Roaring for Him (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Wicked in Wilder Book 1) (19 page)

After dinner, he’d sent her upstairs to clean up while he checked the house and made sure they were locked up tight. Of course he hadn’t really thought his idea through all the way. Because he forgot that cleaning up usually meant a shower and now Tilly… was in his shower. Naked. With bubbles and soap coursing down her curves and he ached to fuck her so fucking bad.

His dick was rock hard and longing to sink into her warm wetness, slide into her over and over until she came screaming his name. And then he’d fucking fill her with his cum, coat her in his scent inside out. He’d never felt the urge to do that to a woman. He was always quick to suit up, but with Tilly…

Tilly needed to smell like him. Needed to have his mark on her shoulder. Needed to be
his
in every way imaginable.

His wolf rumbled its agreement, urging him to push away from the bathroom doorway and go to her. It wanted him to pin her to the wall, wrap her legs around his waist, and then fill her pussy with his cock.

But he couldn’t. Fucking traditions. He couldn’t mate her until the full moon, until his pack could witness his claiming. So for now he had a massive case of blue balls and unsated desire. Mainly because he couldn’t trust himself to fuck her and not claim her.

He should be sainted for resisting her.

He slowly peeled his fingers away from the wood, nails scraping and tugging against the frame. Bits of wood came with his retreat and he grimaced. He’d have to get someone to fix the damage. Great.

“Mitchell? Is that you?”

Even her voice was sexy; husky and sweet and it made him think of things like fucking. A lot of fucking.

He cleared his throat. He couldn’t sound like a stuttering pussy. “Yeah.”

“You coming in?”
Shiiit
. She didn’t know what she was asking. She poked her head from behind the shower curtain, her hair falling in stringy waves as water dripped from her strands. “Well?”

Her skin was flushed pink and fresh and he wanted to taste every inch of her. Lick each droplet and capture it on his tongue. Who needed towels?

“Mitchell?”

She needed to not speak. Ever. Especially not when his dick was hard enough to cut stone and hammer nails. At the same time.

“Yeah,” the word came out hoarse and he wasn’t sure she heard him above the pattering of the shower.

“You coming in?”

“Baby…” His hands tightened on the wood once more. So much for making a graceful retreat. “You’re killing me here.”

She reached for him, hand clutching a washcloth. “You could come wash my back.”

He shook his head. “Hell, no.”

Wrong thing to say because her face fell and he felt like an asshole. He’d showed her how much he loved her body, loved her taste, but he knew women. Until they were tied as tightly as they could be, she’d wonder. He could retain control. He could go to her, brush a chaste kiss across her lips, and leave without fucking her. He could.

At least he hoped so.

He padded forward, steps drowned out by the water colliding with the tile walls. She straightened at his approach, but remained mostly hidden. His wolf howled an objection, but his rational mind knew it was a good idea. One look at a hard pink nipple and he’d…

Shit, this was harder than he thought.

Her eyes were wide, irises flicking between green and gold. He cupped her cheeks, reveling in the feel of her damp skin against his palms. “Baby, I want nothing more than to climb in there with you, but I’d be inside you before you could blink. And I can’t.”

“Why?” Her attention drifted to his cock and then rose to meet him again. “You’re hard. You want me.” Her grin was infectious and… sexy.

“Fuck yeah, I do. I’m so fucking hard for you, baby, but I
can’t
.” With his words, her eyebrows drew together, forming a small wrinkle between them.

“I don’t understand.”

The longer he stood before her, nothing but a sheet of plastic separating them, the less he understood too. “I can’t claim you until the full moon, baby. And if I get in there… I’m so hard, need you so badly, that I’ll claim you before you can blink.” She nibbled her lower lip and he groaned. So slick and pink and he really needed a taste. But he couldn’t. “I’m gonna wait for you in the bedroom, okay?”

“Oh.” She sounded so disappointed, but he couldn’t help that now. “So, no actual… you know?”

He shook his head. “No.” As much as he hated it. “Not yet.”

“But earlier you…” Her eyes slid down her body and then back to him.

“But I didn’t claim you.” The memory of her musky sweetness rushed forward and he swallowed his groan. She was so fucking delicious. “If I get your wet, naked skin against me? I can resist a lot, but not that.” He palmed his dick, enjoying and hating the touch at the same time. “Not in the condition I’m in.”

