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

she stepped away from the hand on her hip. She couldn’t see Prince’s car from the door, but she knew it was in the lot somewhere. Locked, but she’d deal with that bridge when she came to it. As she pivoted to voice her thanks, the bright, pregnant moon caught her eye and a bolt of lust slammed into her. Gasping, she reached for something to brace herself.
    The young-looking one grabbed her elbow and hauled her close. “Do not touch the bikes.”
    Trembling in the aftermath of her body’s reminder of her physical needs, January groaned and buried her nose at the base of his throat. He smelled like snow and forest. Wild. Exciting. She wanted to crawl up his body, wrap her legs around his hips, and grind herself against him until she came.
    “Got to do something with her, Beck.” His voice was a rumble against her breasts, teasing her nipples, which had gone painfully hard.
    “Put her in the truck. She’s a danger to herself here.”
    So the lovely-voiced one’s name was Beck. Gray-eyed Beck. A good, strong name, perfect for gasping in the throes of orgasm. After another deep breath of snow and forest, she tilted her head back to look into the angry one’s golden eyes. “What’s your name?”
    “Do something with her,” he said again, but he held her gaze and didn’t push her away.
    Driven by the moon-madness, she slid her hand across his chest. Rock-hard all over, from his pecs to the ridge of flesh pressing against her belly.
    Before she could vocalize a request for all that maleness, Beck drew her close, enfolding her in his warm embrace. “Come on, baby. You’re in my hands for now. Anders, ride in the back. Cross, get those doors unlocked.”
    The automatic locks beep-beeped and the one called Cross opened the passenger door.
    “Wait.” As she peered into the cab of the truck, a moment of clarity overcame the lust-drunk fog that had rendered her stupid. Shaking her head, she retreated until she stood on her own.
    None of the men advanced but they didn’t back off, either. They stood watching her with patient, knowing expressions on their faces.
    Except the angry one, who still looked pissed. And hungry .
    “You all…you’re…” She couldn’t say it, but she needed to be sure before she went any further. A pack of werewolves were dangerous to her in some ways, but not as dangerous as a pack of human men could be. At least she could trust werewolves to take care of her if she completely lost her head.
    Holding her breath, she waited. If she was right, one of them would confirm. If she was off her nut, nobody would be squinting at her wondering about shifter lore. Even though she chose to remain apart from them, she still honored the protection secrecy afforded.
    But there didn’t seem to be any secrets here, because Beck nodded.
    “Pack,” he confirmed. “And you’re in Heat. Get in. We’ll see you back to your…”
    “House,” she said. “Just my house.”
    Cross raised a golden eyebrow. “You have someone at your house who can take care of you?”
    Can , he said, not will .
    She sucked in a breath. Two small words, two hugely different meanings. Goddess, how she wanted a man--or a pack of men--who could , instead of merely would . She smothered the self-destructive voice inside and said, “I’ll be fine by myself.”
    2
    Beck and Cross didn’t immediately follow her into the truck. The red-head had reappeared while she was crawling inside. Before Beck shut the door behind her, she heard him call the newcomer Maverick. Alone, January fished her phone from her back pocket and texted Prince.
    Where r u? Need reality check. Ride home. Sign u r alive. ???
    Outside, Beck stood with his back to her. The rearview was just as nice as the front. For a man who probably spent more time in fur than denim, he wore his jeans well. As he shifted his weight and angled to say something to Cross, the owner of the truck, his muscular ass flexed against faded, threadbare pockets. A pulse throbbed