitchen and drew several deep, even breaths. The sounds of male voices and a television carried from the family room at the front of the house.
    While she stood there, the pitch of the conversation changed. January didn’t need a shifter’s senses to figure out the pack had caught wind of her arrival.  The voices were too low for her to name individual speakers but she knew who they were anyway.
    A flush crawled across her chest, up her neck and settled to burn at her ears. She wanted to curse Prince, but the scent of grilled meat in the air told her the Guardians had arrived at her house before she’d felt the first punch of need. That made her nervous. If Beck hadn’t come in response to her Heat, why had he come? She thought they were all on the same page after meeting at the diner.
    All of them except Anders, anyway.
    Determined to find out before her orgasm-induced calm completely wore off, she walked out of the kitchen. The sight of the large, muscular man with smooth coffee skin and a shaved-smooth scalp leaning against the wall beside the entry to the living room gave her pause. She didn’t recognize him.
    Frowning, January clutched the cross-body strap of her bag. The relief she’d bought with her fingers was rapidly wearing off and her hormones reacted to this guy in a big way. She wet her lips before asking, “Who are you?”
    “Smoke.” His gaze followed the quick movement of her tongue and his nostrils flared. “You’re Beck’s woman.”
    Her throat constricted. She gave a sharp shake of her head but Smoke’s tawny eyes watched her with unwavering knowledge.
    “I’m my own woman.” Movement in the doorway drew her attention. A lean, rangy man with a shock of ginger hair strolled out of the living room. Despite the scene earlier in the diner, he wore an easy smile. January smiled back at him. “Mav.”
    Mav --Maverick--didn’t keep his distance the way Smoke did. Three short strides brought him close enough to touch. January slid her arms around his shoulders as he lifted her in a hug, not straining in the least despite her extra pounds. Mav buried his nose against the side of her neck and inhaled deeply. When he spoke, his voice was gravelly with desire. “Goddess, you smell good enough to fuck. If you don’t get your fine ass up to Beck, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”
    January glanced at Smoke, who now wore a stony expression and stared straight ahead at the wall behind her. His distance intrigued her. If she weren’t dealing with a testosterone invasion and a body crying out for relief, she might have investigated the mystery of this man, who must have been a new member of the Guardians’ pack.
    But she was running out of time. Mav’s erection pressed against her belly, telling her just how much mating scent she was throwing out into the air. She pushed against Mav’s shoulders and he sat her on her feet. January cast one last look at Smoke, then she left the pack in the front room and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Not because she wanted to save herself for Beck-- she didn’t , she told herself--but because he was the only one who could give the order for the Guardians to clean out and leave her be.  Some of her indignation returned on the upstairs landing. She stalked down the hall, past Prince’s closed door, not stopping until she reached the open door of her bedroom. There, she stood in the door fame and glared at the trespasser. Her big, bad wolf didn’t even try to disguise himself as grandma…and, Goddess help her, she couldn’t