Roaring for Him (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Wicked in Wilder Book 1) (11 page)

“But, last night… We got a delivery like you said.” Confusion coated the teen’s features.

“Just head over there, okay? Get what we’ll need for at least a few days.”
We
not
them
. He wasn’t leaving now. Not when he knew the source of even more heartache lurked in the shadows.

Realization slowly dawned, replacing the confusion with a flash of anger and there was no mistaking the darkening of her eyes. The young girl’s bear was once again close to the surface, anxious to come free. “She…” The word came on a growl. “
She
…”

Tilly trembled in his arms as a wave of heartache washed over him. “Just go, Phee.” His voice was soft, but firm. “I’ll have this cleaned up by the time you get back.”

And by “this” he meant Tilly. Based on the expression filling Phoebe’s features, she knew it, too.

* * *

Tilly leaned back in the dining room chair with a sated sigh. Dinner was, eventually, wonderful. Mitchell cooked the steaks perfectly—rare for him and medium rare for her and Phoebe. Then there were the sides that Phee insisted on making herself while Tilly lazed in a chair on the back patio, watching her man—her mate—cook.

A man and a grill were damn sexy.

A man who didn’t push and ask uncomfortable questions was even sexier. Though she did know the time for talking was coming soon.

When all was said and done, dinner consumed and Mitchell and Phoebe handled clean up, it was nearing nine p.m. She let her eyes drift closed, listening to the duo talk quietly as they loaded the dishwasher and wiped down counters. Before she knew it, a large hand gently shook her awake, bringing her from her light doze.

“Wha—?”

“It’s time to let me look at your back, help you shower, and then put you to bed,” Mitchell murmured.

“Can we skip to option C and just put me to bed?” She really didn’t want him looking at her wound. It was a lot better than it was earlier, her lioness taking strength from his presence and healing her quicker. But she still didn’t want him seeing it or her naked body. He helped her stand—steadying her when she swayed on her feet—he wrapped an arm around her shoulders while he cupped her elbow to assist her.

“I’m not an invalid,” she griped.

“The answer to your first question is no, we can’t just put you to bed. I’m here and I’m your mate. There is no option C.”

“But Phee could…”

“Get some sleep because she has school in the morning. And in case you forgot, mate, no one takes care of you but me.” He steered her toward the stairs near the entryway. “And I know you’re not an invalid, but you’re exhausted and you were napping not even a minute ago.”

“I wasn’t napping.”

He glanced at her, single brow raised. Damn, he was sexy. “No?”

“I was inspecting my eyelids for holes.”

He snorted. Yup, still sexy. “Find any.”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so,” he murmured as they cleared the top step.

How the hell had he gotten upstairs without her realizing it?

“Which room’s yours?”

“End of…” she yawned loudly, “the hall.”

He didn’t say, “I told you so,” which she appreciated. Instead, he kept them moving, shuffling toward her room. Sitting still for so long had her aching a little, muscles tight, and she knew a warm shower—alone—would loosen her up before she went to bed—alone.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like Mitchell got the “all by myself” memo because the moment he led her into the bathroom, he got to stripping… her.

Tilly slapped at his hands. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He wasn’t deterred. “Helping you out of your clothes.”

She tugged on her top, yanking the hem from his grip while she smacked him with her free hand. “I know how to do this myself. I’m a big girl.”

Mitchell smirked. Stupid sexy man looking sexy when he smirked. “You are.”

Oh. Hell. No. She could call herself big, but no one else. That’s how self-deprecation worked. She opened her mouth to tell him exactly where he could take his “big” words only to be completely caught off guard by what he did—and said—next.

“You’re big in all the best places, baby. This ass…” His hands abandoned her clothing and slid over her hips in a sweet caress. But that wasn’t what got to her. No, it was the tight hold, the fierce grip that came just before he yanked her to him. Her front was flush with his, his hardness—evidence of his desire—firmly pressing against her hip. He leaned down and buried his face in her hair as he kneaded the globes of her ass. “This ass is curved and lush, and I wanna fucking nibble it.”

