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

growled, his eyes remaining locked on Tilly’s as he curled his lip in a clear threat. His fang gleamed in the moonlight, her cat’s eyes easily picking up the move.
    Another wave of that power, that innate strength, manifested itself and crashed over them. A low whimper came from the trees and she realized the others had disappeared from sight but hadn’t left. “I didn’t stutter, Seth. Not this afternoon when I told you of her impending arrival and not now.”
    “She’s a cat .” Seth spat Tilly’s species as if it were a curse.
    To wolves it was.
    “She’s a guest .” Mitchell didn’t stop or slow his approach, merely strode past Seth and came to her side, curling his arm around her and laying it across her shoulders. “ My guest, Seth. Leave us.”
    She wasn’t going to address the fact that Mitchell was naked. Naked and standing beside her and his bare skin was brushing against her arm and he was a little sweaty but that just made him hotter and…
    She slowly drew in a long breath, drinking in his scent. She brushed off the stinging aroma of his anger and instead focused on him . The musk and man and forest that clung to his body. She felt herself heating, body reacting to his delicious nearness and her lioness purred in welcome. She was reacting to him, his presence, and his voice as she had earlier in the day. Wanting him. Needing him. Craving him.
    When Mitchell breathed deeply and released the air with a low rumble, she knew he scented her desire and she cursed herself. Couldn’t she keep it together in front of the guy?
    Apparently not.
    “Alpha…” Seth tried again.
    “One second. That’s all you have left. One second and then I will remove you myself.” Mitchell’s words were quiet and soft but solid and unbending. He’d get Seth away from her. Period.
    She didn’t want to acknowledge how that made her feel.
    With one last glare at Tilly, Seth spun on his heel and stomped for the tree line, tearing his clothes off as he moved. She didn’t allow herself to breathe until he was gone, her cat’s senses no longer picking up his presence. The moment she relaxed, Mitchell released her. She swallowed the threatening whine that rose in her throat, her feline pissed at the loss.
    He’d stood up for them against his own kind. His own pack . And that was a heady aphrodisiac.
    “The cookies are in the trunk?” Mitchell stepped farther away. “Pop it for me.”
    “What?” She shook her head, the rapid withdrawal and change in him practically leaving her with whiplash.
    “Pop the trunk. I’ll get the cookies and you can leave.” His words were sharp, tone brusque.
    Leave. Right. She hadn’t wanted to come anyway, so why did she care that he was kicking her off his land?
    Because she did. Because her lioness did.
    “Sure. Sorry.” She nodded and leaned into her car, tugging on the little lever that granted him access to the back of the car.
    The moment he could, he reached into the truck and grabbed a couple boxes. “Come grab these. Take them to the house.”
    Was he talking to her? No. The other males strode from the darkness, doing as their alpha ordered and only glaring at her when Mitchell couldn’t see them. Another reason to leave and never return. In moments her car was empty, the still-nude Mitchell carrying the last two boxes.
    He strode toward her, pausing beside her for a brief moment. “Do I owe you anything?”
    Tilly shook her head. “No, it was prepaid.” She fell back on her professionalism, ignoring the lingering scent of his arousal and her own need. “Thank you for using Bless Your Tart for your event needs. Please think of us again in the future.”
    Mitchell opened his mouth as if to say something, but she didn’t want to listen to his brush off. She’d been polite and she didn’t have it in her heart to be friendly now that he was kicking her to the curb. “Have a good evening and pass my congratulations to the happy couple.”
    Without hesitating another