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

had planned, whatever he wanted to give her, she’d take it. Willingly. Hungrily.
    Her pale thighs gleamed in the shadowed corridor. The sun had kissed her face and arms, but faded to her natural color where she’d kept herself covered—and that seemed to him like a crime. That she’d cover this beautiful body, hide herself away.
    Never again. Jackson eased his hands up her soft skin, desperate to touch—to feel her, warm and lush and alive. She jerked once, then squeezed her eyes shut tighter and trembled in leashed silence. Her small, breathy sounds of anticipation drew shorter, faster, until his fingertips grazed the edge of the T-shirt— his , his wolf growled—and dipped beneath.
    Her fragrance filled his nose. She was already so wet. “Did you wake up hungry, sweetheart?”
    She shuddered. “Yes.”
    “We should have been there,” he murmured roughly, and skimmed the T-shirt away from her plain white underwear. The material was so thin, it was almost translucent. It did nothing to hide her curves, or the darker fabric where her arousal had already dampened it. His mouth watered to taste her.
    And he would. Right here in the hall, right now.
    Because they weren’t alone, and he knew it. A few steps away, barred only by this wall and the open door, he knew Alek and Damien were there. Hearing. Smelling.
    And unless they were dead inside, wanting.
    Jackson smiled as he flattened a hand over the small of her back. She turned her face into the wall, sucking in air.
    “You are so sensitive,” he whispered against the skin just over her waistband. His tongue flicked out, stole a taste. She eased out her breath.
    “S-sorry.”
    “No apologies.” He hooked the waistband, tugged it down. Slowly. Torturously slow, knowing the wet material would catch against her pussy and peel away in excruciating pleasure. She cried out. “Just let me ease the way for you.”
    Her nails bit into the wall. “Please!”
    God, how beautiful was she? Cast in shadow and light, skin flushed and T-shirt askew, with her ass bared for him and her legs trembling, she was a goddess in her own right—sensual, sensitive. Ready.
    Jackson couldn’t take a breath without filling his lungs with her. His cock throbbed against the zipper of his jeans, hard as hell and hungry for her pussy. For her orgasm. He knew what it was to be milked by her body, to be pushed by her cries.
    To lose himself in her.
    But this wasn’t about him. He closed his hands over her hips, pulled her back on her heels, and while she was still adjusting to the sudden shift, he buried his mouth at her wet pussy.
    She wasn’t ready for it. Not for that. He could sense it in the way she went shock still in his grasp, hear it in the strangled protest marred by the shuddering moan she couldn’t hold back. Her skin was hot and wet against his tongue, her taste spread into his mouth like a fever, and he lapped at her soft folds without mercy. Without giving her an inch of ground to retreat from.
    Natalie’s hips jerked in his hand, her hair tumbled over her shoulder like a sable curtain hiding her face, but he knew. Knew how her body blossomed beneath his mouth, how her pleasure rolled through her. His tongue plunged deep inside her pussy, dragged from her another raw sound.
    From the study beyond them, a man’s voice growled.
    Jackson couldn’t distinguish the two just by sound, but it didn’t matter which brother it was. Hook one, the other would come— if everything went right.
    His guts clenched, vicious need winnowing through his goodwill. It would be too easy to stand up, to plunge his dick into her, claim her mouth for the kind of kiss she’d denied him once—to demand that she choose him . Mate with him , and no one else.
    Easy, but that wasn’t what she wanted.
    He eased away from her wet flesh, and she took a shaking breath.
    Relief.
    “Oh, no,” Jackson warned, a throaty rasp. His fingers bit into her hips as she tried to move—maybe to turn and straddle