“Mitchell…”

She really shouldn’t speak. Not when he was ready to come in his jeans.

“I’m gonna wait for you over there.” He didn’t know exactly where
there
was, but it was anywhere other than a foot away from a naked Tilly.

“Okay.”

He forced himself to take a step backward. One and then two and then… The wench licked her lip again. Growling, he spun and strode to the door, anxious to lose sight of temptation and beg his dick to calm the hell down. At worst, he’d stroke one out and calm himself. The wolf hated that idea, but it didn’t have much choice. He was gonna…

“Mitchell?”

Dammit, he’d almost made it to freedom. Her voice was pure, unadulterated sex and sin. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He didn’t stop moving, forcing one foot in front of the other, and called to her over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

Hot, damp hands stroked his shoulders and slid along his arms as a curvaceous body lined up with his. Her plump curves were snug against his back and his gut clenched with need. His dick pulsed and his wolf howled with her touch.

“Tilly.” Her name was supposed to be a warning, but he knew it came out as a plea. She slid her hands along his abdomen, skimming his stomach and then those little fingers tugged at the bottom of his shirt. She snuck beneath the fabric and stroked his bare skin. “Tilly, baby. Please.”

He was begging. Him. Mitchell Blake, alpha of the Wilder pack.

She rested her cheek on his back. “You went down on me and it was okay because you didn’t claim me.” He sure as fuck had wanted to, though. “Lemme do the same.”

His knees went weak, body trembling with those few words and his cock felt as if it’d bust free of his jeans. “Baby…” Tilly removed her hands and he whimpered. Fuck it, he
whimpered
and she walked around him until they stood toe-to-toe. “Holy fuck.” He was presented with a wet and naked Tilly and he
wanted to be inside her now
.

“Hey…”

He reached for her, but she flicked his hands away, hers going to his shirt and she yanked at it, pushing it up his body. “Off.”

Pushy. Demanding.

It made his dick even harder.

Mitchell didn’t argue. Nope, he snatched the hem and ripped the top from his body and he didn’t give a fuck where it landed.

Then her talented fingers went to the button of his jeans, toying with the bit of metal and fabric.

Teasing him.

Tormenting him.

“Unzip me, Tilly. Take out my dick.” Her eyes flared gold and stayed there with his words. He almost forgot his mate loved dirty talk. Liked hearing what he wanted and what he’d do. “Suck me.”

She unsnapped his jeans and even that small move relieved some of the pressure. The zipper was next, the metal teeth parting to release him. The fabric was tight around his hips, but a single nudge from her had them falling enough for his length to spring free.

She gasped and encircled him with a soft touch, fingers wrapping around his shaft so softly, it set his teeth on edge.

“Tighter baby. Squeeze me. Make me feel it.” He grunted when she did as he asked and rocked into her slow strokes. “Fuck yeah, baby.” She trembled and the scent of her arousal overrode the floral aromas from her shower. She slid her palm down and then back to the tip, thumb gathering the bit of pre-cum that decorated the head. Yeah, his body wanted her. Bad. “Feels fucking good.”

She grinned. “I can make it better. Sit on the bed.”

His cock pulsed in her hand and she squeezed in response. “Tilly…”

“Sit.” She released him and he nearly whined.

“Not a dog.”

“No,” she shook her head. “Your my mate who’s about to get his dick sucked.”

He smiled. “You sure know how to charm a guy.”

“I know how to pleasure my mate. Unless you don’t want me to…”

Mitchell was an asshole, not an idiot.

He padded to the bed, kicking off his jeans on the way and finally sat on the soft mattress completely nude. He leaned back on one arm and stroked himself with his free hand. Root to tip and back again, furthering his arousal, but not sending him over. “I’m all yours.”

“Yes, you are,” she murmured and stalked forward.

The slow roll of her hips drew his attention and he soaked her in. Her fiery hair, blazing eyes, pale skin, and her lush body. He’d tasted her once. He wanted to do it again and again.

Tilly dropped to her knees between his spread thighs, her pale skin contrasting against his tanned flesh. She was perfect, a goddess that looked like pure innocence, and he knew she was anything but. She was a siren. A seductress.

Above all else, she was his.

She didn’t disappoint him, didn’t tease or torment him further. No, she immediately wrapped her hand around him, stroking his length and gifting him with a hint of pleasure with each move.

