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pressed her down onto Beck, she realized that was no furry blanket.
    Anders covered her, his shape so different from Beck’s. The fur of his belly and legs slid soft against her skin. He couldn’t hold her with his arms but he surrounded her with his entire body.
    He wanted her. The physical evidence of his desire lay against the small of her back until he adjusted himself and nudged between her legs.
    A visual of both Beck and Anders trying to fill her flashed through her mind, exciting in its possibility but terrifying in reality. She stilled, clamping down on Beck’s cock, her knees tight at his hips.
    “Beck.” She pulled at his hair until he tore his mouth from her neck.
    Blood gleamed black on his lips. He licked them clean and glanced over her shoulder.
    Something buzzed at the edges of her awareness, voices and static she couldn’t quite make out. Beck pushed up into her once, hard, and then he withdrew from her body.
    She didn’t even have time to draw a complaining breath before Anders surged forward and took Beck’s place.
    “Ahhh!” Anders speared inside, bigger in this form than his man’s shape. Unprepared for his size and the fast, pounding pace he set from the very first thrust, she couldn’t do anything but cling to Beck, gasping and trembling and uncertain.
    “Give me your lips, baby,” Beck murmured, steering her head down to him. He bit at her open mouth, then nipped at her ear.
    “Relax your neck and shoulders. Hold your ass up for him. All you have to do is hold steady and take. He’ll do all the giving.”
    She’d never fucked with this degree of strength and power behind her, driving into her. Anders was feral, driven by the instinct to mate--to procreate, she realized with an unexpected thrill that softened her deepest place, sending a new slick of wetness to ease Anders’ way. He took her again and again, short, shallow motions that left her incapable of anything but fisting the sheets beside Beck’s head.
    He struck her G-spot over and over again, flinging her higher and higher to a peak she couldn’t reach on her own.
    “Help me,” she begged, grinding against Beck’s cock, which stretched stiff and hard between her body and his.
    “Beck, please. I need to--I’m going to--ohhh, yes, please yes, please…”
    Anders gave her more and more of his weight, bearing her down in a wild rhythm that rubbed her clit against Beck just right.
    She came with a scream, pleasure and pain blending again as Anders seemed to grow inside her, stretching her inner walls more and more. Anders stilled, trembling at her back. Inside her, his flesh pulsed and jumped with the force of his release.
    Beck held her through it all, kissing and praising her until Anders finally, finally slipped free.
    She felt boneless as Beck spilled her onto her back and panic stirred when he rose above her, still thick and swollen.
    “Let me,” he muttered, tongue lapping at the sweat between her breasts.
    Anders slunk up the bed and settled beside her, running his nose along her neck. He licked at the spot Beck had bitten, a reminder of where and who she was.
    Pushing aside her panic, she raised her knees and spread her legs. Beck threw his head back, sinking into her with a growl of approval, a snarl of need.
    One hand fisted in Anders’ fur, the other slipping down to her bruised, swollen folds, she watched her mate as he slaked himself and when he threw his head back in release, she tightened down in her core to pull his seed deep, to hold his essence where it would take root and bloom.
     

     
    To be continued in DESIRED BY THE PACK: PART FOUR, coming Summer 2014. Register here to be notified as soon as Part Four releases. Read on for a quick note from Emma!

     
    Author’s Note
    Dear Reader,
     
    Thank you for spending a few more hours of your time with January and her Guardians. DESIRED BY THE PACK: PART THREE has come to an end in the mating bed, but these passionate werewolves still have more story to