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

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Book: Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) Read Free
Author: Celia Kyle
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, BBW, WereLion
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immediately respond, he began a verbal countdown. “I’m kicking in one, two—”
    “They’re going to come back and—”
    Oscar swallowed the growl that leapt to his lips. “Do you want them to come back? Do you want to be locked up like this?”
    His mate snorted. “As much as I want a hole in the head, but I also don’t want them killing you either.”
    “Thanks for the vote of confidence. Now—”
    “Don’t get your fur in a bunch. I don’t know you from Adam. You could be weak and not able to fight them. I mean, Johnny is really big and… I mean, how strong can an omega’s mate be? I mean, really?”
    Omega… Sweetness and light… Soothing and calming… And everything his mate was not. At least, he didn’t note those features in her based on their quick exchange.
    “At least you recognize I’m your mate, kitty. Now, step back because I’m coming in.” Without hesitation, he retreated one pace, raised his leg, and kicked the locks that held his mate captive. He thought he heard her mutter something about asshole lions who deserved a kick in the head, but he was too focused on freeing her to bother asking her to repeat herself. Aided by his lion, it took one violent strike and the panel was torn off its hinges. It exploded inward, raining bits of wood, and Oscar scanned the room for his mate.
    It didn’t take him long to find her. Not because the room was small or there were no places to hide. No, it was because the moment the dust cleared he found her standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, and a furious glare in place.
    “I should just gut you now and save them the trouble.”
    Oscar grinned. “Aww, it’s good to know you care.”
    She narrowed her eyes further. “Crazed asshole.”
    “ Your crazed asshole and as long as you acknowledge that, we’ll be just fine.”
    Fine in more ways than one because his mate was… Damned fine.
    She was five and a half feet of spitfire and seduction and even if she was glaring daggers at him, he was hard as a rock. Her midnight hair was peppered with white dust and there were a few smudges of dirt marring her pale face, but neither detracted from her beauty. And those eyes… They alternated from a brown so dark it was almost black to the pure amber of her lioness. And her curves… Don’t get him started on her curves, on the abundance of her breasts to the dip of her waist and wide flare of her hips.
    He wondered if asking her to spin around and let him stare at her ass was going too far. A quick glance at her features, the glare that remained told him it probably was. Hmmm… Maybe when they got back to his place. He could strip her down, touch her, taste her, mate her… Yup, sounded like a plan.

Chapter Two
     
    Dayum. Da- yum . Hillary’s mate was over six feet of lickable, kissable male. Not that she was familiar with the whole practice of licking and kissing a man—she’d been under lock and key forever—but a girl could dream. Right now, she was dreaming while wide awake and in color. Fully tanned, brown haired, milk chocolate eye color. And he was within touching distance.
    As they raced down the street in a large black SUV, Oscar— Oscar she purred his name in her mind—was behind the wheel while she occupied the passenger seat. She kept stealing glances at him, noting the strength of his jaw, the thickness of his muscles, and the confidence he radiated. He was a male in control, focused entirely on driving.
    Or mostly, as his next words revealed.
    “Kitty, if you keep staring at me like that I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
    Hillary grinned and then fought to dispel the smile. At least he liked what he saw. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I mean it.”
    “Right. I—”
    Colton broke into their conversation. “If you two lovebirds are done, the light is green,” he drawled.
    Oscar curled his lip and glanced over his shoulder, a deadly expression covering his features.

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