Loved by the Lion: BBW Paranormal Lion Shifter BWWM Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Zoe Chant
pursued him only moments before. The interruption had embarrassed her.
She took a deep breath and he knew what was coming. "Maybe this isn't such a great idea – at least right now."
A shout of laughter went up in the other room. Cole guessed their little visitor had returned with a tale to tell.
"You mean because there are twenty people right there in the other room?" he asked dryly, though his heart was still pounding and his breathing was harsh around the words.
"Something like that." She gave him a quick smile and adjusted her shirt, smoothing it down before leaving, though not without a regretful look back.
Cole sighed, leaning back against the counter and running a hand over his face. Desire ran hot through his blood, pounding in his ears in a fierce rhythm. It might not be the right time or the right place, but so help him, he needed her, and badly. Or at least his lion seemed to think he did.
If she wasn't there, the next thing he wanted to do was think about what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted. She'd be so tight around him, and he could easily imagine her breath hot in his ear. And that moan! He wanted to hear it again and again and again.
But he wasn't going to jack off in the kitchen, and he wasn't going out there in front of everyone with a hard-on. He forced his mind away from thoughts about Kira, as difficult as that was.
She'd be alone, or close enough, tomorrow morning while everyone else was busy.
But the alpha had to lead the pride on the hunt.
Well, an alpha had to.
Two birds, one stone. Cole had a plan.
Chapter Five
Kira
The coffee burned Kira’s lips at first sip. She was out on the back porch in one of the swings. The enormous house was silent now, although it had been bustling with activity earlier.
She had been awoken by the whole house rising in the morning to go out hunting, drifting downstairs just as everyone was leaving. In the hustle and bustle she hadn’t seen Cole.
Not that she’d been sure she wanted to. The night before had been . . . intense, not to mention intensely embarrassing . She wasn’t sure what she would have said to Cole if she had seen him. The moment they’d been interrupted, she had reminded herself of Gunnar and what had happened the last time she went out with someone on a whim.
Not that Cole and Gunnar seemed much alike. Cole was gentle and strong and undeniably sexy, where Gunnar had been conceited and a little slimy. But the principle stood. Even if she’d been disappointed at their interruption.
Kira indulged herself in remembering the night before. She’d run her hands over his solid chest, just dipping below the hem of his shirt to feel the hot skin beneath. And his arms, so strong and well-muscled and wrapped tightly around her . . .
“Am I interrupting?”
Kira nearly dropped her coffee. Speak of the devil. Instead of scorching herself, she offered a smile and blew on her coffee. “Good morning!” she said brightly, determined to ward off any potential awkwardness.
A smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the doorframe, looking not awkward at all. “Can I join you?”
“Feel free.” Kira smiled. She couldn't seem to stop smiling, in fact. When he sat next to her, his knee brushed hers and she felt again the spark that had roared to life between them the night before.
“We were interrupted last night,” he said lightly, his blue eyes sparkling. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation.”
Kira raised an eyebrow, unconsciously leaning closer to him. “A conversation? That’s what that was?”
He grinned, unrepentant. “Didn’t really seem like we needed words, did it?”
Flushing, she laughed. It was true: she felt an instant, solid connection to Cole unlike any she’d felt before. Earlier in the bright light of the morning she’d convinced herself it was a bad idea to get involved with him, that maybe their connection was a figment of her imagination, but now, with
She took a deep breath and he knew what was coming. "Maybe this isn't such a great idea – at least right now."
A shout of laughter went up in the other room. Cole guessed their little visitor had returned with a tale to tell.
"You mean because there are twenty people right there in the other room?" he asked dryly, though his heart was still pounding and his breathing was harsh around the words.
"Something like that." She gave him a quick smile and adjusted her shirt, smoothing it down before leaving, though not without a regretful look back.
Cole sighed, leaning back against the counter and running a hand over his face. Desire ran hot through his blood, pounding in his ears in a fierce rhythm. It might not be the right time or the right place, but so help him, he needed her, and badly. Or at least his lion seemed to think he did.
If she wasn't there, the next thing he wanted to do was think about what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted. She'd be so tight around him, and he could easily imagine her breath hot in his ear. And that moan! He wanted to hear it again and again and again.
But he wasn't going to jack off in the kitchen, and he wasn't going out there in front of everyone with a hard-on. He forced his mind away from thoughts about Kira, as difficult as that was.
She'd be alone, or close enough, tomorrow morning while everyone else was busy.
But the alpha had to lead the pride on the hunt.
Well, an alpha had to.
Two birds, one stone. Cole had a plan.
Chapter Five
Kira
The coffee burned Kira’s lips at first sip. She was out on the back porch in one of the swings. The enormous house was silent now, although it had been bustling with activity earlier.
She had been awoken by the whole house rising in the morning to go out hunting, drifting downstairs just as everyone was leaving. In the hustle and bustle she hadn’t seen Cole.
Not that she’d been sure she wanted to. The night before had been . . . intense, not to mention intensely embarrassing . She wasn’t sure what she would have said to Cole if she had seen him. The moment they’d been interrupted, she had reminded herself of Gunnar and what had happened the last time she went out with someone on a whim.
Not that Cole and Gunnar seemed much alike. Cole was gentle and strong and undeniably sexy, where Gunnar had been conceited and a little slimy. But the principle stood. Even if she’d been disappointed at their interruption.
Kira indulged herself in remembering the night before. She’d run her hands over his solid chest, just dipping below the hem of his shirt to feel the hot skin beneath. And his arms, so strong and well-muscled and wrapped tightly around her . . .
“Am I interrupting?”
Kira nearly dropped her coffee. Speak of the devil. Instead of scorching herself, she offered a smile and blew on her coffee. “Good morning!” she said brightly, determined to ward off any potential awkwardness.
A smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the doorframe, looking not awkward at all. “Can I join you?”
“Feel free.” Kira smiled. She couldn't seem to stop smiling, in fact. When he sat next to her, his knee brushed hers and she felt again the spark that had roared to life between them the night before.
“We were interrupted last night,” he said lightly, his blue eyes sparkling. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation.”
Kira raised an eyebrow, unconsciously leaning closer to him. “A conversation? That’s what that was?”
He grinned, unrepentant. “Didn’t really seem like we needed words, did it?”
Flushing, she laughed. It was true: she felt an instant, solid connection to Cole unlike any she’d felt before. Earlier in the bright light of the morning she’d convinced herself it was a bad idea to get involved with him, that maybe their connection was a figment of her imagination, but now, with
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