Desired By The Pack: Part Three (9 page)

A new breeze blew through the window and caressed her skin. Her nipples peaked in the chill. Before she could complain, the bed appeared in front of her, pushed close to the window by some unknown person. Maybe Anders, while she was in the bathroom with Beck.

Or maybe the witnesses, who existed as little more than shadows in the corners of her eyes. They failed to register as beings of importance. Just a faceless audience standing by to verify her consent.

As Beck pushed her to the bed, she made the conscious decision to give without reservation. Not even the Moon could take issue with her willingness as she stretched on her back beneath the open window, spreading her arms and legs as wide as she could.

In Heat, she took, but in bonding, she gave.

Beck’s sharp intake of breath spoke of his approval. A growl rumbled from Anders seconds before he crawled onto the bed, claiming a place between her legs.

Beck stretched out beside her. His cock was hard against her thigh, a contrast to his lips, soft on the upper swell of her breast. She worked her fingers through his hair and held him to her, waiting breathlessly for him to reach the crest.

And he left her waiting as he kissed between the heavy globes and licked the underside of her other breast. January moaned and brought her knees up, seeking a foothold to rise up and force his mouth. Strong hands robbed her of satisfaction. She looked down over Beck’s dark head to Anders, who held her pinned with his hands on her splayed knees.

He’d come closer in her distraction. Now he met her gaze with eyes full of moon glow, feral and hungry. His thumbs dug into her inner thighs as he licked his lips and shifted his attention to her core, which clutched and fluttered, hungry in its own right.

Lowering his shoulders between her thighs, he nuzzled into her folds, boldly tonguing her at the first lick. Groaning, she lifted her hips. Beck blocked her this time, palm sweeping across her belly and settling over the sigil that marked her for what she was meant to be.

Alpha’s mate.

In all the years of hope, and then the years of despair, she’d never allowed herself to dream of claiming this birthright. As both her alphas caressed her body, pushing higher and higher, she realized this was something she couldn’t have dreamed even if she’d dared.

Not alpha’s mate, but alphas’ mate.

Anders shouldered her thighs and replaced his tongue with his fingers, stretching her inner walls with slick, wet thrusts. He pulled her clit into his mouth at the same time Beck finally captured a
nipple. Together, they worked her most sensitive flesh until she gasped, desperate to get away, to go farther and farther.

Anders flattened his tongue against her clit and
pulsed the hard, swollen bud. She tore at his hair. Her body jittered and shook, muscles straining for something she couldn’t reach and he wouldn’t give.

“Please,” she whispered, twisting under the hands that restrained her.

Beck raised his head and lifted up, supporting his upper body on one arm. Turning her face to his, he bared his teeth. The points gleamed in the same moonlight that felt like it was burning her skin.

“I take you as mine,” he said roughly, more growl than speech. He seemed to grow larger beside her, stronger,
more wild. His fingertips pricked her skin as claws replaced fingernails.

“We.”
Anders snarled the word. Something sharp glanced her clit and tore a short, high scream from her.

Lowering his open mouth to her neck, Beck echoed Anders. “We claim you as ours.”

They bit her at once, piercing pain at her neck and inner thigh. Anders did something deep inside her, a rough, firm touch that freed her muscles like snapping rubber bands. Release took her under, pain and bliss that should have dragged a cry from her lungs. But her vocal chords seemed paralyzed and she accepted their claiming with a silent, rasping breath.

While she shivered and jolted through pleasure and pain, her witnesses left the room. Anders turned her onto her stomach with hands that no longer felt like hands. Beck moved beneath her, still
pulling at her neck. He grasped her waist and shoved into her with one hard lunge.

A warm, soft pelt brushed over her back, shielding her from the icy hot shine of the moon. As it 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.
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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 tell in the coming months as they divide ranks and take on new threats to their survival. I hope you’ll join me again when I return to Peace River this summer, and when DESIRED BY THE VIKING PACK debuts in the fall.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Emma Storm has wanted to write ever since she realized her mediocre skills with a crayon were going nowhere fast. When she was thirteen, she begged her parents for a typewriter for Christmas and went to town on a crazy-bad historical romance.

Fortunately, she left that messed up historical behind and went looking for her real loves--a big, sexy man; a sweet little boy; and dirty-hot werewolf heroes.

DESIRED BY THE PACK, Emma's paranormal romance serial novel, is her first foray into paranormal romance.
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