Maggie's Wolves, Part Five: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 5) (2 page)

“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 sank onto his cock.

His cock seemed to swell even bigger, dragging against her inner walls as she moved on him. Jack and Case were getting harder too, both of them pumping eagerly into her hands while they sucked at her breasts. Case slid his finger lower. She whimpered at the loss of contact, but he returned a moment later to coat her clit with the moisture he gathered from her pussy. He increased the pressure. Her hands fisted, and both Jack and Carson groaned.

Without warning Case stood, breaking Jack and Carson’s hold on her. With his cock still planted inside her, he turned and laid her flat on the couch. One arm banded low on her back and the other cradled her head.

He drove deep, but not too deep. Even now, he was holding back. The tempo of his thrusts changed, becoming sharper and quicker. He pounded into her, terrible in his control, relentlessly pushing her higher with each powerful stroke.

She let go, surrendering herself completely. Her hands slid from his shoulders, and he growled, a satisfied, completely masculine sound that pushed her right over the edge.

Her back arched and her pussy gripped his cock in rhythmic pulses as he continued to fuck her. She cried out and tossed back her head. His teeth sank into her neck, bracketing her pulse. The arm around her hips lifted her, locking her tight against him. He was strong, her mate. Strong and passionate and true.

His body tightened, every muscle locked rigid for a moment, and then he lifted his head with a roar as he filled her with his seed. It splashed hotly against her womb. His pleasure rippled through their bond, feeding her own fading orgasm, drawing it out and making her muscles clench with the echo of his release.

Gradually, his thrusts slowed, becoming almost lazy as he continued to pump into her for several seconds longer before going still. His head hung down. A trickle of sweat ran along the side of his neck. She lifted her head to catch it on her tongue.

Case opened his eyes to look at her, wolflight still blazing in his eyes. The line of his mouth softened in an achingly sweet smile.

She lifted her hand to his cheek. “I love you.”

She froze, appalled that she’d spoken the words aloud. He’d think she was crazy for falling in love with him so quickly. The mating bond was one thing, a purely biological drive. Love was another thing altogether. He’d never asked her for that. She didn’t know if he even wanted her love.

She couldn’t read the expression on Case’s face.

She looked away, but her gaze fell on Jack and Carson, not more than a few feet away. They’d heard her too. She could read their expressions just fine—surprise and sympathy.

She shifted under Case, wanting to get up.

“I…I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I don’t know—”

“Maggie.”

Wincing, she looked up at him. He braced himself on his elbows, lifting his hands to capture her face. His gaze was as soft as she’d ever seen it. Gentle, when she knew Case wasn’t really a gentle man. He could be kind though. Maybe that’s what she was seeing—kindness and pity.

He dipped his head to brush her lips with a tender kiss. “I love you, too.”

“You don’t have to say—”

“I knew it from the beginning. My wolf did.”

“Your wolf? That’s instinct and hormones and...”

“Magic.” His smile widened. “Don’t forget the magic. It’s what makes us what we are. Magic bred into our bones. What else is love? You were made for me. My wolf recognized it first, but I knew. I didn’t want to put you under any more pressure than you were already under, or I would have said it sooner.”

Tears pricked her eyes. “You would have?”

He kissed the corner of one eye and then the other. “Thank you for the gift of giving me the words first.”

He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. She could feel the peace in his body, his heavy limbs and softening cock, his breath that slowed and mingled with hers. The truth of his words sank into her. He loved her. This amazing, wonderful man knew all about the animal living in her soul. He
saw
all of her, and he loved her.

With a sigh, Case withdrew from her body and stood. He glanced at Jack and Carson who had withdrawn several feet but still watched her hungrily.

“Do you have the energy or should I chase them away?”

Her wolf stretched lazily and turned her attention to the two young males. She should be sated, ready to sleep, but the wolf wanted more. The wolf wanted Jack and Carson. She wanted Eli, who was still sleeping like a log in the recliner. She wanted Declan who was out roaming the woods.

And Maggie was done fighting with her wolf.

Chapter Three

Jack and Carson stalked toward her, outlined by the flickering light from the television. Carson’s expression was tight, but Jack smiled at her as he lifted her hand. He drew her fingers to his lips. His whiskers tickled her skin before he brushed a kiss against the back of her knuckles.

His blue eyes met her hers. “Both of us, or one at a time?”

She shivered at the question. Could she take both of them?
Did she want to?
Carson had complicated feelings for Jack. She shouldn’t be jealous of that, especially when she’d just had sex with their alpha while they both watched. She’d sworn her love to Case, and she wasn’t quite ready to admit the same to them. They could all love each other, but love each other in different ways, couldn’t they?

Jack held himself back, watching her while she considered the question. She looked at Carson, but his expression was unreadable.

“I want both.”

Jack’s fingers tightened on hers, and she felt a quiver of apprehension.

“Can we take it slowly? I don’t know how much I can handle.”

Her wolf wasn’t worried about her fragile human body. Her wolf only cared about filling the hunger. Maggie cared very much about her fragile human body. She might heal faster than a normal human, but Jack and Carson were very strong. She could see their wolves in their eyes, feel the hungry animals shivering beneath the surface of their human skins, wanting to come out. The beasts wanted to consume her, and if they broke her body now, she couldn’t shift to repair the damage.

