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

under her ear and slid his hand up her thigh. He stroked the lace edge of her panties.
    Yeah, they were in the hallway. Inside the hallway of River’s condo.
    “Come on, baby girl. She could only have gotten in with a key and maybe she’s into watching…”
    River squeaked, a red flush hitting her cheeks hard and fast as his fingertips slipped under the damp fabric of her panties. The first brush of his fingertips between her slick pussy lips almost unmanned him. His cock throbbed, straining against his jeans. He wanted nothing more than to free his dick and sink into her pussy in one fierce thrust. He was caught by his own deception, desperate to get the sister gone so they could finish what they started.
    Fuck. Claim. Mine .
    She simply didn’t know it yet.
    “Who the hell is this… person , River?” Theresa demanded.
    He looked over his shoulder to find a stuck-up looking woman framed in the doorway with her arms folded and a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.
    “This is…” River wheezed and he stroked her again, teasing around her clit. Her slick cream coated his skin and he ached to taste her, have her juices flow over his tongue. “Ohmygod, Taron...stop it!” she hissed, glaring and trying to move his hand. Not happening. He’d found heaven. He sure as hell wasn’t leaving now. “This is Taron...my…”
    He grinned and stroked again, wanting her off balance. Wanting her nice and hot and wet. Screw the sister. She could watch if she wanted. He had to claim River. Now.
    “ TaronJonesmyfiancewe’regettingmarriedinthreedays ,” she said all in a rush and pushed him. Hard. Her glare warned him he’d be sleeping on the couch, perhaps the balcony, if he didn’t behave.
    He absorbed the shove without effort and pulled his hand away. Taking a half step back, he turned, still concealing River with his body so she could put her clothing right and looked down at the stuck-up bitch currently trying to look down her nose at him. Kinda hard to do when he was over a foot taller than her.
    He brought his damp fingers to his mouth, lapped at the digits, and moaned with the salty sweet flavors that slid over his tongue. His dick throbbed, straining against his zipper and he was this close to turning back to River and stripping them both. He’d sink into his mate over and over again, her half-sister be damned. But the soft rustle of cloth reminded him his mate probably wouldn’t appreciate a rough fuck against the wall and the scent of her distress was unmistakable.
    Which meant he had to draw the woman’s full attention.
    “She liked it so much she plans to put a ring on it,” he grinned. He didn’t see the stuck up Theresa as someone who’d let loose with a little Beyonce, and the confusion on her face told him she was definitely lost.
    “You...she…” Bitch-sister blinked, obviously struggling with the reality she now found herself in. “You’re a dragon.”
    “Fuck me, you’re bright, aren’t you?” he threw back, making no attempt to be pleasant. “You know what people who’ve pissed off a dragon would tell you?”
    She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “What?”
    “Fuck all. They’re dead.” He grinned, nicely, not even showing all his teeth despite his dragon’s best effort to push his fangs free.
    River shoved him hard in the back. “Taron, darling, stop pretending you’ll eat Theresa. You can’t... until I tell you that you can.”
     

Chapter Four
     
    River would really like Taron to eat her half-sister and not in a happy fun times way. That type of eating was reserved for River. Assuming he wanted to, of course. Because she sure as hell wanted to climb him like a tree and lick him from head to toe. Her pussy throbbed with unfulfilled desire, sex lips slick with her wetness. Her clit pulsed and ached, silently begging to be stroked and touched.
    The kiss stoked the fires of her need and then he’d teased her pussy, stroking her cloth-covered mound before dipping beneath the