Buying a Mate (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 8) Read Online Free

she’d tell a man to go to hell, to get out and never call her again. Who did he think he was? They hardly knew each other and here he was trying to…
    He wasn’t trying to do anything. He was doing.
    He was kissing her; tongue lapping at her lips and then she opened for him, letting him inside. He tasted her, caressing her mouth, and she couldn’t stay still. She returned the favor, teasing and tempting him with her attentions. Her nipples pebbled as her arousal blossomed, body yearning for Taron. Begging for more and whining that it wasn’t enough.
    Taron’s bulge was hot and hard, branding her with his desire, and she couldn’t have stopped her next move had she tried. And well, she didn’t try. She wanted the friction, the extra caress that came with rocking her hips. She rolled them, teasing him with the small movement, and taunting herself as well. Her pussy clenched, mind imagining the feel of him inside her, stroking her sheath with his long, thick cock.
    He gripped her hips, fingers digging into her plump flesh, and controlled her movements. He encouraged her to shift this way and then that way, increasing the pressure only to have him ease away. They imitated what she desired so desperately. Fucking. Hot. Slow. Fast. Burning… He made her burn.
    Perhaps the place for him wasn’t on the couch or in the guest room. It was beside her—inside her. Over and over again.
    Her pussy clenched, body telling her that was the perfect answer. Her clit twitched and he seemed to know she needed more pressure there. He tore at her pencil skirt, snatching the fabric and tugging until the small slit at the back parted and gave them more space.
    River found herself perched on the decorative table in the entryway, Taron easing between her spread thighs, hands snatching, pulling and tugging at her skirt. His cloth-covered cock fit snugly against the barrier of her panties, but there was no missing the wetness on the bit of silk and lace, nor did she miss the insane heat that unfurled from his body.
    Heat. True heat. Proof of his dragon’s presence and she… loved it. Relished it. Reveled in it. The parts of her that called for Taron screamed she should go further, take more from him, take all of him.
    And River…
    “Oh. My. God.”
    River wanted to kill the owner of that voice.
    * * *
    His gorgeous curvy mate’s sudden stiffness and the harsh scent of distress flooding the air were the only things that kept Taron in place. His need to protect and shield her overrode his first instincts. His dragon roared in fury, wanting to turn, transform just enough of his body and roast whoever had interrupted them.
    He didn’t. Instead he changed his position slightly so River was mostly concealed behind his body and whispered his lips over her neck.
    “Friends of yours, baby girl?” he rumbled, making sure to add enough dragon in his voice so his status as a shifter was unmistakable. At the same time he allowed his scales to ripple over his skin and spread down his arms to coat his human flesh.
    She’d wanted to parade an unsuitable mate in front of everyone, so he was going to make damn sure she got it.
    “Yes!” she squeaked, then… “No! Family. Kind of.”
    He paused enough to scent the air. The scent was close to his mate’s yet off a little. “Sisters?”
    “Half,” the voice behind them announced, the tone cool and imperious — totally at odds with the level of her sexual interest he could scent in the air. Not that he cared. He had his mate in his arms and once a dragon found his mate, all other women paled in comparison.
    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, River? In the hallway of all places. Where anyone could see you?”
    “Theresa,” River started, but he cut her off with a chuckle, rubbing his chest against her breasts. Those hardened nipples branded him through the thin cloth covering his chest and the knowledge that he’d aroused her satisfied his dragon. Deliberately he nuzzled the soft spot