Roar for Her: A BBW Paranormal Weretiger Shape Shifter Romance (Sassy Shifter Brides Book 4) by Anya Nowlan Read Free Book Online

sniffing for peculiar smells, though he kept getting distracted by the sugary sweetness of Teresa. How could he think of anything but her when she was molded against his body, delicious and kissable? Nearly impossible.
     
    A whispered crunch of foliage caught his ear, and a snarl rose in his throat in response. He didn’t know what or who it could be, but he knew it spelled danger. He let go of Teresa and stepped in front of her, urging her towards the back of the cave.
    “Stay here. Don’t come out,” he whispered urgently, taking a few steps forward. Every nerve was on edge, every fiber of his being ready for whatever was to come. His muscles were taut under the strain of preparing for battle, and his hazel gaze lay intently on the mouth of the cave.
    “Slate, what is it?” Teresa asked, and he hushed her with a raised hand. Another crack outside, making the hair on Slate’s neck stand up. Then, a soft hiss. He knew that noise. Knew it all too well.
     
    In the flash of a second, his lean, strong body had transformed from man to tiger, his long tail flicking back and forth in irritation. He filled almost the entire cave with his long, muscled body, one back leg brushing against Teresa. Slate’s mane was bristled up, and his ears were perked. Something drew him forward, something irresistible. Like a siren’s call, it sang to him, begging him to step out. The rich orange and red coat made a stark contrast against the dull grey of the cave and rainfall. With measured steps, he slunk forward a little, and his stomach fell when he saw the view in front of him. Two tigers, one as massive as he and the other smaller, slighter, stared back at him from just outside the cave, their golden eyes blazing. Slate’s maw contorted in a growl that soon fell when he realized who he was faced with.
     
    His brother, Ash, was unmistakable with the wide scar that ran down the length of his right shoulder, a mark from their childhood and a reminder of how vicious their father was. And the other tiger, well, he couldn’t care less who she was – her being there was enough. The rich, inviting scent of a weretigress filled his nostrils and spun his mind around. His beast grumbled in confusion. Teresa was behind him, and he was overcome with the need to keep her safe, but the primal call for one of his own kind messed with his head. Slate roared, a pained sound that echoed across the drenched mountainside. His pelt was quickly becoming soaked with the rain, and the sight before him left him aggravated. His animal was standing its ground, considering the two tigers. It all made sense now. Why he had been drawn from the cabin, why his circling marches during the night kept getting longer as his Bonding became more intense. It was because of Ash and the tigress. She must have been in the area since he got there, messing with his head and senses, and Slate must have smelled trouble in the form of his brother as well.
     
    Ash stood quietly, his head cocked to the side. They were an impressive sight, the three tigers together. Slate was the biggest of the three, but Ash matched him closely. The tigress was smaller, her coat a fainter orange and her stripes thinner. Just a few feet of ground separated the three of them, the distance seeming immeasurably long and, at the same time, so short to Slate. Finally, he could not take it any longer. His change took him, and as quickly as the man had become a tiger, the tiger became a man again, soaked to the bone by the rain. Ash followed his lead but the tigress didn’t, instead sitting back on her haunches and staring at Slate with the dull, dead eyes of a woman who knows and accepts her fate. It killed him, but the primal part of him that had been itching to tear Teresa’s clothes off all week was getting dangerously close to considering the same regarding her. It disgusted him.
     
    “Why are you here, Ash?” Slate asked, his voice strained. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Teresa peer out