Her pussy immediately reacted to his words, his need. Her center clenched—friggin’
quivered
—with the desire to be filled, and she squirmed closer to him. Her clit twitched, sending a small shudder of arousal and pleasure slinking through her veins.

“And your breasts…” He growled, but it wasn’t one of anger. No, the flavors filling the air and whirling around them in a passionate tornado pointed to one thing only—he wanted her. “I wanna suck on your nipples, Tilly. Flick ‘em with my tongue. Make you scream my name.” He rubbed his fangs along her neck, the long sharp teeth scraping, but not breaking skin. “Make you come for me. You’re a big girl, baby. In all the best places.”

She could handle that. She was all over handling that and her lioness was in full, one hundred percent agreement. She was agreeing all over the place. The beast purred and whined for Mitchell, begging the man to make her his already and hop to it.

Tilly wiggled and whimpered, easing closer to him. She rocked her hips against his hardness, wanting him to ache for her.

He stroked her, palms cupping her ass, tracing the curved lines of her waist, and continuing to—

Mitchell’s right hand skated over her injury and she sucked in a harsh breath, releasing it with a low hiss. She wasn’t in debilitating pain and her lioness
was
helping the healing process, but the soreness and sensitivity still lingered.

He immediately retreated, snatching his hands away from her as he took a step back. “Shit, Tilly. I’m sorry.”

So was she. Sorry he’d stopped. Based on the way it was still hard and thick in his jeans, his dick was sorry, too.

“I’m fine, Mitchell.” She shook her head. “I’m healing. I’m a lot better than I was and that’s thanks to you.” She shrugged. “It’ll just take some time.” She reached for him, snaring his wrist before he could step out of reach. She tugged him close until mere inches separated them. His heat warmed her while his natural scent invaded her nose and soothed her cat. “Having you here, touching you and talking to you, helps a lot.” She grinned. “I guess what they say is true, huh? Finding your mate makes everything better.”

“Mate,” he murmured and eased forward, closing the distance between them once again. His dick was hot and hard, its nearness causing her pussy to grow heavy and ache for him once again. She wanted him—deep, hard, fast. “You accepting that now, baby?”

He went back to touching her, his fingertips gliding over her skin. They skimmed her arms, ghosted over her shoulders and slid up her neck before he finally stopped and cupped her cheeks. “You admit you’re mine?” Mitchell lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers. They’d kissed, but they hadn’t
kissed
and she hoped she’d get to experience that soon. “All mine?”

Tilly whimpered and drew in more of his scent, reveling in the flavors as they invaded her. Her cat purred and preened, enjoying his attention and obvious arousal. For her. Tilly McBride.

Uh-may-zing
.

“Tilly?” He whispered against her mouth and she pushed to her tiptoes, aching to press their lips together. But the bastard lifted away from her, denying her what she desired most. “Nope. I want the words, baby. Say it.” He rubbed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “Say it.”

She’d say whatever he wanted her to say. “Say what?”

He leaned down and nipped her lower lip, sending a small sting racing through her. “You know what I want.” He laved away the sting and she flicked out her tongue to gather the flavors that lingered on her flesh. “Say it.”

“You’re…” she whispered and that turned into a whimper when he rocked his hips. If there could be cock teases, there were definitely pussy teases.
They were a real thing
.

“I’m…”

“My mate. Mine.”

“So good, baby,” he murmured just before his mouth came down on hers and it was just as fierce, as dominant, as she imagined.

It wasn’t a kiss, but a possession, a claiming without the painful bite that would tie them together. It was raw and sweet, deep and gentle. His tongue invaded her mouth, sliding past her lips and stroking her own in a slow wave. He took control. Not by force, but with a gentle lure, a coaxing rhythm that reminded her what she craved from him. His cock, deep and firm inside her. Over and over again.

Mitchell carefully tilted her head, directing her as he desired, and she followed his lead. They both wanted the same thing, both desperate for more of each other. With the new angle, he sank into her farther, stroking and teasing with his presence. His smoky sweet flavors drifted over her taste buds, sending her arousal spiraling higher and higher with each breath. His need filled the air, the musky, salty scent of his pre-cum sinking into her lungs and adding to the pleasure of his kiss.

