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

lifted her hips and he pulled back, laughing softly. “None of that.”
    He snaked an arm under her left leg and over her hip. His hand was heavy and warm on her belly, the weight of it holding her firmly in place. He teased his tongue along the seam where her thigh met her hip and then, after a breathless pause, turned his head to kiss her other thigh.
    “I like you like this,” he murmured against her skin.
    “In pain?”
    “You’re not in pain. You’re still trying to control your wolf. Let her come out and play, Maggie. I want to meet her.”
    With his free hand, he deftly parted her folds while somehow, infuriatingly, avoiding her clit. He stopped to look at her and she felt heat rise to her cheeks. No one else had taken the time to study her like this, not with their wolves demanding that they seal the bond. And there hadn’t really been time since then for more leisurely explorations.
    Now wasn’t the time.
    She wanted skin. Flesh. His hard cock pounding into her. She didn’t want to be biting her lip to keep from begging him for more.
    Declan, she suspected, would very much like to hear her beg. She sank her teeth into her lip and tasted blood. Declan licked her in one deliciously long swipe from her dripping pussy to her throbbing clit. She shuddered. When she tilted her hips, he pressed on her belly forcing her down.
    Her heels dug into the mattress. Her breath broke on a sob. “Please.”
    The warm, wet tip of his tongue pushed through her folds, tasting her. He hummed, a low sound of satisfaction that slid across her skin like silk. His lips closed over her clit and he worried at the swollen nub before releasing it. He scraped the edge of his teeth along her labia and then pressed his tongue into her pussy.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Please. I need more.”
    He lapped at her with gentle insistence, with tongue and teeth and lips, until her whole body was trembling with the need for release.
    “I can’t… Declan, please. I can’t!”
    A soft laugh gusted from his mouth. “You can. Let the wolf out.”
    “Need…”
    “I know what you need.”
    He pressed a finger into her with a slow, wet glide, withdrew, and then added a second finger with the next stroke. Her back arched. His hand on her belly flexed, pressing her down. His thumb stroked low on her abdomen. Her womb clenched with every slow pass. Release remained just out of reach.
    If only he would …gah.
    He hooked the two fingers planted inside her, dragging the pads along her inner wall, exploring her with devastating intimacy. “You want to come.”
    “Ye…yes. Yes. Please!”
    The please wasn’t working on him anymore. She wondered if cursing would make him hurry. She wasn’t quite brave enough to risk it.
    His fingers pressed against a spot that made her jerk in surprise and cry out. He lessened the pressure but didn’t retreat. Instead, he turned his hand slightly so that he could massage her there in small, lazy circles.
    Her bones melted and all of her awareness narrowed to the slight movement of his hand.
    He kissed her clit and she jerked again. “Tell me you want me.”
    “I claimed you,” she wailed. “Of course, I want you.”
    “Tell me.”
    She opened her eyes to glare down at him. “I want you.”
    He smiled. “Tell me you’re mine, whenever I want. However I want. You won’t deny me.”
    “That’s not…”
    He stopped. “Not the way it works? We decide how it works.”
    “You’re torturing me to get your way.”
    His eyes gleamed. “I’m setting you up for the best orgasm of your life.”
    He moved his fingers and she gasped. Gritting her teeth, she only managed one word. “Cocky.”
    “You’ll get used to it. Say you’re mine.”
    “The pack...”
    His voice softened. “I know you already belong to them. I’ve seen it for myself. Case, Eli, Jack and Carson already have a place in your heart. That’s not what I’m asking for. I only want the words.”
    Through their bond, she felt a sharp