Romance: Auctioned To The Panther: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Wild Shifters Book 2) by Ashley Hunter Read Free Book Online
Authors: Ashley Hunter
her body with his own once more, “but I like this.” He thrust shallowly up into her, relishing the way she scrambled to find purchase against the smooth, leather seats and then settled for clenching her fingers around his shoulder blades, urging him on.
“Harder,” she begged. “I need you to fuck me harder.” She moaned as he slowed down, teasing her. “Christian,” she groaned. “I was so good for you tonight, though. Don't tease me, please. I was so good. I want you to fuck me up, fuck me real good. Please.”
And there was no way he could ignore a plea like that, was there? Christian snapped his hips forwards, letting her heat envelope his full length only briefly before he pulled out and pushed back in again. After only a minute of this, his thrusts became choppy and erratic, and soon he was spilling his seed deep within her cavity, both of them coming at the same time.
They lay there in the back of the limousine for a long time, until Pearson tapped lightly on the window. Then, Christian groaned but shifted dutifully, knowing the driver was reminding him that if they slept back there, they'd wake up with kinks in their necks and backs. Still, he didn't want to disturb the sleeping angel next to him, so rather than wake her as well, he lifted her carefully into his arms and carried her gently into the house.
Chapter Six
The weekend passed in a bit of a blur. When they weren't having sex, they were recovering from having sex, and when they weren't doing either of those things, they were doing other things together like watching movies (which was invariably interrupted with more sex, and more recovery from sex). Grace didn't think she'd had as much fun on a weekend in her entire life. She certainly hadn't laughed so much in a while.
One thing that bothered her a little was the fact that they stayed in the house the whole weekend: she was starting to feel antsy and wanted to get out and see the surrounding world again. But Christian maintained that it was safer for her to stay inside and lay low for a little while, just in case. She'd been annoyed at first, until he added that also he'd be jealous of anyone else capturing her attention while they were outside—that was sweet.
On Sunday, though, she could tell something was up. Christian hadn't been there when she'd woken up from a post-coital nap, and when she'd gone looking for him, she'd found that he was tucked away in his office...with the door locked.
She stood outside for a moment wondering if she should knock, but she could hear him shouting in the phone at whoever was on the other end. Instead of knocking, she crept slowly back upstairs and feigned that she was just waking up when he returned a little while later.
There were other signs of weirdness as well. On Saturday night, she woke up alone around 3:30am. It wasn't strange to wake up by herself every so often, and it had happened numerous times over her stay there—but what was odd was that when she headed to the kitchen to get a drink of water, she was just in time to hear someone come in through the front door.
She froze on the stairwell, panicking a little at the thought that someone might be breaking in. What if it was Liam, come to take her back and sell her off to someone else who was less kind? Or what if it was someone else from the ring of criminals, like the man who was angry that Christian had outbid him at the last second? It could be anyone or anything...and they were coming her direction.
Grace swallowed hard when the light in the front hall flicked on, revealing her standing there in the middle of the stairwell, but also revealing Christian by the front door. He blinked up at her. “What are you doing up, sweetheart?” he asked, sounding and looking exhausted. “You didn't have to come looking for me.”
“I just was going to get a drink of water,” Grace said, her voice small to her own ears. The next thing she knew, she was sinking
“Harder,” she begged. “I need you to fuck me harder.” She moaned as he slowed down, teasing her. “Christian,” she groaned. “I was so good for you tonight, though. Don't tease me, please. I was so good. I want you to fuck me up, fuck me real good. Please.”
And there was no way he could ignore a plea like that, was there? Christian snapped his hips forwards, letting her heat envelope his full length only briefly before he pulled out and pushed back in again. After only a minute of this, his thrusts became choppy and erratic, and soon he was spilling his seed deep within her cavity, both of them coming at the same time.
They lay there in the back of the limousine for a long time, until Pearson tapped lightly on the window. Then, Christian groaned but shifted dutifully, knowing the driver was reminding him that if they slept back there, they'd wake up with kinks in their necks and backs. Still, he didn't want to disturb the sleeping angel next to him, so rather than wake her as well, he lifted her carefully into his arms and carried her gently into the house.
Chapter Six
The weekend passed in a bit of a blur. When they weren't having sex, they were recovering from having sex, and when they weren't doing either of those things, they were doing other things together like watching movies (which was invariably interrupted with more sex, and more recovery from sex). Grace didn't think she'd had as much fun on a weekend in her entire life. She certainly hadn't laughed so much in a while.
One thing that bothered her a little was the fact that they stayed in the house the whole weekend: she was starting to feel antsy and wanted to get out and see the surrounding world again. But Christian maintained that it was safer for her to stay inside and lay low for a little while, just in case. She'd been annoyed at first, until he added that also he'd be jealous of anyone else capturing her attention while they were outside—that was sweet.
On Sunday, though, she could tell something was up. Christian hadn't been there when she'd woken up from a post-coital nap, and when she'd gone looking for him, she'd found that he was tucked away in his office...with the door locked.
She stood outside for a moment wondering if she should knock, but she could hear him shouting in the phone at whoever was on the other end. Instead of knocking, she crept slowly back upstairs and feigned that she was just waking up when he returned a little while later.
There were other signs of weirdness as well. On Saturday night, she woke up alone around 3:30am. It wasn't strange to wake up by herself every so often, and it had happened numerous times over her stay there—but what was odd was that when she headed to the kitchen to get a drink of water, she was just in time to hear someone come in through the front door.
She froze on the stairwell, panicking a little at the thought that someone might be breaking in. What if it was Liam, come to take her back and sell her off to someone else who was less kind? Or what if it was someone else from the ring of criminals, like the man who was angry that Christian had outbid him at the last second? It could be anyone or anything...and they were coming her direction.
Grace swallowed hard when the light in the front hall flicked on, revealing her standing there in the middle of the stairwell, but also revealing Christian by the front door. He blinked up at her. “What are you doing up, sweetheart?” he asked, sounding and looking exhausted. “You didn't have to come looking for me.”
“I just was going to get a drink of water,” Grace said, her voice small to her own ears. The next thing she knew, she was sinking
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