Roaring for Him (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Wicked in Wilder Book 1) (32 page)

She nodded. “I know. But there’s nothing that says we can’t make love now and you can make me come when you claim me later.”

“Now?” The wolf perked up. Now sounded good. Now sounded wonderful.

“Now. This place is important to your pack. I want to make love here. I want to claim
you
here. And later, when we stand before your pack, you can touch me, slide your hand between my legs and when you make me come, claim me.”

Mitchell’s cock went hard with the idea, with the picture she painted. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Fuck yes. Like this. Right now.” He leaned forward and whipped his shirt over his head, baring his chest to her. He tapped his left shoulder. “Right here.”

Tilly licked her lips, eyes pure gold now and her lioness’ fangs peeked from beneath her upper lip. “Oh, yes.” That was all he needed. He reached for her, fingers itching to tear her clothing off as well. He snared the hem of her top and tugged, lifting it higher to expose her pale skin to his gaze, only to be cock blocked. “No.”

He lifted his gaze to her. “No?”

She shook her head. “I’m not gonna flash— I’m not exactly—”

His sweet, shy mate. “Tilly? You’re beautiful, you’re mine, and we’re alone. I wanna suck on your nipples while you ride my dick. I wanna nibble and taste while you give yourself to me. Let me.”

It was almost a question.
Almost.
Okay, who was he kidding? It was an order. He wanted to see her. All of her. He didn’t think she’d climb off him enough to strip before crawling back onto his lap—those panties were a goner—but he could at least peel away her shirt and bra.

She bit her lower lip and he immediately lifted his hand and pulled that plump bit of flesh from beneath her teeth. “No biting, that’s my job.” That had her rolling her eyes with a grin. At least he broke through her nervousness. “So, you gonna show me your breasts? Show me what’s mine?”

“Mitchell,” she groaned and shivered. That was followed by the delicious scent of her musk tickling his nose.

“Don’t complain when you like it. You wanna hear all the things I’m gonna do to you. You like knowing that I won’t ever let you go. That you’re mine.” He grasped the hem of her shirt once more and this time—as he raised the fabric—she didn’t stop him. He whipped the cloth away and then he tugged on her bra. The straps snapped beneath his claws and strength. He wouldn’t have anything hiding her tits from him. “Say it.” He cupped the plump mounds, his gaze still centered on hers while he flicked her hardened nipples with his thumbs. “Tell me.”

“I like it,” she whispered and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands.

“You like what?”

“I like you telling me what you’re gonna do. I like when you snarl and growl and—” Her words stuttered when he pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, shit, I like that.”

Mitchell chuckled. “Let’s see what else you like.”

He abandoned one breast, ignoring her whimper at the loss, and slid his free hand between her thighs. He flicked her skirt out of the way and reached for her pussy. She’d soaked through her panties, the warm wet fabric meeting his fingers. His wolf howled with the knowledge that a few words and touches had her wet and ready for them.

Soon
, he promised the beast.
Soon.

It grumbled and told him
now
wasn’t soon enough.

He wrapped his fingers around the fabric, fisting it tightly, and then he tugged. The panties fell away with that sharp yank and Tilly gasped.

“Now I have what I want,” he murmured. Exactly what he wanted. She was slick and hot against his palm, his fingers easily sliding through the evidence of her arousal. He teased her at first, ignoring his throbbing cock as he focused on his mate. He circled her clit and focused on her face, on the pleasure and joy that coated her features. The nub was swollen and needy, her hips rotating as she tried to follow his touch. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“Good,” she whimpered.

“How good?” His dick ached, wolf screamed at him to take her already, but he wasn’t done teasing her—pleasuring her.

“So fucking good,” she breathed out.

“You like my fingers rubbing that pretty clit?”

She nodded.

“You want me to shove them in your pussy though, don’t you?”

She nodded harder.

“Like this?” He slipped his fingers to her entrance, to her very center, and circled the opening. He teased the edges, dipping in a bit before retreating. He wanted her riding high, wanted her screaming his name. There was nothing more beautiful than her pleasure at his hands.

“Oh, fuck, Mitchell. Need you.” She rocked her hips, attempting to force him to penetrate her. Not happening until he was ready.

