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

the beast told him to fuck off.
    Then it didn’t matter because Oscar was paused at the edge of the property line of his destination and found himself staring at a saggy-roofed, dilapidated house. He figured it’d crumble at any instant and he was wary of going inside. The lion wasn’t hearing any of that and instead shoved his golden fur through Oscar’s pores. His human nails slowly transformed into sharpened and thickened claws and he shuddered as he fought the beast’s attempt to take control.
    Asshole, I will lock your ass down for six months if you don’t back off.
    The lion wavered, seeming to weigh Oscar’s conviction before he finally retreated. With the cat’s step back, he breathed deeply and sought a calm that refused to materialize. Now he realized it wasn’t just his animal that wanted to race into that house. His human half did as well.
    Oscar scented the air, his animal more than happy and willing to lend its assistance. They sifted past the garbage and grime that surrounded them, hunting up the identity of those inside the building. As he grew closer to the structure, flavors drifted to him on the wind. He identified three—no, four—different males that had been in the area recently. Even within the last hour. Beneath those, hidden under the musk of the men, lingered one aroma that had him nearly roaring with joy. It was salty sweet, feminine musk and delicate strawberries—he fucking loved strawberries—and was made just for him.
    In the middle of God’s asshole he’d found his mate.
    Screw subterfuge and knocking on the door like a regular guy. Because something else was mixed in with her delicious flavors—her fear. Bone deep soul shaking fear assaulted his nose.
    Oscar jolted into a run, cat giving him extra speed and strength as he approached the front door. He didn’t pause in his stride as he broke down the panel with a fierce kick to the lock. The wood bowed and shattered with the hit, tumbling to the ground in a pile of kindling, and still he moved on. The lion was intent on finding her, on discovering her location, and then they’d kill whoever had frightened her.
    A quick scan of the great room revealed it was empty, worn couches and discarded pizza boxes filling the space. He moved on, stomping along the first hallway he reached, which brought him to the kitchen. More empty boxes littered the counters and more than a dozen empty beer bottles filled the sink. A growl drew his attention and he glanced at the back door to see Colton waiting for him. He strode to the door and using his lion strength, wrenched the knob and lock from the wood.
    “Stay the fuck out of my way.” Oscar spun toward the kitchen’s other exit and down another cramped hallway. The walls were cracked and broken in several places and the scent of anger struck him. Male anger, male fear.
    But no woman. No mate.
    But she was here…
    The first two doors he reached were open, revealing two deserted bedrooms as disgusting as the rest of the house. But at the end… stood a single closed door. A half dozen locks were embed into the wood, each requiring a key, and a long crack marred the center. He bolted toward the room, knowing it held what he sought. His lion roared in approval and padded and paced in the back of his mind. It knew about locks, knew that the man was needed at the moment so it stayed back. But later… later was another story.
    He stopped at the door and brought his nose to that single crack, breathing deeply for any hint of what lay on the other side.
    She was on the other side. She was there.
    “Can you hear me?” Oscar raised his voice, hoping to reach her.
    “You seriously need to leave.”
    Not exactly the words a man wanted to hear from his mate.
    “Can you move away from the door?”
    “Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time. You need to go .”
    “Thanks for the tip,” Oscar drawled. “But how about you step back? Because I’m about to kick this shit down.” When she didn’t