Roaring for Him (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Wicked in Wilder Book 1) Read Online Free

that came with this new nearness, the shallow pants that escaped her lips and the low whimper that teased his ears. Her lips parted as if prepared for his kiss and he had to fight the animal into submission so he didn’t take her and consume her with his mouth now.
    She remained frozen, passion-glazed eyes locked on his, and instead of giving them both what they wanted, he… grabbed a pen and paper from her desktop. Staying near, but giving her a couple of inches of breathing room, he bent over and scrawled his home address on a sheet of paper.
    “Here. Eight tonight.” He licked his lips, gratified when her stare followed the movement. “Though, if you’d like to come early…”
    Tilly snatched it from his grasp. “Eight is perfect. Thank you. Bless Your Tart appreciates your understanding.”
    “I’m sure,” he murmured, amused at her attempt to settle on professional ground not two seconds after she’d practically begged for his kiss. “I’ll see you this evening then.”
    “Right.” She nodded and he turned toward the office door.
    Just as he reached the doorway, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, catching her staring at his ass. That had him smiling widely, a chuckle on his lips. “I’ll see you later, Tilly.”
    “I…”
    “Eight. Don’t forget.”
    Because he sure as hell wouldn’t.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Tilly could do this. Fast and furious. In and out. Like a cat. She’d sneak up to the gate, drop her delivery and bolt like there was no tomorrow. Right. It was a plan .
    She nibbled her lower lip as her small car crunched over the gravel driveway that led to the Wilder pack alpha’s house. Or rather, Mitchell’s house. Because of course she embarrassed the hell out of herself in front of the Wilder alpha. Of course .
    She blamed the oversight on lack of sleep and pearl necklace laced cookies. Even now, the memory of Phoebe explaining such a thing to the alpha made her cringe. She was so not winning sister/mom of the year. Tilly couldn’t even fall back on the “that’s what shifter teens do” excuse like most the other kids in Wilder. Their little mongrel family unit was made of shifters and yet they weren’t. And they definitely hadn’t been raised in a shifter pack, pride, or clan.
    Anyway, it didn’t matter. She’d drop off her cookies and never see him again. Hell, if the pack was run like others they’d encountered over the years, she wouldn’t even see him now . A quick drive up to the gate, a shove of boxes into the hands of Mitchell’s sentinels and then away she’d go.
    And if he ever came into the shop again… She’d hide. Cats did that when they were upset or hurt and she was upset so ergo, ipso facto, and all those other weird terms. She was gone .
    She released a relieved sigh, happy now that she had a plan.
    A single howl cut through the night, slicing into the darkness and sinking into her car with ease. The sound should have sent a tingle of unease down her spine. It should have concerned her—cats were not scared of dogs, just cautious—but it touched her in other ways instead. Other nipple-hardening ways and that was just wrong.
    Wrong.
    Then another howl joined the first, followed by a few yips and barks until that wolf released its moon call. With each passing moment, more and more added to the wolfen symphony until they overrode her radio. The more noise, the greater her concern —not fright—grew. The volume, the swell of howls, told her exactly what she was dealing with. Dozens of wolves.
    But they’re not after me. They’re not chasing me home from school and they’re not cornering me in an alley and they’re not…
    She rounded a final bend, slowing her vehicle as she approached a set of wide, wrought iron gates firmly shut before her. She brought it to a gentle stop, not wanting to make any sudden moves that would pique a wolf’s interest.
    Sure, the pack was out for a run, probably as a precursor to the party, but that didn’t mean the