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

matter a damn to her core, which flexed every time she saw him move in her peripheral vision. January forced herself to breathe and look for someone else to leave with that night. The bar was packed with masculine specimens, but she’d stopped seeing any of them once he snared her. That kind of draw was bad news…but as bad as it was, she couldn’t stop sending glances down the bar.
    The alpha looked familiar in profile, which was all she caught of his face before his pack banded around him. There was no way she could know him, though. She didn’t make a habit of fraternizing with werewolves because she wanted more from them than she deserved to have. She’d tried to shut down the pang of desire before it had time to grow, but so far she was having zero success. With one of her furtive glances, she caught him looking in her direction. Heart pounding, mouth dry, she ducked behind a burly man who conveniently stood up from his stool.
    “Stop it,” she whispered, reminding herself that she’d done something terrible, and now men like these weren’t meant for her.
    She’d allowed her roommate and co-worker, Prince Duvall, to drag her into a bar tonight for the sole purpose of picking up a stranger to help her through the frenzy of her Heat cycle. It was time to choose and haul ass before she gave in to temptation and did something she would regret. Even though she and Prince had arrived together, her friend was nowhere to be seen. She had no intention of cooling down with her long-time friend so his absence wasn’t necessarily a problem, but she wanted to let him know who she’d be leaving with.
    As she locked gazes with a moderately appealing man wrapped in leather and standing under a neon outline of a saxophone--as if a place like this would ever set up stage for a jazz band--she figured Prince’s disappearance might actually be a good thing, since Prince probably would have stopped her from flashing a full-lipped smile at the biker. When the biker inclined his head, January pushed away from the bar.
    Finally, some relief. The condom tucked inside her sock felt like a winning lottery ticket. As she worked her way across the room, squeezing her ample hips between wobbly tables, she noticed other women staring at her. Self-consciousness bloomed but she refused to show it to the thinner women eyeing her with judgment twisting their lips and fueling their snide remarks to one another. Another night would’ve told a different story, but sexual power had booted her self-esteem issues into the next county.
    Tonight she knew her ass filled out a pair of lace cheeky panties like nobody’s business, and she had a rack that could make a blind man drool. But as she joined the biker who’d caught her eye, she wasn’t imagining his appreciative gaze on her curvy profile.
    “ You looking for some sugar, sweetness?” Biker raised his arm, inviting her to tuck her shoulder into the curve of his pit.
    After verifying a lack of sweat stains, January moved into place. She resisted the urge to check in with the wolf pack at the bar, but couldn’t help wondering if they were watching her. A woman always wants what she can’t have.
    “Just a little bit,” she said as his muscular arm settled around her. The neon sign buzzed overhead. A few other guys in Biker God’s crew checked her out but lost interest quickly.
    He gave her a squeeze, then let her go. “Walk your juicy ass over to the bar and get me a beer. I’ve got your sugar as soon as I wet my mouth.”
    January inhaled, irritation flaring. Human men didn’t call the shots with her. With a snort, she said, “Get your own beer.”
    She pulled away, shaking her head. A meaty hand landed on the back of her neck.
    “Sass is a bad idea, sweetness. You’ll behave in front of my boys.”
    She realized she was in trouble when all those previously disinterested eyes focused on her. Trying to think past the broad fingers digging into the sides of her neck and the whiskey