Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) (6 page)

“That’s because you need me.”

“Cocky.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I just met you, but I know you. I know you need me as much as I need you.”

That touched something inside her, reverberated against her soul, and suddenly she couldn’t wait to have him inside her. She’d heard of the stinging pain that came with a woman’s first time, but now she welcomed it and couldn’t wait for that ache.

“Yes.” She licked her lips, internally smiling when his eyes tracked the movement and his length pulsed between her thighs. “Please, yes.”

Oscar encouraged her to lift her hips from his as he grasped the base of his shaft, and then he was further directing her movements until her entrance tasted the very tip of his length.

“Take me as you can, kitty,” he murmured.

She took his suggestion to heart, keeping her gaze on his as she slowly and very carefully took him inside herself. The stretch and burn nearly overcame the pleasure of having him inside her, but when he rubbed that hidden nubbin with his thumb, any hint of pain was banished. Between his tormenting touch and the ache of having him deep, she was carried along on the brink of release.

Hillary continued the careful slide down his hardness and occasional rise as she allowed herself to breathe before taking even more of him. Hours later… No, it couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes merely because she wasn’t sure her mate had the patience to wait hours to claim her. Minutes later, her hips rest against his, her sheath completely filled and stretched by his length, and he now touched and stroked those virgin places inside her.

It was as if time froze, that initial penetration snatching a moment and holding it close.

“Hi,” she whispered. “You’re inside me.”

“And now you’ll be mine.”

He tightened his hold ever so slightly and encouraged her to rise before gently and silently asking her to lower once again. She moaned with that tiny shift and picked up his intent, setting a gentle and seductive pace of her own.

“Want to be yours.” She continued at this maddening pace, tormenting them both. She brought them higher, the gentle rise and fall slowly transforming until she panted for breath. Her pace increased, her large breasts bouncing with each movement. She cupped them in her hands and kneaded the heavy flesh, occasionally plucking her hardened nipples between forefinger and thumb. “Want to be yours so bad.”

“You just have to come, kitty. We both do, and then I’ll bite you. Bite you and knot you.”

She trembled with those words. The knot. He would swell inexplicably farther, tying them together after the claiming. They would stay firmly locked while their souls and very essences reached for each other and forever twined. They would never be able to be separated after that.

Mated for life.

Yes, that’s what she wanted.

“Please.”

“Anything for you. But you know what I need.”

She did. She did and she fought to give him what he desired. Hell, what they both desired. She became nothing more than sensation, a body fighting for release, climbing higher and higher with each flex and twitch of muscle. She knew she moaned and bucked, knew that each sound was met by growls and demands from Oscar, but she couldn’t tell where one sound ended and the next began. She didn’t know where
she
ended and he began. She just knew at this very moment, they were one.

The first hint of her release trembled through her, the balloon of pleasure stretching and growing until it would take a mere breath to pop it and send the ecstasy roaring through her body.

“More, more, more,” she panted and begged. She lost control of her muscles, the twitching and jerking no longer managed by her mind, but overtaken by the bliss of their mating.

“Give it to me, Hillary.” He bared his fangs at her, exposing the elongated and sharpened teeth. “Now.”

And then it was done. Her orgasm rocked through her, scraping her nerves and filling her blood more and more with each breath until she was unable to think, unable to speak… All she could do was feel. And she felt so, so much.

Oscar reared up as he placed a hand in the middle of her back and yanked her toward him. With that heaving movement, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, adding a new sensation to their mating. Pain. But the very best kind of pain. The one that now meant they could never be parted.

And it wasn’t going to be a one-sided mating. Nope. She did the same to him and now blood flowed from the wound she inflicted, filling her mouth and sliding down her throat in a seductive dance. She relished the coppery flavors, the sweetness of the life-giving fluid as it crept into her.

He stretched her even farther, adding more aches to this final act of their coming together as his thickness bound them while their souls shared their essence. The pain of his bite slowly ebbed, lessening with each heartbeat, and he gently extracted his teeth from her. She did the same, lapping at the deep, bloody wound she caused.

