Free Desired by the Pack: Part Two: A BBW Paranormal Romance by Emma Storm

comfortable with her.
    Beck pulled January into the room and pushed her onto the bed before he started undressing. “Until she bonds with all of us, you can have her mouth or her ass. Her cunt, if you’re willing to wear a condom.”
    ”Her mouth?” Unable to contain his confusion, Anders glanced at January, naked and kneeling on the bed. Her brows were drawn together. She looked back and forth between him and Beck, biting her lip. Anders knew when understanding came to her, saw her eyes widen and her lips part on a breath.
    “You’ve never…” She trailed off when he tensed, finishing with, “had a blow job, have you?”
    ”I do not know what that is.”
    “Come here.” She patted the space beside her, up near the simple, sturdy headboard.
    He nodded and walked around the bed to settle where she indicated. January turned to face him and crawled between his legs. Her dark hair fell in a curtain at either side of her face. It wasn’t long enough to hide the heavy sway of her breasts. Her erect nipples grazed his thighs and the muscles bunched at the contact.
    He was fisting the covers even before her warm breath washed over his cock. Excitement hummed through him, intermingling with trepidation. He wanted to bolt from the bed. At the same time, he wanted to work his hands into her thick hair and drive deep into her mouth. Unable to trust his instincts, he did neither of those things.
    “Goddess, your ass is fine.” Beck broke the silence. The mattress gave under his weight as he joined them on the bed, fully focused on the flared curve of January’s backside. Hands spanning her waist, he pushed her forward, driving her upper body onto Anders’ thighs.
    Her lips whispered across the damp head of his cock. Anders’ breath hissed through his teeth. He tried to show some restraint, tried to prove he could be civilized like a man, but…he couldn’t. Forking his fingers into her hair, he drew her head down to him and uttered a guttural command. “Now.”
    She glanced up at him through her lashes, watching him as she licked out to taste his flesh. Something flexed deep within him, a tight-strung cord of excitement ready to snap.
    And she hadn’t even begun.
    Beck raised his arm and dropped his palm on her ass. The sound of the sharp slap rang in the room. January jerked and gasped. She tried to whip her head around but Anders held her in place.
    “I said now.” He moved, nudging his cock against her bottom lip.
    “That was for teasing him, winter-wolf,” Beck said. “Don’t. He’s not for playing with. You won’t like what you get in return, and there’s only so far I can get between you. You need to play games, you save them for me or one of the others.”
     
    Games. January closed her eyes and breathed deep, memorizing Anders’ musk. Oh, yeah, she wanted to play with him. And she wanted Beck’s hand on her ass again, punishing and driving her crazy. But neither man shared her mood and while she wanted to test the boundaries of this unexpected development, Anders and Beck had other ideas.
    Anders dug his thumbs into her jaw, right at the hinge, and she had no choice but to open for him. His thick cock head coasted past her parted lips and lodged up against the roof of her mouth. She flattened her tongue along the broad underside and flexed the tip against a sensitive spot that made Anders’ breath hiss between his teeth.
    Beck’s hands spanned her waist before coming together at the small of her back. He spread his fingers and stroked the length of her spine from hip to shoulder and back again. On the down stroke, he gripped her hips and pulled up and back. She lost her balance and fell forward onto her forearms. Anders’ cock slid unexpectedly deep, filling her mouth with his hard length. It was like plunging into a pool head-first, and she was suddenly drowning in his flavor, greedy and hungry for it.
    Groaning, Anders wrapped one hand around the back of her neck. Alarm jolted through her as he