Carson moved closer and gently brushed the hair from her face. “Trust the wolf, Maggie. Trust us. We won’t push you too hard.” The corner of his wide mouth lifted in a wry smile. “Unless you command it.”

That teased a smile to her lips. They weren’t strangers, even though she didn’t know them very well yet. They were her mates, and they’d keep their wolves in check.

“Come here.” Carson pulled her toward the center of the room. He grabbed a fur throw that was folded over the back of a wooden chest and he laid it on the floor. Lowering himself to stretch out on it, he held out his hand.

When she moved to stand over him, his eyes warmed. “You wouldn’t believe how beautiful the view is from down here, Jack.”

Jack placed a hand on her shoulder and exerted just a little pressure, guiding her to her knees. “I believe it.”

Gathering her hair at the nape of her neck, he tugged, gently forcing her face up. He stared for a moment at her breasts before meeting her gaze. “The view is just as fine from up here.”

Carson’s hands covered her breasts and she instinctively tried to lower her head to see what he was doing. Jack’s fist in her hair prevented the motion.

“I can still smell the heat,” Jack said. “It’s still running hot through your blood. The wolf won’t let you sleep until it’s sated.”

Carson’s fingers closed on her nipples, plucking them to stiff points. A sharp breath gusted from her parted lips.

Jack smiled. “But you don’t need to worry about that. We’ll drive it away.”

Carson cursed softly. “Her nipples are so damned sensitive. I bet I could make her come with my fingers.”

She groaned, and Jack said, “Maybe later. She wants your fingers in her pussy.”

“Do I?” She meant it as a challenge, but it came out as a breathless whisper.

A flicker of amusement lit Jack’s eyes. “You do.”

“I thought you said you were a submissive wolf.”

“I am,” Jack said. “We both are. Order us to stop, and we’ll obey without question.”

When she didn’t speak, Jack nodded. “Your hands on her pussy, Carson. Don’t let her come.”

Carson’s hands left her breasts. They smoothed down her belly to her hips. He eased a single finger into her pussy and she sucked in sharp breath. Jack released his hold on her hair and moved to stand in front of her, placing his mouthwatering cock only inches from her face.

Carson added another finger. He twisted his hand and she flexed her hips, trying to take him deeper.

Jack lifted her face. His hand was wrapped around his cock and he held it out to her as an offering. She accepted the offer, taking him into her mouth. She slid her tongue along his length, coating him with moisture. When he was nice and slick, she withdrew to the tip and with the next stroke took him deeper. Jack cupped the back of her head while she worked at him. With soft nudges of his hips, he encouraged her to accept more and more until the head of his cock touched the soft back of her throat. She tasted the tang of pre-ejaculate and moaned around his thick shaft.

She wanted to taste him. She wanted to swallow him down, but she also wanted to be fucked.

Carson had clever hands. Long and slender, his fingers felt like magic. She bet he could make her orgasm just with his touch. On her breasts. On her pussy. He wasn’t a tentative lover, she realized. He was attentive, reading her every response, taking note of what pleased her and then using that knowledge to torment her. He brought her to the brink of orgasm. Her skin went cold and every cell in her body seemed to tingle, waiting for the next stroke that would push her over the edge. But that stroke didn’t come.

With a whimper, she pulled herself off Jack’s cock. Jack stepped aside and Maggie glared down at Carson. “You’re trying to drive me crazy.”

Carson laughed. “Is that how it feels?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Imagine what it’s like to touch you like this. To see your wet pussy only inches away from my cock and have to hold myself back.”

“Who’s asking you to hold back?”

He gave a strangled laugh and curved his fingers around her hips to pull her closer. “Jack. I’m just following orders.”

Carson was the youngest. He was submissive to Jack, but she could overrule those orders.

Placing her hands on Carson’s shoulders, she leaned down to kiss him. Her breasts swung forward and Carson watched them with a hungry expression. He groaned when they smooshed against his chest. He lifted his head to meet her kiss and his arms wrapped around her waist. He held her tightly as he raised his hips, sliding his cock along her damp, sensitive flesh. She groaned into his mouth.

He dropped his head back to the ground. “Now who’s tormenting who?”

She grinned. “I want you inside me, Carson. Make me come.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He rolled so fast she gasped and then laughed when she caught her breath. He pushed her thighs wide with the press of his hips, withdrew just enough to position his cock where he wanted it and then pushed into her. Her back arched and her fingers dug into his shoulders. Carson held himself fully planted and rained kisses down on her face, her closed eyelids and her cheeks. He reserved the most gentle of kisses for her lips and when her eyes opened, he asked, “Better?”

She nodded, and he began to move. Carson felt different from Case. He was reserved like Case, and sensitive to her responses. He wanted to please her, just as Case did, but he approached her orgasm less as a mission and more as a leisurely journey between friends.

He also waited for her lead.

She ran her foot down his calf, tangling their legs, and then rolled so he was beneath her. Jack had retreated just far enough away to give them a bit of space, but he returned now.

