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

make sure you get them on time.”
    He stared at her, this small, red-haired package and the parts of him that wanted to fuck her into next week now wanted to cradle her closely and calm her. Soothe whatever the hell was wrong with her.
    “Tilly…” the teen whined, and he immediately called for his wolf.
    The girl was a half-shifter, a bear, but still half. He could easily subdue her with his dominance, his innate power born to every alpha, and figure out what the hell was going on. “What do you think a pearl necklace is? Who told you and why did you think it was appropriate to decorate your sister’s cookies in that way?”
    Phoebe stiffened and narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a glare that would have made a lesser wolf tremble.
    Mitchell was not a lesser wolf.
    “You can’t just come in here—” Oh, Tilly didn’t like his attitude.
    Tough.
    “It’s when a guy you know on a girl’s chest, Marcia Langston said, and because you ordered Dudeless Dongs. I thought you could put them side by side on the table.” The smile he got was blinding and filled with innocence and light. She was good. He had to give her that. She looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
    “ Phoebe Lynn Price ,” Tilly hissed the girl’s name.
    Mitchell raised a single eyebrow. “Marcia? Really .” The confirmation was in the girl’s embarrassed gaze. Without another word, he whipped out his cell phone. Sure, wolves were highly sexed and he knew those in his pack were having hooking ups before eighteen, but… come on.
    It took less than ten seconds to shoot his beta—Marcia’s older brother—a quick text message. Ask Marcia if she wants to tell you about pearl necklaces and Phoebe Price.
    That done, he focused on the two women currently staring off against each other. One he wanted to bend over the desk and fuck until neither of them could walk and the other… He wanted her to be anywhere but here .
    “Miss Price?” He softly touched Tilly’s shoulder, jolting with the bolt of electricity that zinged through him with the connection. His wolf howled louder than it ever had and strained against his mental bindings. His gums ached, desperate to break free and sink into her flesh.
    “McBride,” they said in unison.
    “Okay.” He wondered why they had different last names, but that was a discussion for another time. “Miss McBride? Give me your cell number. I’ll text you the time and address.”
    Tilly narrowed her eyes and glared at him. “And you can’t write it down because…”
    Mitchell shrugged. “Because that won’t give me your number.”
    “You don’t want my number,” she growled and his dick jerked. She needed to stop being so sexy.
    “Oh, God . More nose boners. Get a room, you two,” the teen huffed and spun, heading toward the front.
    Mitchell grinned, waiting until the girl was gone before speaking. “You can’t pretend you’re unaffected.”
    She sniffed. “I can pretend whatever I want.”
    “Your sister is a half-shifter and I’m thinking you are, too, even though I don’t know what kind. You know what I am. You know I can scent you, Tilly.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, I assume you’re a wolf, but can you just pretend you can’t smell me?”
    “Not happening. Ever.” Especially not with her. “Give me your number.”
    “No, it’s not necessary.” She shook her head and he wondered if she knew the longer she denied him, the more his wolf wanted her. “I just need a time and place.”
    “You’re being difficult about this,” he murmured and she sighed in relief, believing he’d given up.
    He hadn’t. He’d simply take a different approach.
    “I’m not being difficult, I’m being professional. I apologize for the inconvenience and I’ll compensate you with a cake made for the occasion. I truly am sorry for the delay.” She pleaded with her eyes, begged him to go along with things.
    He would. For now.
    Mitchell leaned toward her, suppressing the smile