Desired by the Pack: Part Two: A BBW Paranormal Romance

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the weak spot. He bumped his nose against her cheek, her temple, urging her head to the side. January touched him for the first time, soft strong hands flat against his naked chest. She moaned and he felt the vibration on his tongue as he drew his parted lips down the arch of her throat, breathing, tasting her scent.
    Sweet. Aroused. Pack .
    No more talking. She couldn’t misunderstand the thick jut of his cock against her belly, and still she softened against him. This was acceptance in a language that spoke more truth than words.
    He took the tendon in her neck between his teeth, a message for her to be still, and lowered his palm to the tempting curve of her breast. Touching like this was human foreplay. He’d never had use for it in the past but found he was curious now. January would need more from him than a fresh kill for her dinner.
    She would need the man he kept buried.
    Her nipple peaked as he drew his fingertips across the crest. Even through her clothes, she responded.
    Beck approached slowly. Anders knew Beck’s caution was for his benefit and appreciated his alpha’s restraint. With January’s arousal drugging his senses, Anders wasn’t sure how his instincts would react to a sudden approach. A threat against his claim.  Eventually they would all have to work out a hierarchy of possession when it came to this woman, but until the rules were established, the males of the pack would be volatile.
    Watching Beck over January’s shoulder, Anders settled his hands on her hips and brought her closer to him. Her excitement was a damp heat at the juncture of her legs. Too impatient to wait, he spoke first. “How much can I have?”
    January pressed her nails against his skin. Fire edged her sharp tone. “Ask me, not him.”
    “He sees you as a subordinate, winter-wolf. Baring your throat for him reinforced your position.” Beck caught her hair and ran his fingers through the dark length, pulling her head back at a deeper angle. He bent to kiss the hollow behind her ear. “I have a suggestion. You want to hear it?”
    Anders drew back but not before Beck touched him, igniting a physical awareness that went beyond the casual intimacy of pack relations. Rousing an interest in something else.
    January’s eyes flashed. Heat climbed her throat, a pink flush that tempted Anders’ tongue. She swallowed. “What I want is someone to touch me.”
    Beck nosed along her shoulder. “I’ll take care of you. I always will.”
    Reaching around, Beck grasped the bottom of her shirt and worked it up. Anders reluctantly let her go. He stepped back to give Beck room. The hunger inside him twisted as Beck bared her rounded stomach. January raised her arms and more tawny skin came into view. Her breasts were full, heavy, and the stiff nipples Anders had felt through her clothes were dark and ripe.
    Everything about her looked succulent. His mouth watered.
    “I want to lick her. You.” Anders glanced up, catching January’s eyes after Beck pulled her shirt over her head. She went still, her arms raised and caught in the tangle of fabric.
    She didn’t say anything. Pulling free of her shirt, she lowered her hands and cupped her breasts, lifting the mounds up and squeezing them together.
    “I think that means she wants you to get on with it.” Beck hooked his thumbs in the waist of her pants and pushed them down. January shivered after stepping out of her pants. Beck wrapped his arms around her. “Bedroom,” he said, jerking his head toward the cabin’s other room.
    Anders nodded and went ahead of them. The bedroom was small, neat and utilitarian. It had a big bed, the way all the cabins did, because pack rarely slept alone. It was more unusual to find someone in a bed alone than it was to find three or more bodies tangled together. A small propane heater warmed the room. He drew the thick pile of blankets down the bed, exposing green flannel sheets. Plain, but well-made. January would be comfortable here. He could be

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