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

by Cara Morgan

  “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 shoulde
rs 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.

  She couldn’t move without throwing them off balance. When she tried, they locked her in place. Carson stretched over her back and Jack’s arms closed around her. She felt the graze of Carson’s teeth over the raw spot where he’d marked her only a few hours ago and her entire body shivered in response. Jack claimed her mouth, taking her breath.

  She didn’t mind. He could have her breath. He could have everything.

  Maybe that should scare her. It did, a little bit. But it was an exhilarating kind of fear that made her feel more alive than she ever had in her entire life.

  This time when they coaxed her to the edge of orgasm, they held her there for what seemed an eternity before, by some silent agreement, they decided it was time to push her over the edge. Jack gripped her hips to hold her steady while he thrust into her with slow, heavy strokes, grinding his abdomen against her clit. Carson became more forceful, not enough to hurt her, but enough that it was impossible to ignore the sharp pressure of his cock.

  Her awareness narrowed to the tight knot of almost painful pleasure that built inside her until it suddenly and sweetly unraveled into perfect bliss. Her mouth opened on a silent gasp and she came in great, powerful waves. Jack swore softly, but continued to thrust into her. Carson came with her. He grunted as she clamped down on his cock and then pumped her full of his seed.

  Maggie returned to herself slowly, becoming aware first of the sweat coating her skin and Jack’s. The scent of sex that hovered thick in the air. The soft brush of Carson’s lips against her neck before he withdrew. Her body ached with the loss of him, but Jack lifted his hips, filling her, reminding her of his presence.

  She opened her eyes.

  Jack’s eyes were glowing fiercely. His jaw clenched. She felt the tension in his body everywhere they touched.

  “You didn’t come,” she said, surprised.

  “Not yet. May I? Can you take more?”

  The Carolina drawl was back in his voice. It became more pronounced, she noticed, whenever he was in the grip of strong emotion.

  Placing her hands on his shoulders, she propped herself up and licked the hard line of his mouth. Experimentally, she shifted her hips. She was a little sore, but the slide of Jack’s cock felt good. He was so hard she knew he had to be close. He’d held on for her, so he could give her what she needed. How could she not do the same?

  Tears pricked at her eyes.

  He went so still she thought he stopped breathing. “Maggie, no. Don’t cry. You don’t have to keep—”

  When he tried to withdraw, she slammed her hips down to hold him. Shaking her head, she said, “It’s not that. It’s… you’ve been so wonderful to me. I’m not used to being cared for like this. I’m fine. More than fine. I want you to come, Jack. Please, don’t stop.”

  He captured her face and stared hard into her eyes. “You’re sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

  He nipped at her bottom lip and then licked the spot. His mouth curved into a devastatingly sweet smile as his head dropped back to the fur. “Thank God. Show me.”

  “Show you?”

  His hands fell to rest lightly on her hips. He flexed again, sliding easily inside her. “Show me how you want me. Slow. Hard. I’m here for whatever you need.”

  The thing she wanted most was for him to feel as perfectly satisfied as he’d made her feel. She didn’t know if she had the skill or experience to accomplish that. But she would try.

  “Okay.”

  Sitting up, she took more of her weight on her knees as she dragged her fingertips down Jack’s sweat-slicked skin, her fingers bumping over his ridged abdomen. There was a dusting of dark hair on his chest. She’d never been particularly attracted to hairy men, but Jack was different. It emphasized the differences between their bodies. His hard muscles to her soft curves. His lean, rugged strength to her lush, welcoming heat.

  She began to move, experimenting with him by tightening her inner muscles as she pulled away from him and then falling on his cock with an easy controlled slide. She slowly gained confidence as she watched his reactions. When she bent over him to flick her tongue over his nipple, the groan that ripped from his throat made her womb clench. She was surprised to feel her desire rising again so soon. It wasn’t as sharp and determined as the biologically-driven urge to mate caused by the heat. This was warmer and sweeter. It cared more for Jack’s pleasure than for the release of his seed. Not that she didn’t want him to experience as mind-blowing of an orgasm as he’d given her. She did. But she also wanted to have the joy of giving it to him.

  When he caught her hair and pulled her face to his for a long, lingering kiss, she found her pace increasing. Jack thrust into with a force that said he was close to losing it. And she didn’t want to miss a moment of his release. The kiss was distracting her.

  Pulling away, she captured his wrists and pinned his hands to the floor beside his head. His eyes locked on hers, desperate, blazing with wolflight. They both knew he could break her hold at any moment, but he didn’t offer more than token resistance.

  “I want to feel you come again,” he said, his voice harsh.

  She shook her head. “It’s your turn.”

  He growled. “Come with me then.”

  She might. Or she might not. She wasn’t going to make any promises.

  She dipped her head to kiss him, a brief brush of her lips and tongue before she moved lower. She scraped her teeth down the
line of his throat and felt his whole body shudder. Not with orgasm. Not yet. She licked at the hollow between his collarbones and nipped at the curve of his shoulder. He jerked and groaned again.

  She had him.

  It was no wonder that Case liked to stay in control when they fucked. This kind of power—to own another person’s pleasure—was dark and addictive.

  She released Jack’s hands and sat back to look at him. He was all wild eyes and panting breath. His teeth had lengthened and his wolf shivered beneath the surface of his skin. The flex of his hips as he strained up and into her was almost frantic.

  His hands remained just as she’d left them, to either side of his head, wrists still locked to the floor as if chained by invisible manacles. Her will was the only thing keeping them in place.

  The flex of the big muscles in his arms was mesmerizing. Desire rose up in a powerful surge, overwhelming her. Not heat. This was pure and very human, this desire to give and receive pleasure in the act of mating. Her wolf understood the desire for power and control, for pack and for seed. She didn’t understand why it was important to Maggie that Jack enjoy this too.

  And, she realized, part of the reason he was holding back now—by the skin of his fangs—was because her pleasure was important to him. She reached down and touched herself.

  “Yes,” Jack said brokenly. “Oh, fuck. God. Yes.”

  She stroked herself to a quick, shattering orgasm. As her internal muscles locked tight, Jack’s cock swelled and then began to pulse rhythmically as he came in long shuddering spurts that filled her to overflowing.

  She watched him, riding him slowly as her body milked him dry. When he finally stilled and his muscles began to ease, she stopped and laid her head down on his heaving chest. He moved his hand then, stroking her back as he gathered himself back together.

  His sudden tension alerted her to Declan’s presence a moment before the other shifter spoke.

  “Movie night?” There was an edge to Declan’s voice that was somewhere between anger and lust. “Is this how we’re doing it now? If you’d told me, I would have brought popcorn.”

  Maggie rolled off of Jack, but her legs were too shaky to support her. Instead of standing to face Declan as she’d intended, she landed on her butt. Jack sat up beside her, but Declan dismissed him with a scornful glance.