“How bad?” He knew how much
he
craved
her
, but he wanted to know her level of desire.

“I’m gonna die if you don’t fuck me,” she snarled, her eyes fully gold and now a light dusting of fur decorated her cheeks.

“Aw, baby.” He stopped moving and fought back his smile when she sobbed her objection. “Tilly, hard or soft, fast or slow, it’ll always be making love.”

“Please.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “I don’t care how, but
please.
”

Mitchell slipped his hand from between her legs—ignoring her whimper—and slipped his digits into his mouth. He had to taste her.
Had
to. That brief time in the bathroom hadn’t been enough. Hell, nothing would ever be enough.

She tracked him with her gaze, those eyes flaring even brighter gold as he tasted her cream. The salty sweetness burst across his taste buds, the flavors sharp and delicious and his wolf howled in appreciation. He couldn’t wait to take his time, to lay her out before him and spend hours between her lush thighs.

“Mitchell…”

He released his fingers so he could speak to her. “You want me? Then take out my cock, baby.”

She whimpered but didn’t hesitate. Those small, determined hands wiggled between them as she crawled backward enough to reach his jeans. The flick of the button on his pants was fast, and the lowering of his zipper even faster. His dick sprung free, still half-confined by the fabric and metal teeth, and she yanked at his jeans once more to bare him fully. He reached for his shaft, intent on stroking himself, easing a little bit of the edge, only to have his hands smacked away.

“Mine,” she hissed at him, her fangs bared.

“All yours, baby.” He stroked her thighs.

She was lost to the cat, her inner-lioness anxious for him and he loved it. He. Fucking. Loved. It.

“Take what’s yours,” he murmured.

And she did. Holy fuck she crawled up him and rose above his cock. That talented hand encircled his shaft and he shuddered when her silken wetness kissed the tip of his dick. Then… then he was inside her. She hissed as she took him in, her walls clamping down on his thickness as she slipped lower and lower.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled between gritted teeth. Tight and wet and fucking his. She rippled around his cock, the fluttering and rhythmic tightening milking his dick and he felt as if he’d come in an instant. Shit. Sex was good. Sex with his mate, just that single connection, was epic.

She reached for him—while his hands remained on her hips, she stretched for his chest, palms resting on his shoulders as she squeezed him with her nails. Claws, really. Her lioness transformed not just Tilly’s teeth, but her hands as well. Those nails were now sharp—deadly. He should be scared.

He loved it.

Tilly continued to inch lower, to swallow more and more of him. His balls ached, tight and hard against his body as the pleasure of being inside her nearly overwhelmed him. Pleasure, bliss, enveloped him. It twisted and twined with her scent until he lived and breathed physical joy. One heartbeat… and then two… and then her hips rested against his.

“Mitchell,” her green-gold eyes met his and this time it was a whisper of wonder. The human half of his mate was asserting herself just a little. Enough to look at him with awe instead of animalistic need.

“Right here, baby.” He reached around and palmed her ass, loving the feeling of those plump mounds in his hands. “Right here.” He used his grip to encourage her to move, to slowly rock back and forth, to take her pleasure. This time was for her. It was all about her. Later, when he had a bed and days to spend worshiping her body, he’d take her hard and fast. “Ride me.”

She picked up the gentle rhythm, the slip and slide of her pussy sucking on his cock as she carefully rose and fell along his length. He leaned back and ripped her skirt away, aching to watch his dick disappear into her depths.

There it was, her sweet pussy stroking him, clutching him, as she fucked herself on his cock. Fuck it was beautiful. His fingers ached, digits throbbing with the need to form claws. His wolf wanted out, wanted a better view of Tilly riding him. Next time. If he let the animal out now… She’d end up with a claiming bite on her shoulder for all to see.

This is her time. Suck it up, asshole.

Tilly cupped her breasts, the mounds overflowing her small hands and his mouth watered with the desire to taste her, to lick and suck each one.

Next time. So many things he’d do next time.

For now, he’d enjoy. Pleasure coated her features, her breath coming in shallow pants, and pure bliss filled her eyes. Her pupils dilated and the nearer she crept to release, the wider they became. Yes, she was close, inching toward the edge, and he couldn’t wait to join her there.