She’d done it, they’d done it. The wimpy omega lion claimed her mate. Hell, that wimpy omega lioness inside her bristled at being called wimpy.

Hillary sighed and sunk into Oscar, letting him take her weight. Twenty years of captivity and finally she was able to say the two words she’d never dreamed she’d utter. “You’re mine.”

For what felt like the millionth time, Hillary was draped over Oscar’s large body in an exhausted pile of limbs. Sexual fulfillment still thrummed in her veins, the remnants of her last orgasm continuing as she fought for breath. She ached in places she’d never known, and after spending so many hours in bed, she was really thankful for her lioness. Because by the time Oscar was ready for another round, those twinges were gone. It seemed as if her cat was just as anxious to continue as Oscar and quickly healed her.

He stroked her sweat-slicked back, hands traveling from shoulders to lower back and finally coming to rest on her ass. The man had a serious obsession with her ass. And her breasts. In fact she didn’t think there was a part of her he hadn’t touched, tasted, or stroked in the last twelve hours. And she’d given him the same treatment.

She couldn’t wait to do it again.

Except… The click of a lock followed by a sound of a door being pushed close crept through the apartment. Hillary stiffened and pressed against her mate’s shoulders, anxious to roll from him and investigate the sound, but he merely wrapped his arms around her middle and refused to release her.

“It’s fine. It’s probably a couple of the enforcers. Though if the alpha was smart, he would have sent his mate or Brett’s mate, Jennifer.”

That was not reassuring to her. Women near Oscar? Absolutely not. Hillary growled and glared at him, baring her teeth. “Mine.”

Oscar’s length twitched against her, slowly filling. “Damn, that makes my dick hard.”

“
Everything
makes you hard. It doesn’t seem to be very difficult.”

He cupped her face and encouraged her to lower until he captured her lips in an all too brief kiss. “Only you, kitty. Only you.”

“Uh-huh.” She wasn’t sure she believed him, but then the thought left her mind as the voices of their visitors reached them. One of which was familiar to her.

Colton
. “We went through this yesterday, it’s not happening. I know we need to know all we can about Niccolo and Tony. I get it. But I’m not the man for this job. I have no idea why Marcus made me come along. This is stupid.”

“Are you calling our alpha stupid?” That could be Grant? Maybe. There were quite a few enforcers she met yesterday.

“
No
, I’m saying this entire process is stupid. There’s a difference. Now, heads or tails because I’m not playing your bullshit Rock Paper whatever.” Colton skirted the truth as Hillary had so often in the past. She kinda liked that about him.

“Fuck you,” Grant snapped and it sounded as if the male was even closer. As if they were coming to—

Her world tilted as she was shoved from Oscar’s body and onto the mattress while her mate quickly gained his feet. He strode to the door, over six feet of irritated and furious male. He wrenched open the panel and Hillary scrambled for the blanket, fighting to cover her body before their visitors were revealed.

Oscar’s growl reverberated through the room and echoed down the hallway. “I’m going to shove his head up your tail if you don’t get the fuck away from my mate.”

Well, if her growls made his dick hard, his made her wet and aching for him.

As soon as he finished delivering his threat, he slammed the door in their faces and turned around.

Hillary grinned. “That was kinda hot.”

He gave her one of those sexy, smoldering looks that aroused her even more. “I’m glad to hear it, kitty.”

“
But
, we do need to talk to Marcus at some point. Because those two really are still a threat. We’ve taken this time for ourselves, but—”

Oscar shook his head. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Then she decided to take a sheet out of Colton’s book. She leaned over and rifled through Oscar’s belongings as he continued toward her, and snatched what she sought. With one flick, she tossed the coin at him and he instinctually caught the small item. “We stay here and mate for the rest of the day or we go upstairs and talk with Marcus. Heads or tails?”

It turned out, neither. Or rather, both. Oscar pounced, they made love, and an hour later they flipped that coin.

Hillary was really liking this game…

The End

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Quick & Furry #1: Chasing Tail –
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Quick & Furry #2: Tailing Her –
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Quick & Furry #3: On Her Tail –
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Quick & Furry #4: Heads or Tails –
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Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances for readers who:

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