Grayslake: More than Mated: Dirty Lion Bastard (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Free Page B

welcome relief to the desire pulsing in his veins. If he were a smart man, he’d get up and leave. Immediately.
    Scottie sashayed over to his table, her wide, seductive hips swinging back and forth with each step. Shane’s erection pressed painfully hard against the seam of his jeans.
    He was not a smart man.
    “Hi,” she said. The corners of her mouth dipped down, creating a sexy pout. Shane was ninety-nine percent certain the side effect of making his dick throb was entirely unintentional.
    She set down the beer and pushed the two shots next to the tall, frosted glass.
    “Thanks,” Shane said, swallowing the knot in his throat as he imagined bending her over and fucking her until she screamed his name and begged for more.
    “That’ll be fifteen-fifty. Six for the beer and five and a quarter for each shot.”
    He lifted his hip, an uncomfortable feat thanks to his raging hard-on, and pulled out his wallet. He plucked a twenty-dollar bill. “Do you have any rooms available?”
    She blushed again, and her scent of jasmine and oranges took on the headier, earthier fragrance of lust. Goddamn, she wanted him too. Her green eyes glowed almost iridescently as she licked her lips.
    His lips tugged into a grin. “Something with a bed big enough for two.”
    Scottie swiped the twenty off the table, and without a word, she hurried away. The sight of her coming or going had him fantasizing about coming and coming .
    One night, he reminded himself. A last meal, so to speak, since he probably wouldn’t live past tomorrow.
    ****
    “I can’t go back over there,” Scottie said.
    “Did you at least get his name?”
    “Shane.”
    “Well, there is nothing wrong with occasionally getting your bell rung, and that man looks like he’d be a prize-winning ringer.”
    “A one-night-stand with a lion shifter? No, thank you.” The only thing she knew about lion shifters were what Tig and Lin had told her about the Leone Pride. Her mom and aunt had been born there when Rex Solomon Walker had been in charge. When her mom fell in love with a human, Solomon killed him and banished Lin from the Pride.
    Scottie had been a newborn at the time. Solomon was a lion shifter who believed in the purity of the races, and that women should defer and obey their men in all things. In other words, he was a misogynistic, racist twat. While Shane didn’t seem like a racist, after all, he was in a room full of mixed shifters, did Scottie really want to chance that he didn’t believe the same archaic notions about women?
    Tig patted Scottie’s cheek. “Not all men are like the ones your mom, and I grew up with.” She looked wistfully at Tony and then smiled. “Your mother has never regretted you, Scotia. Not for one single second.”
    “I don’t like the way the guy makes me feel,” Scottie said. “I feel…soft.”
    Tig put her hand on Scottie’s. “I know I’ve told you this before, but it bears repeating. You should never be ashamed of your desires. Sex can be two things. It can be an expression of love, or it can be an expression of pleasure. If you’re lucky, it can be both, but either way, it’s a beautiful thing to take joy in your body.”
    “Can we change the subject, please?”
    “Sure.” Tig smiled, mischievousness brightening her pale green eyes. “Hey, you!” she shouted across the room, her voice carrying over a slow-playing country song. “Yeah, you cutie.” She pointed to Shane. “Get your sweet ass over here.”
    “Oh, God.” Scottie, mortified by her aunt’s big brass balls, diagramed an escape route in her head. “What are you doing?”
    “You like this boy.” She raised a brow when all six-foot-five inches of Shane stood up. “By the looks of things, he likes you right back.”
    Holy shit. He had a bulge in his jeans that both scared Scottie and mesmerized her. She took off her apron. “I’m outta here. Get Tony to bus tables because I’m gone.”
    Tig grabbed Scottie by the back of her shirt. “Hold