With a bite on his shoulder.

Shit, his cock pulsed and throbbed with that thought, balls aching to release inside her. To fill her. To consume her and coat her in his scent. His wolf howled its agreement. It wanted to do anything that ended with her smelling like them. He was gonna come before she did and that shit wasn’t acceptable. “Gonna come for me, Tilly?”

She whimpered and nodded, her pace picking up.

“I want you to come on my dick, baby. Fucking squeeze me. Fucking yell my name and bite me.”

“Mitchell,” her voice was strained and breathy and her pussy squeezed him so tightly, he thought it’d cut off his cock. It was hard—almost painful—and he’d never experienced such pleasure before.

“Right here. Ready to come in you. You want it, don’t you?”

She nodded, pants increasing as she fought for air. “Yes.”

“I’m gonna, just as soon as you do. Scream my name, Tilly.” He shifted his right hand, altering his grip so his thumb dipped between her sex lips. She was so wet and slick, his thumb sliding through her cream with ease and he knew exactly when he found her throbbing clit.

“
Mitchell!
”

He circled the nub, fighting off his release with more restraint than he’d ever felt, and urged her toward her orgasm. “Right here, baby. Come for me.”

She moved faster, the sounds of their sex—the wet squelch of her pussy on his cock—filled the small clearing. She tightened around him even more, her sheath milking his dick and seeming to beg him for his cum. He couldn’t wait to give it to her.

Soon.

“Come on, Tilly. I want you to fucking bite me. Claim me. But you gotta come first.”

Gold eyes collided with his, emotions flitting through them from one heartbeat to the next. Above them all, two battled one another. Love and bone-deep craving. The same things that lingered inside him.

“Gonna…” Her movements became erratic, body convulsing and twitching as her orgasm approached.

He pricked her hips with his nails, the soft scent of her coppery blood adding to the ecstasy that waited to pounce on him. It was as if that sting, the proof of his animal’s presence, sent her over the edge.

She flashed her pale fangs, the waning sun’s light glistening off their deadly length. Mouth open, she leaned toward him. Her fingers clenched his shoulders, digging into his flesh until the scent of his own blood filled the air alongside hers. He knew her intent, knew her desires, and he helped her. He tilted his head to the side, baring his shoulder, and shuddered when her teeth found home in his flesh. She screamed against his skin, the sound vibrating through him as her body twitched and jerked. Her pussy rippled and squeezed, drawing his release forward and he… let it.

“Tilly!” He let the pleasure he’d held back rush forward, to envelope him in a ball of bliss and pure fucking joy. He released his tightly wound control, let his wolf free, and then he was coming, filling her with his cum, and emptying himself inside her.

On the heels of that immense pleasure came the pain, the ache and pulsing hurt of her bite. And
that
brought him even more ecstasy. He was in a vicious cycle of pleasure and pain, in the ebb and flow of sensations that had his cock pulsing and his hips jerking as he tried to go deeper inside her.

And the other part of him… it wanted more of the pain. His body thrummed with awareness, with desperation for his tiny mate. Her bite burned, the pain turning into a pleasurable fire that consumed his veins and spurred his orgasm further. He hadn’t stopped coming, the bliss unending and with each pull and suck on his shoulder, it seemed to spark anew. It went on and on, growing and shrinking, but never disappearing entirely. It was like a living, breathing thing that fed off their connection. And he… fucking loved it.

His heart beat in time with hers, their bodies in sync. They’d risen in a fever pitch together and now… Now Tilly brought them down. Her sucking lessened, easing until she merely lapped at his ragged flesh, her tongue soothing and pleasuring him at the same time. He panted with her, fighting for air and attempting to recover from their mind blowing joining and before long, she eased her head to his chest, tongue still flicking out to lick his wound.

His cock slowly softened, their unending orgasm wringing the very life out of his dick, and she whimpered when he slipped free. Hell, he whimpered, too. He wanted to crawl inside her, live in her warmth.

As his breathing returned to normal, he turned his head and pressed his nose to her hair. He breathed in her sweet scent, the parts of her that stemmed from her human half mixed with her lioness. Sweetness and dry grass and it was weird, but he loved it. Loved her.