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

twist of some old pain. He wasn’t trying to torment her, she realized. Not really. He was trying to protect himself. She reached for him, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging so he looked up at her again.
    “Yours. I’m yours. When you want me, how you want me. I promise.” Pride gave her smile teeth. “But it works both ways, Declan. You’re mine, too.”
    His eyes narrowed, but he gave a sharp nod and lowered his head. His mouth settled directly over her clit. He licked her as his fingers began to move again in her pussy. Deep, insistent nudges that rebuilt the fire he’d deliberately cooled. Within seconds, she was writhing against his mouth. His big hand kneaded her belly in time to the pulsing strokes of his hand. His tongue—his amazing tongue—was doing ungodly things to her. He shouldn’t use it to speak. He should just save it for this.
    When her hands clenched in his hair, he murmured something she couldn’t make out and pressed his long, thick fingers deeper. Holding them hard against the sensitive spot inside her, he sucked at her clit, tugging and rubbing it by turns until she finally flew apart.
    He didn’t let up. Not even when she tried to pull him away from her. He softened his touch. The stroke of his tongue gentled, but he didn’t withdraw. She was surprised when her body responded, the warm hum of another orgasm sweetly winding through her, tightening slowly. She was too dazed to hold back the wolf when she came. Too blissed out to care when her teeth began to lengthen and her nails sharpened to claws. She pressed the points against Declan’s skull and he grunted.
    Looking up at her, he smiled. “There she is.”
    Maggie growled and bucked her hips, dislodging him from between her thighs. When he rocked to the side, catching his weight on one arm, she followed him over, sprawling on his chest and then driving him onto his back.
    The smell of him filled her nose and mouth. Wild. Masculine. Mate. Only he wasn’t her mate completely. Not yet. He would not deny her any longer. Hooking a leg over his hip, she slid lower, arching her back when her pussy met the hard line of his cock. She moved against him, rolling her hips to wet his shaft.
    Her hands splayed on his wide chest, her nails—claws—pierced his tanned skin. She could feel his heartbeat under her palms and in the cock pressed so intimately against her. She could hear the sound of it thundering in her ears, mixing with her own.
    “In me,” she growled. “Now.”
    “Not. Your. Puppy.”
    His hands gripped her hips and he rolled her beneath him. She snarled in outrage, biting his shoulder as his weight drove her into the mattress. He kicked her legs wide and settled himself between them. One flex of his hips positioned him at her entrance. Another hard thrust and he was inside her. Full, thick and hard. Her back arched at the invasion. She choked on a scream as he pulled back and slammed into her again.
    “This,” he said, punctuating the word with another sharp thrust. “This is what you want from me.”
    “Yes!”
    He cursed, sounding unhappy with her answer. What was wrong with wanting him? She didn’t understand, but there was no time to worry about it. Declan pulled out of her abruptly, swatted aside her reaching hands and flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could push herself up, he was inside her again. One arm reached around her torso, wrapping right under her breasts. His other hand slipped between her body and the mattress. His parted fingers bracketed her clit. Every thrust rocked her forward, driving her clit against his hand.
    Her skin shivered with the change. Her wolf was too near the surface for Maggie to rein her back and for a moment she panicked, clawing at the bed sheets, trying to regain control. Declan was having none of it.
    He nipped at her neck. “Don’t cage the wolf.”
    “She’s… The change.”
    “You won’t change. Trust me.”
    He sank his teeth into the muscle at her