Cradling her jaw, Jack lifted her face. “Where do you want me?”

“Where do you want to be?”

His eyes sparkled with laughter and he ran his thumb along her lower lip. “How could I choose? You said you wanted me and Carson together? Do you want me to fuck your ass again? We can both fuck your pussy, but it’ll be a tight fit. We might want to wait to try that when you’re not in heat and we all have a little more patience.” He shrugged. “But I’m game if you are.”

She hadn’t even considered the possibility. “That’s… We can do that?”

His smile was slow and wicked. “Oh, honey, you don’t even know.”

She didn’t, and maybe that should scare her, but the dare was back in Jack’s eyes and she couldn’t be afraid when he was looking at her like that. It was the same way he’d looked at her when they were out on the cliff. He hadn’t let her fall then, and he wouldn’t let her fall now.

Wolflight flared in his eyes and his voice turned rough. “Tell me what you want.”

Jack had said that he wanted to give her a child. She didn’t know if he was okay with the others knowing that or not. They were pack but surely there were some things that should remain special and privately shared.

Jack understood her hesitation. He brushed her cheek and then looked down at Carson. “You’ve already had her pussy tonight. I want it.”

Carson raised his eyebrows. “Do you?”

Jack urged Maggie to her feet. Carson lifted his hips as if to follow even as his cock slid from her body. Carson sighed heavily and rolled to stand. He scowled at Jack. “I was very comfortable exactly where I was.”

Jack took his place on the floor and pulled Maggie down with him. She let herself be pulled. Jack smiled at Carson. “Wait until you feel her ass. It’s the warmest, tightest place you’ll ever be.”

Jack didn’t waste any time waiting for a response. He positioned himself before Maggie could even reach for him and then pushed into her. His hand cupped the side of her neck. When she opened her eyes, his gaze met hers. “Good?”

“Perfect.”

He began to move. A slow nudging lift of his hips and then a deeper, longer thrust.

Carson knelt behind her. He brushed her hair to one shoulder and set his lips to her ear. Smoothing a hand over her ass, he asked, “This is what you want, Maggie?”

She turned her head. “It’s what I want. You don’t have to—”

He kissed her, just a quick peck, and then laughed. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to twist my arm. Tell me if it’s too much. Just because it sounds like a good idea now doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jack and Carson didn’t demand more than she was willing to give. They would take care of her without judgment or scorn. They belonged to each other, the three of them, bound together by ties of friendship, love and the magic of their wolves. She was safe.

Jack continued to move inside her with shallow lazy thrusts while Carson prepared his way. He coated her and himself with warm oil. When he started to slide a single finger inside her, she tensed, her body instinctively rejecting the invasion. He waited patiently for her to relax, whispering soft words of encouragement in her ear about how beautiful and perfect she was. About how happy he was that she’d claimed him and how good this would feel for them all. He interspersed his words with kisses on her shoulders and neck. And when her muscles finally began to ease, he pressed only the tip of his finger through the tight ring of muscle. He coated her generously with oil, prodded a bit deeper and then withdrew.

Jack distracted her by capturing her breasts in his wide hands. When she glanced down at him, she had to smile at the rapt expression on his face.

“I’ve never had these all to myself,” he said with a rough edge to his voice.

She stretched her spine, leaning over him to tempt him with her nipple. He seized it with his mouth, dragging the edge of his teeth lightly along her nipple before sucking it between his lips.

She groaned, and Carson added another finger. Her body felt heavy, weighted down with bliss. By the time Carson positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, all of her worries about logistics and self-doubt had faded away, and he pushed the head of his cock into her without much trouble at all. There was an instant of sharp pressure and then the heavy slide of his shaft slowly working into her. He was patient.

More patient than she was.

When she rocked back to hurry him along, he pressed a hand to the top of her ass to hold her in place. “Easy. I don’t want to hurt you. How does this feel?”

Full. God, she’d never felt so full.

The fullness satisfied her heat. Having two of her mates tend so solicitously to her needs pleased the wolf.

“Good,” she said, her voice low and raspy. “Perfect.”

She’d thought Carson was fully inside her but she was wrong. He shifted closer, the hair on his legs brushing against the backs of her thighs. He flexed his hips and pushed even deeper. She groaned. It was an animal sound, half-wolf, half-human. Jack’s fingers tightened on her breast and he drew her other nipple into his mouth to toy with it.

Carson withdrew slightly and then, finally, finally, thrust all the way home. She gasped at the sensation as both men held themselves still for a long, silent moment.

When Carson withdrew, Jack dragged in an unsteady breath. “Fuck. I can feel you moving. It’s like you’re sliding right against my cock.”

Carson’s sharp exhalation gusted against her shoulder. “Then move, Jack. I want to feel you too. Let’s take Maggie with us.”

They did, starting slow and being extraordinarily careful. They stretched and filled her, gliding, pushing. The two men were so in tune with one another that it was as if they had one mind. One purpose, and that was to drive her freaking insane. With soft touches, warm mouths, and hard cocks, they brought her to the brink of orgasm a half dozen times.