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

through her folds from her clit to the entrance of her pussy. He pressed inside, just an inch, and then moved his thumbs in a small circular motion.
    “God, you’re wet. You’re melting on my hand. This is where you want me?”
    “Ye-es. Yes.”
    He leaned back against the cushions, pulling her with him. He pressed his face against her breast and licked the nearly healed mark he’d made when she’d claimed him. A reminder. She belonged to him as much as he belonged to her.
    “Only me?” he asked roughly.
    “I’m okay with the others touching me if you are.”
    “We’ll see.”
    He fisted his free hand around the base of his cock and urged her to her knees. Placing the blunt head at her entrance, he raised his hips to wet the flared tip with the moisture from her body.
    “Go on,” he said roughly. “You take me when you’re ready.”
    “Are you ready?”
    His yellow eyes flicked up to hers. “Always.”
    She lowered herself slowly, feeling herself stretch to accommodate his thick, hard flesh. When he was only an inch or so in, Case released his cock to grab hold of her hips. She adjusted her position and then slid smoothly down his shaft, taking all of him.
    So full. So perfect. So right.
    She let out an unsteady breath and kissed him again. He opened his mouth, welcoming her inside. His tongue stroked hers, and he raised his hips, nudging deeper, encouraging her to move.
    She did, awkwardly at first until she found her rhythm. She liked this position, the deep slide and pull of Case’s cock. She liked the way his breath hitched when she squeezed him just so, and the sense of power it gave her over this incredibly strong man. Case was always so serious and in control. She could see the wildness in his glittering eyes. She wanted him to let it out.
    Adjusting the angle of her body, she leaned forward so the tips of her nipples dragged against his chest. He groaned, a deep broken sound that caused her internal muscles to ripple in anticipation.
    Yes , she thought. Just like that.
    But Case didn’t give up control so easily. When he opened his eyes, he looked at a point behind her and gave a slight nod. She heard Jack and Carson move forward.
    “Calling in reinforcements?” she asked.
    “You’re more than I can handle alone.”
    Ha! She didn’t think there was anything that Case couldn’t handle. What threat was she to him?
    She allowed Case to ease her back on his thighs. Jack and Carson bracketed her on either side, like a pair of naughty bookends. Jack’s tongue, cold and wet, traced the areola on her left breast. Carson lifted her right breast to his mouth, latched onto her nipple and sucked hard.
    Oh, God.
    For a second, she froze, overwhelmed by sensation. The scrape of Jack’s beard on her skin. The hot suck of Carson’s mouth. Case, flexing his hips to move inside her, keeping their rhythm when she faltered.
    She looked down. Two heads, both dark-haired. Two mouths at her breasts. Jack caught her nipple between his teeth and flicked the tip with his tongue. Carson tugged at her with slow, deep pulls, small noises of pleasure humming in his throat.
    Case watched her, wolflight glowing in his eyes. She started to reach for him, but Jack and Carson were in the way. They caught her wrists and drew her hands down to their waiting cocks.  
    Open. She was spread open. Her arms, her thighs, her body. Completely vulnerable.
    Case was demonstrating his control over her. She chose the pack, but he was reminding her that he was still in charge. The others danced to his tune and probably always would. At the moment, she couldn’t find it in her to care. Especially not when he was using his power to make her feel like this .
    Case moved his hand between their bodies. Lightly—so lightly she could barely feel it at first—he laid a single fingertip against the hood of her clit. He let the rock of their bodies do the work, the pressure increasing as she rolled her hips forward and then receding as she