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

elastic to find her damp center.
    And dear God, he was all heavily carved muscles and fierce strength. He’d held her like she weighed nothing and she’d never felt more secure, more protected, in her life.
    Then, if his teasing touch hadn’t been enough, he’d busted out his scales.
    Now she really wanted to lick him, to discover if his skin and scales tasted the same or if they felt any different than his flesh. There’d been a sting on her hip just before he’d released her— his claws —and she wondered what it’d feel like to have them scrape more than just her hips.
    My breasts… my ass… my pussy.
    She shuddered, a wave of craving washing over her. On its heels was another punch of anger at Theresa. That passionate kiss wouldn’t have been the end of their coming together. She had no doubt it would have continued, moving from the entryway, down the hallway and on to her bedroom.
    Her bedroom that they’d share for the next year as pretend husband and wife.
    A rush of cold water blanketed her, crushing her simmering arousal. Pretend husband and wife. Pretend.
    Had he been pretending when he shoved his tongue down her throat? Maybe he’d heard Theresa’s approach with his super-dragon hearing and that was why he wrapped his arms around her, why his talented fingers skated over her skin and aroused her.
    Had it all been a game of “let’s fool the human”?
    “Are you listening to me?” Theresa’s snapping voice brought River from her musings and back to the problem at hand. The problem of getting her half-sister out of her condo without bloodshed.
    Because, really, she wasn’t sure Taron had been kidding.
    “No, actually, I wasn’t.” River picked at a piece of lint on her skirt, ignoring the other woman simply because Theresa hated it.
    Yes, she was that petty.
    “When you have something worth hearing,” she smoothed the wrinkled fabric. They’d retreated to the living room and she ignored the fact that her bare skin from behind the knee to upper thigh rested on her leather couch. The surface was a cold shock and now it slowly warmed to her body heat.
    They’d really gotten hot and heavy, cloth tearing as he’d fought to gain access to her pussy. He couldn’t have been playing a game when he’d been that frantic, right?
    “River,” another snap from Theresa. “Pay attention.”
    Taron tensed at her side, the stiffening barely perceptible. No more than a hardening of the muscles of his leg against hers and the squeeze of his hand on her shoulder. A deep vibration traveled from him to her and she realized he was growling. Low enough not to be heard by human ears, but there was no missing the trembles sliding through her body.
    River didn’t hesitate to lay her hand on his thigh and gave him a gentle stroke.
    Of course that earned a sneer from Theresa. “I can’t believe you’re playing this stupid game, River.”
    She held onto her temper—barely. “It’s not a game. I’m getting married in three days to Taron.”
    Her half-sister wrinkled her nose, flicking a distasteful glance over the man at her side. “He looks nice enough to fuck, but we both know he’s not the type of man to marry you .”
    “Because I’m a bastard?”
    She sniffed. “Among other things.”
    The growl became audible, sliding through the air, and Theresa didn’t have the sense to keep quiet.
    “No one wants to hear from the window dressing.”
    Oh dear God, Theresa really was gonna die. River might not have made the smartest decisions in her life, but she did read about shifters and knew males didn’t take disrespect well. Or rather, at all. Even the weakest of the men was twice as strong as a human and four times as proud.
    Disrespect? Not acceptable.
    “Theresa, get to the point.”
    Her sister sighed. “I’m simply saying we both know this is some big joke. I came over as soon as I heard you’d moved this,” Theresa looked Taron up and down. “This thing into your condo.”
    “And how, pray