Make Him Purr: A Paranormal BBW Werepanther Shape Shifter Mail-Order Navy SEAL Romance (11 page)

“Special delivery!” Tyler hollered good-naturedly, pushing past Sonya with Trey in tow, a large mattress held between them.

“What the hell?” Sonya asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She’d met the Warfangs before and knew they were the resident builders, but her sleep-weary mind was not exactly keeping up with all that was going on.

“Hey, Diesel! Where do you want it?” Tyler hollered.

Diesel popped his head around the corner, giving Sonya a wink and then motioning at any old corner in the living room. It was pretty empty, after all.

“Anywhere is fine. I’ll lug it up myself later.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Trey said, letting his end drop and scooting out as Tyler set the other end down as well and allowed it to slide onto the floor at the spot where Diesel usually rolled out his sleeping bag.

Trey was back in a moment, carrying large pieces that looked to be the makings of a bed. Between him and Tyler, they carried in a few more piles of stuff, including the rest of the bed, what looked to be a coffee table and a dining room table and some chairs.

Diesel came out to help them with the last few loads, kissing the utterly confused Sonya on his way out.

“I, um… Okay,” she concluded, sitting back down on the couch.

“So we can talk shop later, alright? Slate took over the watch and Deacon said he’ll take tonight. You two just take a day off. We can figure this all out tomorrow,” Tyler said, shaking hands with Diesel.

“I appreciate it,” the big panther replied.

“Don’t I know it,” Trey confirmed, shaking hands with Diesel as well.

Both of the wolves tipped their hats at Sonya, and the look Tyler gave her told her that the wolves could imagine what was going on in the Wake household a little bit
too
well. She couldn’t help but grin.

Bastards.

Though, this time, the thought carried nothing but positive emotions.

“So, do you wanna tell me what all this is about?” Sonya asked, pulling her legs up to her knees.

“How about I show you?” Diesel asked, laughter in his voice.

He carried the dining table to a large open area in the wide living room and set it up so that it looked out to the view from one of the windows. After moving two chairs to it as well, he almost skipped into the kitchen. Diesel re-emerged with a big stack of fluffy pancakes with all the trappings and a pot of coffee. The next trip brought with it cutlery and plates.

“So, breakfast?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with glee.

Sonya giggled. Who the hell was this man and what had he done with her grouchy as hell panther?

“Don’t mind if I do,” she said, but before she could get up, he had rushed over to her and picked her up.

Diesel deposited her lightly on one of the chairs, demanding a kiss that she was more than happy to give him, before putting her down. He settled in across from her and poured her coffee.

“So is this what happens? You impart some justice and your mood gets lifted?” Sonya teased, taking a big bite out of the pancakes.

They were heavenly. H-E-A-V-E-N-L-Y! Her panther could cook. And yes, she did think of him as hers already. Wasn’t even going to blush about it or try and deny it.

“Well, maybe. But I think I’m just glad you’re still here. I was worried you’d disappear over the night, and I’m happy to see that wasn’t the case. So when I got up, I thought about what happened last night and I understood something.”

Diesel put his fork down and took her hand from across the table. Touching him still sent a spark of desire through her, even though he was just holding her palm in his. But wasn’t that how it was supposed to be? She certainly thought so.

“If I want to make you see that I’m willing to work at this, I have to show it to you. I know this isn’t much,” he said, sweeping a hand over the pile of furniture the Warfangs had conjured up, “But I thought it would be a start. I’m all in, Sonya.”

Sonya grinned.

“Ride or die?”

“Ride or die. Whatever that means.”

She burst out laughing. The darkness that had been looming over her, threatening to consume and dismantle her, seemed to be lifted immediately. It was like Diesel knew exactly what to do and what to say to make her feel better. It was bloody amazing. Sure, everything that had happened was still there, and she knew it didn’t just take a nice breakfast and a mattress to make a relationship, but like he’d said – it was a start. She sure could use a fresh start; and as far as she knew, so could he.

“Okay. I’m in too, then. Let’s see what happens.”

Diesel’s hopeful smile broke into a real grin now, and dammit if it didn’t just make him ten times as handsome as before – if that was even possible. He got up, the breakfast forgotten, and Sonya was reaching her hands out for him even before he made it over to her. She just about climbed up his body – as tall as he was – to get to his face and his lips.

Sonya kissed him hard, and he kissed her back just the same. Her knees latched around his waist and he let one hand travel up her ass and back, until it was resting on her neck. Diesel pulled back slightly despite her protests.

“How about we try out the mattress?” he asked, grinning.

“Fuck yes,” she replied.

What else was there to say, anyway?

He almost ran over to the mattress, and she laughed as he threw her down on it and took off his shirt. Watching him tower over her like that was just about the sexiest thing she could imagine – until he took his pants off, of course. Sonya ripped her own shirt over her head just as he took off his jeans, and she didn’t even try to hide the small moan at the sight of his already hard, thick cock.
She felt like the most beautiful woman in the world when he looked at her. That was a first. With Blade, she’d always felt little more than disposable.

She knew now that she’d never let anyone treat her like that again. But with Diesel, she was sure she’d never have to worry about that.

He didn’t have to tell her what he wanted. The velvety head glistened with precum, and she leant forward eagerly, swirling her tongue across the head and getting a taste of the saltiness. He hissed in a breath, and she loved the sound of it, loved knowing she had that effect on him. It seemed like an impossible feat to take it all, but she was damn well going to try. Diesel pushed her head back, his fingers curling in her hair, letting her do what she wanted to him.