“So beautiful,” she murmured.

Men weren’t beautiful. He was gonna tell her so but then her little tongue darted out and caressed the tip of his shaft. All ideas of speaking were lost to the small connection.

Then it was all wet heat and moans, Tilly’s mouth moving along his shaft, sliding more of him past her lips before retreating and leaving his cock glistening in her wake. Her hand moved with her, stroking what part of him she couldn’t take inside herself, giving him more and more pleasure with each squeeze and twist. His balls ached and were desperate to release his cum. But… He wanted to enjoy this a little longer. As long as he could take the delicious torture.

Mitchell stroked her hair, tucking the strands back so he could look into her eyes, watch himself disappear between her lips. It was fucking beautiful. Erotic as hell.

She tapped the underside of his dick with her tongue, stroking and petting the nerves. When she got to the tip, she suckled just below the head, drawing a deep groan from his lips.

“Baby…” He moaned and she did it again. “Damn, baby.” Then she whimpered and swallowed him once more, sending vibrations through his cock. “Shit, Tilly.”

His hips rocked, the muscles no longer controllable as the pleasure built. Each caress, each lick, each suck, went straight to his balls and then spread outward. His nerves were on fire with the bliss, pulsing with the ecstasy of her touch and talented mouth. She took more, took all of him. His entire dick filled her.

“Oh, fuck.” He shuddered, cock throbbing. “Baby…”

Instead of backing off and giving him a second to breathe, she doubled her efforts. Her pace increased, the sound of her wet sucking filled the air with her new speed. He squeezed her hair, cupping her head, but not forcing her to his preferred pace. No, this was all her. But he couldn’t
not
touch her as she gave him so much pleasure. No. Fucking. Way.

He panted and moaned, her attentions pushing him closer and closer to release. He was close—too close. If she didn’t back down…

Then something hit him that blew his desperation to slow down to bits.

Her arousal, her desire, her pure sexy scent filled his nose. She was aroused, wet as hell, and her pussy practically yelled to be filled. He knew if he put his hand between her thighs, she’d coat him in her cream. Her delicious juices he wanted to lap up.

That knowledge spurred his release, throwing him closer to the edge, and he let himself be swept away. He balanced on that precipice, enjoying the burning bliss that scorched his veins. He liked that edge, riding the line between pure pleasure and pain before he let himself fly. He clenched the bedspread, using his grip as a connection between shattering into a million pieces and now.

“That’s it. Shit. S’good, Tilly.”

She moaned and nearly sent him over.

Not yet. He didn’t want it to be over yet.

His mate had other ideas. Ones that involved her hand and his balls as she cupped them, gently kneaded them, slid one finger behind them and tapped against his… “Fuck, Tilly. Pull back. I’m gonna…”

Yet another moan escaped her and she sucked harder and he took that as permission. He threw himself into the blinding pleasure, let go and allowed it to envelope him in the overwhelming sensations of his orgasm.

His cock pulsed as his balls emptied, and holy fuck, his mate swallowed him, coating her throat with his cum. His wolf purred with the knowledge, knowing they’d marked her in some way, even if they couldn’t bite her. His release continued, balls tight and squeezed against his body as they emptied into her. And Tilly continued swallowing, taking him inside herself. The thought was enough to have his dick pulsing once more, fighting for another orgasm to come on the heels of the first.

But fuck, he wasn’t a teenager anymore.

His dick slowly softened, going slack inside her warm, wet mouth, but she continued to suckle and lick him clean before she finally released his dick. Green-gold eyes met his, more than a hint of desire etched in their depths. Damn… This woman… She fucked with his head—his heart. She gave him a lazy, self-satisfied smile and he realized he wanted her blown away by pleasure as well. He released her hair and reached for her hand, using a gentle grip to bring her to her feet.

“C’mere, baby.”

She came to him without hesitation, body curving into his as he laid back, her atop him. His legs dangled off the bed, as did hers, and he shifted her around until she straddled his hips. The only difference now was that his dick was soft and sated, which meant he could focus on Tilly entirely. He pulled her face down and captured her lips, tasting himself in her mouth. It wasn’t something he did normally, but the difference with her was that he craved her taste and the flavors of them mixed together. She was more potent than any little blue pill.