Complication: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Shifters Forever After Book 1) Read Online Free

night. “Laken Araya.”
    She pushed the memories away, knowing they were fraying her ability to concentrate. “Malachi Romanoff.”
    “I couldn’t remember your name.” He crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his shirt straining against his muscles. “Did you tell me?”
    I must have.
    But she couldn’t remember telling him. And she should be sad, disappointed that he didn’t remember, but…
    “I didn’t remember yours either.” The words came from her lips as if they’d been pushed out, along with the oxygen that was so vital to her survival.
    “Now what?” His eyes narrowed. His pupils were dilating, then constricting. She sensed his battle with his pulse.
    She studied him, thinking the last time they’d been together, how she’d scored his chest with her nails as she climaxed while he rammed into her over and over again, his cock claiming her as boldly as his lips took her cries into his mouth.
    She shoved the memory away. “I know you have to tell Secretary Partlay you know me.”
    He nodded.
    “We can’t let what happened that night get out. Is there something else we can say?”
    She took a deep breath and leaned on the chair, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the chair’s back.

6
    K y watched her chew on her bottom lip, turning it into a darker rose color. He’d never stopped thinking of her. He wanted her. His bear wanted her. And he wanted more than a single night from her. Surely she got that. How could she not sense it? How could she not feel the same way?
    He had to ask. “Have you thought about me since that night?”
    He’d kissed her that night, then he’d grabbed her hand and pulled her into a room at his friend’s clubhouse, a room that he knew would be completely empty. She’d gone with him, as eager, as hungry as he was. He’d closed the door behind them and secured it with a chair.
    Catching her with a hand on each of her hips, he lowered his head, his lips swooping in for a kiss. He wasn’t waiting for more of an invitation. Her moan was invitation enough. Her arms snaked around his neck, her nails digging into hair that was buzzed short, ready to withstand the heat in the Middle East.
    Her breathing was a series of small pants, drowning out the music and merriment in the other room. His tongue claimed hers, rolling into her mouth without subtlety, fully intent on its mission. He was met with a pleasant surprise when he found out she wasn’t one to yield. She pulled him closer, making his mouth crush hers. Something he didn’t recognize tinged her actions, but it fueled his hunger.
    He trailed his tongue toward her earlobe, then down the delicate skin of her neck, finding the tender little hollow. His hand eased her top up, and she raised her hands over her head to allow the fabric passage.
    “What are we doing?” Her voice was a sex-husky whisper.
    “Whatever you want to do. Are we stopping?” He lapped the hollow, then raised his tongue up, up, up, to her chin, then down, lowering it until he’d reached the top of her bra.
    “Not a chance.” She tugged on his shirt.
    His shifter sight allowed him to see well in the darkness. He marveled at the creamy mounds that rose from the half-moon cups of her lacy red bra.
    When his shirt was off, she trailed a finger down his chest, toward his navel and the downy path of hair that led into his waistband. Desire seized his breath, holding it captive in his lungs as her fingers traced the fabric just above his hips.
    “Do you know what you’re doing to me, woman?”
    He unzipped her pants, then reached a hand in, his palm over her sex. “I can feel your heat.” He slipped a finger between her folds, holding back from entering the velvet passage. “You’re wet. So ready for me.”
    Her breath hitched. He teased her opening, flirting with the channel within, but not entering it, tracing her folds, flicking over her swollen clit.
    She sagged against him, her legs parting, yielding more of herself to him,