Roaring for Him (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Wicked in Wilder Book 1) Read Free

wolf reminded him names weren’t necessary, bringing their bodies together was. His cock twitched with the idea, the image of them clinging together in bed, him baring his teeth and her tilting her head, giving him the perfect opportunity to bite…
    He sucked in a harsh breath, intent on releasing it slowly to hopefully calm his rampaging need, but what came with that inhale…
    Sweet. Musky with a hint of sugar and his mouth immediately watered with the desire to lap up those flavors. Arousal. Desire. Need. Her need.
    For him. He had no doubt that the flush in her cheeks and the cream now soaking her panties was for him. A low rumble built in his chest, his wolf making its desires known as the animal overpowered his control. It wanted this female—Tilly—writhing beneath them. This wasn’t lust, wasn’t the craving for a quick meaningless fuck. No, he wanted hours with Tilly. Days.
    Years…
    Years?
    The wolf purred. Years.
    Another quick inhale, another wave of her delicious scent, another twitch of his dick. Dammit. He wasn’t a fucking kid anymore. He wasn’t going to come in his jeans.
    The young female at his side, half-shifter if his nose was anything to go by, sniffed once… then twice… then…
    “ Ew. Gross. Can you two keep your nose boners in your pants for, like, a second?” The girl shuddered and focused on Tilly. Tilly with an even brighter red face.
    She was gorgeous all flustered and embarrassed like that.
    The teen wasn’t done. “Seriously, Tilly. Can I go meet—”
    “Did you leave the front door unlocked? If you did, who’s manning the counter?” Tilly immediately snapped back and his dick went even harder. Dayum.
    “Umm…” Phoebe blew a bubble and popped her gum. At the same moment, the bell above the front door jingled. Phoebe winced and scrunched her nose. “Be right back.”
    Mitchell kept his eyes on the young girl as she strolled toward the front of the building, ponytail bouncing and gum popping the whole way. “Welcome to Bless Your Tart. How can I help you?”
    Tilly cleared her throat, drawing his attention, and he stared transfixed as she pushed to her feet. She was shorter than his six feet, but not too short. Maybe five-seven, five-eight. A nice size to tuck against him at night. That was a plus.
    Another plus that came with her new position was he could now see her trim waist, wide flare of her hips, and snug jeans that encased her legs. They outlined her thighs nicely, giving him a glimpse of the heaven that lingered between them. He could imagine those legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close as he filled her over and over again.
    This time she didn’t clear her throat so much as call his attention to the fact that he was being rude and staring at her cloth-covered pussy. “A. Hem.”
    He grinned. He couldn’t help it. She tried to look all offended, but the flush in her cheeks, the desire in her eyes, and the scent of her arousal told him her lips would be dripping with lies if she tried to deny him. How had he missed her? Wilder was decent sized, but he didn’t think it was so big that he wouldn’t have come in contact with her before now.
    “Hi,” he smiled and extended his hand, not missing the small tremble that wracked her body. “Mitchell. I think you called the Blake house this morning?”
    Tilly licked her lips and he ached to capture her tongue between his own. “Right. Yes. I was calling about the order for ten dozen Dudeless Dongs and Babeless Boobs. We had a small issue with the Babeless cookies and I was calling to make alternate delivery arrangements.”
    Her cheeks reddened further with each word until she looked like she was sporting a head-to-toe blush. The only thing that’d truly tell him if it was head-to-toe would be if she stripped for him. Slowly.
    Maybe next time.
    “I was under the impression they were to be picked up at eight.” He glanced at his watch, noting the time. “It’s seven forty.”
    “Right,” she