Maggie's Wolves, Part Three: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 3) (5 page)

Maggie’s Wolves

Red Mountain Pack: Part Four

Excerpt

Case nuzzled at her neck, and Maggie dropped her head back to allow him better access. She could feel the weight of Eli’s gaze on her back, could scent his desire as strongly as she did Case’s. The leather crinkled as he shifted in his seat. This time she wanted Eli to watch. Case had given her so much the night before—a safe space for her to explore her every desire, the bodies of his pack mates, his bed—and she wanted to give him something back. It would be just her and Case this time. His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, and her abdomen twitched at the gentle slide of his hand. He released the clasp of her bra and groaned as he cupped her breasts.

“These are magnificent, have I told you that?”

She smiled. “I think you have, actually.”

His thumbs stroked over her pebbled nipples, bringing them to almost painful attention. She wanted his mouth there. She squirmed on his lap, pressing herself against the solid ridge of his erection.

He pushed her shirt up, and she obediently lifted her arms so he could tug it over her head. He cast it on the floor along with her bra and then made her stand.

“Your pants,” he said, leaning back to study her. “I want them gone too. Everything. You don’t really need to wear clothes while you’re here.”

She glanced at the wall of windows and, as if he were able to read her mind, Case said, “No one will get close enough to see you. We’ll guard the property. We’ll guard you, with our lives if need be.”

She jerked her gaze back to his face. His hazel eyes glowed with wolflight. His expression was fierce and intensely serious.

“I don’t want that,” she said. “I wouldn’t want any of you to get hurt for my sake.”

That was at least part of the reason she was here, willing to consider claiming strangers as her mates. Because she trusted Eli and Case. Because she was already well on her way to loving them. She didn’t want them to get hurt, and casting anyone out of their pack would hurt them deeply.

Case clearly wasn’t in a mood to argue about it. His gaze drifted down over her generous breasts and belly. He frowned when he reached her pants. “Take off your pants.”

Her wolf rose up inside her with a growl, and Maggie narrowed her eyes, hesitating. She’d never responded well to orders. It was something that had driven Aunt Tildy to tears upon occasion. Willful, Tildy had called her. Ungrateful and half-wild. Maggie had done her best to repress those qualities, but for some reason—maybe because she knew Case would never actually hurt her—she didn’t feel the need to hide her true self any longer.

“You take your pants off,” she said. “I’m fine with staying nude as long as the heat lasts so long as I’m not the only one.”

“Maggie…” There was a note of warning in his voice, but his words faded when she crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to plump beneath the pressure.

Case stared, and Eli swallowed a groan. She glanced over at Eli and gave him a quick reassuring smile before turning back to face Case. She knew what she was doing. At least, she thought she knew what she was doing. Case had told her that they’d need to establish who was more dominant between them. She was just letting him know now that she wasn’t folding without a fight.

A warning shot.

Case didn’t take it as a warning anything, or if he did, he wasn’t backing down either. He rose slowly to his feet and took a step toward her. She had to lock her muscles to keep from running. He wouldn’t hurt her, her human half said. Her wolf
wanted
to run. The wolf wanted Case to chase her. She wanted to see if he had the strength and speed to catch her. Pin her down. Overpower her completely. The wolf wanted to know who would win. Case looked as if he’d be completely fine with chasing her down if it was what she truly wanted.

“You’re playing with fire,” Case said, his voice smooth and low. “You want what I can give you. I know that you do. Just take off your clothes and bend over the sofa.”

He was upping the stakes. Bend over the sofa… She licked her lips and his gaze dropped to her mouth. A growl rose in his throat.

Well, if that was how it was going to be.

Turning on her heel, she took off at a dead run. Case was right on her heels. She’d been heading toward the back hall thinking to race outside where there would be more room to run, but at the last moment, she remembered that while she couldn’t shift, Case could. She would be at a disadvantage outside.
More
of a disadvantage than she was inside.

Cutting to the right, she smiled when Case hit a chair as he tried to follow her. She darted toward the stairs, knowing there wasn’t really any escape in that direction. There wasn’t any escape anywhere unless she jumped in a car. But then, she didn’t really want to escape. Her wolf wanted to test her mate, wanted to feel his strength and his power. And Maggie was having too much fun to rein her in.

Laughing, she glanced back as Case jumped over the back of a sofa, angling toward the stairs to cut her off. She stopped and took a step backwards as he stalked toward her.

“Where do you think you’re going to go?” he asked. His expression was stern but his eyes were bright with the thrill of the chase and desire. He looked
happy
. The realization made her heart do a funny little skipping beat.

“You think I’ll tell you that?”

“You can’t run far enough that I couldn’t track you down. This won’t end anywhere but in my bed.”

“You think so?” She lifted her chin. “A little overconfident, don’t you think?”

He smiled, slow and fierce. Her pussy flooded with heat and moisture. Case clearly sensed that, because his nostrils flared and his eyes glowed brighter with wolflight. “In my bed. Or on the floor. Maybe I’ll tie you to the dining room table, and I’ll let the whole pack feast on you when I’m done. The further you push the wolf, the harder he’ll take you.”

If he meant to scare her into submission, he was doing a poor job of it. She turned, took one running step, and came up against a wall of very solid, very muscular flesh. Hands caught her arms preventing her from falling backwards. She looked up into the face of the wildest looking wolf she’d ever set eyes on.

Declan. This had to be Declan.

He had a hard mouth, a cleft chin, high cheekbones and startlingly pale gray eyes. His thick, straight brows were drawn together in scowl. His hair was as messy as hers and a few days growth of beard dusted his jaw. He looked like he’d just survived an accident that’d left him stranded, like a shipwreck or a mine cave-in. Rough and unkempt and not remotely tame.

Before she could say or do anything, he hauled her against him and kissed her hard.

Case reached her then, catching her by the arm and pulling her roughly away.

Three down, two to go. Who will Maggie claim next?

Find out in Part Four of Maggie’s Wolves!

About the Author

I’ve always been a big fan of the supernatural—vampires, shifters, magic—anything with a touch of the unknown and maybe the occasional dash of horror. I’m also a big fan of sexy romance, as you can probably guess from my writing. Maggie’s Wolves is the story I’ve always wanted to write, and I hope you enjoy it!

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