Mated for Keeps Boxed Set: a BBW Werewolf Shifter Romance (The Lost River Pack) by Alexis Wilde

ferocity of yellow eyes and a soundless growl.
    As if he knew, Alek’s eyes flicked open. His head turned, his gaze followed the line of his brother’s glare—God, whatever he thought, it flared like a beacon in the shadows of the den. In stark contrast, the feel of his gaze on her bare legs, the liquid slide of it as he traced the line where the hem barely brushed the tops of her thighs, seared her flesh.
    Fire and ice. So different, even as they both burned.
    Natalie gasped, a breath of mingled fear and desperation. Her pulse pounded so hard, she couldn’t hear anything but the rhythm of her hunger. Frightened, yes, she was that. And nervous.
    And uncertain.
    But oh, God, she wanted to sink her fingers into that wolf’s thick ruff. Ease her hands over his haunches.
    Stroke the softest fur behind his ears.
    And when she was done with that, she wanted him to shift into human form so she could do it all over again—this time against his bare skin. Open her mouth over his cock while Alek licked her into stunning release.
    She felt so wrong .
    A footstep thudded softly behind her.
    Damien’s powerful shoulders tightened. His body locked down, ears laying flat, as he gathered himself—to leap, to howl, something savage and fierce.
    Alek locked a powerful arm across his brother’s chest, jerked him hard against his own just as another arm wrapped around Natalie’s ribs. The wolf whined sharply, but Natalie muffled a startled shriek as Jackson plucked her bodily off her feet and yanked her back out into the hall.
    The wall thudded as her shoulders collided with the polished wood, slammed again as Jackson palmed the wall beside her head and corralled her into place. Her breasts flattened against his chest.
    His eyes blazed down into hers, wild green and already lit to a hungry gleam.
    “Not,” he growled between his teeth, “a good idea.”
    Her fingers closed in the front of his T-shirt, pulled the fabric taut against his straining muscles. He smelled, oh, so good. Hot and close and smoldering. But even as she licked her lips, shuddering in Jackson’s grasp, her senses strained for more of the males beyond the wall. Alek’s murmur, low and unintelligible, and Damien’s muted growl combined to twist something up inside her.
    Something dangerous and a little darker than she was used to.
    Scarier than Ben’s effortless domination. Than Jackson’s unbridled strength as he pinned her in place.
    Her voice shook with it. “I know,” she said breathlessly. “I know, but I…” She raised her chin, met Jackson’s stare. “I have to meet them.”
    “Meet,” he repeated, a world of subtext wrapped in the word. His hand shifted, eased into her sleep-tousled hair like he couldn’t help himself. The small touch, the warmth of his palm, seeped into her scalp. Her senses.
    She shuddered.
    “The wolf,” he murmured, “is Damien. Alek’s brother.”
    “I remember,” Natalie whispered. Her back flattened against the wall as he shifted closer. One knee eased between hers, separating her bare legs until the hard muscle of his thigh tucked against her. Hot, strong. She sucked in a breath. “He’s…” Angry? Afraid? She wasn’t sure the right answer.
    Jackson’s other hand skated across her breast, a feather-light touch at odds with the leg he pressed into her sex. She gasped. “They came to Nico,” he said tightly, his gaze flicking to the study door, “when their pack turned out the weak.”
    Her eyes widened. “ They were kicked out?”
    A corner of Jackson’s mouth kicked into a feral line of sharp humor. Maybe it would have scared her once, but the press of his thigh muscle into her sex, the warmth of his fingers as they closed over her breast, kept her too narrowly balanced on an edge between intensity and seduction—sensual hunger and vicious need.
    Her blood seared in her veins. Pulsed in her ears.
    Arousal dampened the fabric of Jackson’s jeans. His thigh muscle flexed.
    Natalie bit back a groan as