Maggie's Wolves, Part Five: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

felt the tension in his body everywhere they touched.
    “You didn’t come,” she said, surprised.
    “Not yet. May I? Can you take more?”
    The Carolina drawl was back in his voice. It became more pronounced, she noticed, whenever he was in the grip of strong emotion.
    Placing her hands on his shoulders, she propped herself up and licked the hard line of his mouth. Experimentally, she shifted her hips. She was a little sore, but the slide of Jack’s cock felt good. He was so hard she knew he had to be close. He’d held on for her, so he could give her what she needed. How could she not do the same?
    Tears pricked at her eyes.
    He went so still she thought he stopped breathing. “Maggie, no. Don’t cry. You don’t have to keep—”
    When he tried to withdraw, she slammed her hips down to hold him. Shaking her head, she said, “It’s not that. It’s… you’ve been so wonderful to me. I’m not used to being cared for like this. I’m fine. More than fine. I want you to come, Jack. Please, don’t stop.”
    He captured her face and stared hard into her eyes. “You’re sure?”
    “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
    He nipped at her bottom lip and then licked the spot. His mouth curved into a devastatingly sweet smile as his head dropped back to the fur. “Thank God. Show me.”
    “Show you?”
    His hands fell to rest lightly on her hips. He flexed again, sliding easily inside her. “Show me how you want me. Slow. Hard. I’m here for whatever you need.”
    The thing she wanted most was for him to feel as perfectly satisfied as he’d made her feel. She didn’t know if she had the skill or experience to accomplish that. But she would try.
    “Okay.”
    Sitting up, she took more of her weight on her knees as she dragged her fingertips down Jack’s sweat-slicked skin, her fingers bumping over his ridged abdomen. There was a dusting of dark hair on his chest. She’d never been particularly attracted to hairy men, but Jack was different. It emphasized the differences between their bodies. His hard muscles to her soft curves. His lean, rugged strength to her lush, welcoming heat.
    She began to move, experimenting with him by tightening her inner muscles as she pulled away from him and then falling on his cock with an easy controlled slide. She slowly gained confidence as she watched his reactions. When she bent over him to flick her tongue over his nipple, the groan that ripped from his throat made her womb clench. She was surprised to feel her desire rising again so soon. It wasn’t as sharp and determined as the biologically-driven urge to mate caused by the heat. This was warmer and sweeter. It cared more for Jack’s pleasure than for the release of his seed. Not that she didn’t want him to experience as mind-blowing of an orgasm as he’d given her. She did. But she also wanted to have the joy of giving it to him.
    When he caught her hair and pulled her face to his for a long, lingering kiss, she found her pace increasing. Jack thrust into with a force that said he was close to losing it. And she didn’t want to miss a moment of his release. The kiss was distracting her.
    Pulling away, she captured his wrists and pinned his hands to the floor beside his head. His eyes locked on hers, desperate, blazing with wolflight. They both knew he could break her hold at any moment, but he didn’t offer more than token resistance.
    “I want to feel you come again,” he said, his voice harsh.
    She shook her head. “It’s your turn.”
    He growled. “Come with me then.”
    She might. Or she might not. She wasn’t going to make any promises.
    She dipped her head to kiss him, a brief brush of her lips and tongue before she moved lower. She scraped her teeth down the line of his throat and felt his whole body shudder. Not with orgasm. Not yet. She licked at the hollow between his collarbones and nipped at the curve of his shoulder. He jerked and groaned again.
    She had him.
    It was no wonder that Case