Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) by Celia Kyle Read Free Book Online

captivity since he was five years old. She was sure he had been with women just as she was sure she didn’t want to hear about it. “And after today you’ll be mine. Just don’t ever tell me about anyone else or even give me a number. You could’ve been a man whore before today but I don’t want to know about it.”
    “Look at you getting all jealous.” That grin was way too satisfied.
    “Shaddup and mate me already.”
    Apparently she didn’t have to ask twice. Oscar gave her a real kiss this time. He captured her lips in a passionate meeting of their mouths, his tongue immediately delving into her and stroking her tongue with his own. She sank into the connection, mimicking each delicious slide and lick that he gifted her, and giving the same in return. When he suckled her tongue, she did as well, enjoying the moan that it drew from his chest. His hardness pulsed against her, and she reveled in his response to her inexperienced attentions.
    Yeah, she was a virgin into her late twenties, but at least she was giving him pleasure despite her inexperience.
    She used her hold to practically crawl up his body. She wanted more, she wanted to kiss him deeper.
    And he let her. Oscar wrapped his hands around her and instead of clutching her waist, his grip went lower until he cupped her ass. One gentle squeeze and a slight lift, and she realized what he desired. She let him take her weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist until they were intimately connected. Her bare center rested over his long and thick length. She’d touched herself in the past—she was a virgin, not ignorant—but this was so much more. The heat that seared her despite his pants, sang through her blood and the way he kneaded and squeezed her ass merely added to the gathering bliss. And he hadn’t even stroked the source of her pleasure yet. She was gonna die. Keel over from the ecstasy.
    The continued squeeze and release had her moving with him. She rocked her hips, taking joy in the added pleasure of sliding along his shaft. If this was just a little bit of foreplay…
    Oscar moved, jarring her with every heavy step, and then they collided with a hard wall. He had her pinned with his body, slightly bent thighs now supporting her as he removed his hands from her ass and pulled out of their kiss. His mouth still hovered near and they shared breath as he leaned back.
    “Need skin. Need to see you. Touch you.”
    “Yes,” she hissed.
    He went to work on her towel, quickly undoing the knot that kept it in place while she—with the help of her cat—yanked and tore at his shirt until he was topless. What seemed like miles of tanned skin were exposed, each rise and fall beckoning and tempting her to taste him. One look told her he was gorgeous. That had never been in question. But this… was beyond her dreams.
    “Don’t look at me like that or you’ll have me coming in my jeans.”
    She didn’t believe him, not really, how could she? Then she tore her attention from his wide chest and solid abdomen to meet his gaze. She realized he was telling the truth. There was no mistaking the arousal and need that filled his features. She’d done that. Hillary Stewart of the nearly thirty virginity.
    “Can’t have that,” she murmured. “I want you inside me first.”
    Oscar’s moan transformed to a growl. “Witch.”
    “But yours.”
    “Mine,” he confirmed.
    She reached around him, burying her fingers in his hair while resting her forearms on his shoulders. She held herself steady as she rocked her hips, drawing out the pleasure of moving against him. “Want to be yours,” she panted. “So bad.”
    He gripped her hips, working with her as she took bliss from that blunted connection. He pressed against her, teasing and tormenting them both, and she found herself embracing the bliss that came with each flex of muscle. She was wet and hot—more than prepared for him—and she wanted nothing more than to embrace his possession.
    “Need