Maggie's Wolves, Part Three: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 3) by Cara Morgan Page B

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