She let her tongue wander across the head, leaving a slick trail as she tasted the curves and the edges, getting happily lost in the sensation. Nothing but pure enjoyment of the act existed for her, and Sonya lost herself in it. She wanted to make him scream, to make him cum.

Her lips slipped over the tip, sucking him in, and the shudder that went through his thighs made her need pulse hotter. She teased, licking and lapping at him but not taking him too deep, just bobbing up and down slowly. His muscles grew tense as she taunted him with her hot mouth, and she loved the outlines that his perfect body created, rigid with expectation.

Suddenly, Diesel gripped her long, flowing hair in his fist and bucked into her mouth, stretching her lips around his massive cock. Sonya gasped, but it was quickly replaced by a purr. She was a sucker for taking things just a little bit too far, and her nails dug into his strong thighs. Diesel started facefucking her, stroking in and out of her mouth. She knew she could stop him whenever she wanted, but the feeling of his hard pole of a cock sinking into her throat was just too fucking good to deny.

“Fuck, you’re good,” Diesel growled, sending tingles down her spine.

Sonya was soaking wet, drenched with her lust for him. Her nails let go of his thighs, and her hands went up to his hips and stomach, resting on the flat plains of his abs. Her eyes watered, and when she looked up at him, he smirked, his breath ragged. Diesel must have liked seeing her like that because he paused for a moment, almost completely in her mouth and throat. Sonya gurgled a moan, shaking all over, wanting more. She wouldn’t have pulled back. Not for anything. She wanted his cum in her – she wanted to give him that release.

“You’re gorgeous,” he hissed in that way that men do when they can finally get the truth out of their guts.

Suddenly, Diesel pulled out of her mouth and leant down. He picked her up and spun her around, pushing her down on the mattress on her hands and knees. He tore the panties off of her, and she yelped in surprise as the fabric ripped. Fuck them, she’d buy new ones.

A moment later, Diesel thrust into her, and Sonya’s world went black. Her back arched and she bucked into him, demanding he sink into her all the way. He seemed even bigger from that angle, and her screams of lust and pleasure were enough to confirm that. Diesel’s hands gripped her thighs as he plowed into her like a man possessed, driven by the need to claim her – she wanted it just as much as he did.

“Oh fuck, Diesel,” she gasped. “That’s so good!”

He grabbed her hair again and yanked her head back, leaning over her body to kiss her. His tongue invaded her mouth and she moaned into it, her own tongue fighting against his. His other hand kneaded her tits, and when he pinched her nipples, she was gone. Her orgasm rolled over her like she got hit by a truck, like every inch of self-control was sucked right out of her in one go.

She could faintly tell that she was screaming and pounding back into Diesel. She could feel his body shudder against hers, and when she heard his growling moan, she winced with pleasure. It was so good, it was almost too painful to take.

When they both collapsed next to one another, gasping for breath, heaving and sweaty, Sonya couldn’t move for the longest time. Only when Diesel finally pulled out of her and rolled her gently over to face him did she spend any mental dexterity on forming words or thoughts.

“That was…” she started, unable to describe what had just happened.

“Yup,” he confirmed, staring up at the ceiling.

Sonya laughed at that. Yup was going to be enough. She’d work on their eloquence later. Right now, she had a man to fuck and pancakes to eat, and both of those took precedence over forming neat sentences and thinking straight thoughts.

EPILOGUE

Diesel

“See, that’s more along the lines of what I meant when I said you could help out,” Rake said, laughter in his voice as Diesel chopped firewood.

There was a pile large enough to warm three houses for the length of the Idaho winter surrounding him, but Diesel could keep going for days if need be. He secured the axe in the old stump he’d been using as a stand and raised one foot on it as well, leaning his elbow on it. He felt a bit like a clichéd lumberjack, but when in Idaho, right?

Diesel wiped the sweat from his eyes and grinned in response to Rake.

“I might have got a bit carried away,” he admitted, accepting a bottle of water from the werelion.

“Just a bit. You know, I think this might be the right time to talk to you. Liza and Sonya are out back, chattering about art or something. Apparently your girl has management and organization skills, says she wants to throw together an exhibit for Liza. It would be the first one in Shifter Grove. You two getting serious?” Rake asked, dropping down on his haunches and taking a swig of his beer.

Diesel nodded, unscrewing the water.

“We are,” he said noncommittally, though he couldn’t hide the smile on his lips when he said it.

“Okay. Then I think I need to tell you something. The thing with Blade and his crew? They went on trial regarding their illicit activities in Los Angeles. Warren somehow managed to keep her name out of it. Apparently someone owed him a favor. But I gotta ask, man. Do you know about her past?”

Diesel sobered for a moment. He took a sip of his drink, keeping his dark eyes on Rake. Then, he smirked.

“You mean that she used to be a cat burglar and that she knew what Blade was doing? I know, yeah.”

“And it doesn’t bother you?” Rake asked, raising his brows.

Diesel knew his friend meant nothing by it and was just looking out for him. And if anything, he knew Rake had done enough sketchy stuff in his life to be the last one to judge.

“Not one bit,” Diesel replied, just as Sonya walked up to them from behind.

“What doesn’t bother you, soldier-boy?” Sonya asked, walking straight to him and smacking a kiss on his lips.

“Whoa. That’s my cue to get out of here. Come out back when you two are done, I’m about to throw the steaks on the grill. I think Deacon and Aubrey are going to be over in a bit too. I bet she’d love to help out with the finances on that little show you were discussing.”

Rake tipped his hat and disappeared behind the mountain of firewood. Diesel slipped his hands around Sonya’s waist and pulled her to him, laying a kiss on her lips and then one on her cheek.