Tilly fell into it, reveled in it, and her cat ached to sink her fangs into him now.
Now
before anyone could interrupt or tear him away from her.

Had she mentioned now?

She shifted against him, rocking her hips and caressing his dick with the rolling pressure. It pulled a moan from his chest and the sound vibrated through her, shaking her from inside out. A tremble and whimper came on the heels of that sound and her clit twitched in anticipation.

His hands abandoned her face to slide to her shoulders and then he wrapped his arms around her. He caressed her back, tracing the uninjured line of her spine and that stroke sent yet another round of shudders through her body.

Pleasure followed his every move, bliss trailing in his wake, and she couldn’t imagine how good it’d feel to have him inside her. He’d be hot and thick as he filled her oh, so well.

Where was a countertop when she needed one? Or a bed? A bed in the bathroom was definitely something she needed.

His touch became more insistent. The pressure increased as he ventured farther south, one hand cupping her ass while the other continued petting her back. His hands were everywhere, yet not where she needed him most.

Then he was touching somewhere she didn’t want him
at all
, his massaging fingers drifting over her wound and she gasped and cringed away from him.

Which… was almost like dumping a bucket of cold water on them both.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-er-roo…

Mitchell immediately released her; those hands that once pulled her close now pushed her away. Gently, but she still lost contact with him. “Dammit, Tilly. Don’t do that.”

“Dammit, Tilly?” She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t… I wasn’t the only one who wanted me to climb you like a tree.”

He grinned. “A big tree?”

She glared at him, narrowing her eyes to thin slits. “You do not get to be sexy when we’re arguing. I wasn’t the only one examining some tonsils here.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “No, I know. It’s just… You’re so fucking tempting and those sounds you make… Baby, if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours. Maybe if you weren’t so… you.”

Okay then. “So…” She smiled wide. “You kinda like me a little bit?”

“Like isn’t strong enough,” he murmured and she found herself being drawn to him once again. But this time, his hands remained tangled with hers. Apparently hugs were no longer happening. “I more than like you, baby.” His irises flashed amber, the wolf out and peeking at her through Mitchell’s human eyes. “And because of that, I’m going to look after you and try not to bend you over and claim you.”

“Mitchell…” she whimpered.

“Want me to tell you what I’m gonna do as soon as you’re healed?” A light dusting of gray fur slid from his pores and decorated his cheeks, and he lowered his head. Was he gonna kiss her again? She
so
hoped so. “I’m gonna strip you bare, baby. Get a good look at all that pale skin. I’ll turn your around and make you look at yourself in the mirror. Make you watch while I cup these breasts, pinch your pretty nipples. You want my hand between your legs, baby? You gonna be wet for me?”

Tilly whimpered and nodded, her pussy already slick and wanting him.

“Yeah, you will be. I’ll cup your pussy, find your needy little clit and pet you so good. Then what should I do?”

“Mitchell,” she whispered his name.

“Should I slide my fingers inside you? Hmm?”

He
wasn’t even touching her
and she was ready to come. She heated, pussy aching and demanding fucking attention already. It wouldn’t take much; one touch, one flick of her clit, and then she’d be
gone
. She’d fly over the edge and scream his name.

“I bet you’d like it if I just bent you forward and took you, huh? Push into your tight pussy and just take what I want. I’m an alpha, baby. What I want, I take. But you like that.”

“I do.” Tilly nodded. As much as she tried to be in charge, tried to carry the world on her shoulders and keep their lives together… it would be so fucking nice to have someone to lean on. She wouldn’t let him walk all over her, wouldn’t allow him to take over
everything
, but sometimes… Yeah, it’d be nice.

“Can’t wait to do that to you, Tilly. Make you mine.” He breathed deeply and released the air with a rumble. “You’re gonna taste so good. But for now, we need to check on your wound, bathe, and then to bed.”

Right. Bed. Bed sounded
wonderful
.

“Alone,” he murmured.

Bed no longer sounded wonderful
at all
. Bed sucked ass.

Mitchell deserved a fucking medal—
gold
—and he knew just where he’d hang the thing. Standing beside his sweet smelling, ripe and ready mate, he’d managed to keep his dick in his pants. Fuck, he should get
two
medals.