Secret Baby Lion: A BBW Lion-Shifter Romance (Shift Your Fate Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

sleep with in too much of a hurry to re-apply it. She felt horny and wild and capable of anything. The alcohol had gone to her head, her temples pulsed with adrenaline, and her heart pumped with… that feeling she didn’t like, that feeling that made her feel stupid and embarrassed. That feeling she needed to drown in more alcohol and more kisses. But it had to be a different man this time. A man she didn’t know, a man who could make her forget the one she had refused and the guilt that she hadn’t run far, far away from him earlier. She should have run. She would run. She couldn’t live in this city anymore. But before she made her escape, she still had this one night.
    She noticed him as she was drinking her second gin and scanning the room. He noticed her and immediately stood up, as if someone had just lit a fire under him. He strolled towards her, and she let her eyes wander all over his body as he walked confidently, the people around him making way for him as he passed. It was as if they felt his power and bowed under his authority, even if he never graced them with a glance. He was tall and handsome, built like a rock. Olivia licked her lips as she took in his tight abs, strong chest, bulky arms, and wide shoulders. Yes, this man could make her forget everything. And he would, she had no doubt. He was walking straight towards her, he had no intention to stop. When he took the bar stool next to her, bought her a drink, and told her his name, Olivia’s knees shook a little, goosebumps rose on her skin, and her nipples hardened under the soft fabric of her yellow dress.
    They didn’t talk much. Actually, she didn’t talk much. Tristan asked her a lot of questions, showed interest in her hobbies, wanted to know what she did for a living and, most importantly, how come a gorgeous woman such as herself was alone at a club. Olivia drank her third gin, smiled mysteriously from behind her glass, and gave him the vaguest answers. She never asked any questions in turn. She wasn’t interested in this handsome stranger’s life, career, or hobbies. She was, however, very curious to find out what was hiding inside his ridiculously tight jeans.
    Then they danced, and danced, and danced. Her full curves pressed up against his chiseled muscles, their faces inches apart, their lips almost touching, green eyes boring into intense blue orbs. Tristan had the most amazing blue eyes Olivia had ever seen. And oh, how she loved his long, blond hair. She had never dated a long-haired guy before, so she couldn’t wait to run her fingers through that soft, golden mane. When he kissed her, hard and deep, his tongue seeking her relentlessly, Olivia loved the way his neatly trimmed beard scratched the delicate skin around her mouth. And he smelled so good! It wasn’t the cologne he was wearing; it was his own personal scent. It drove Liv mad with lust, made her drunk with desire. And she was already quite drunk thanks to the numerous glasses of gin she had failed to refuse when she knew she probably should have. In her state, it would have been the sensible thing to do. On the other hand, Olivia had stopped being sensible the moment she had thought it wouldn’t be such a big deal to sleep with the man she had just run away from. What had saved her had been a split second of lucidity, when she had realized her actions would hurt everyone she cared about, and ruin her forever.
    She had been sensible enough for one night. Storming out of the man’s apartment at the last moment… Olivia was proud of herself. The guilt was still there, burning steadily in the pit of her stomach, but Liv was doing her best to ignore it and focus on the thought that, eventually, she had done the right thing. She wasn’t such a horrible person, after all. The strong arms enveloping her gently, the unique scent of the tall, drop-dead-gorgeous stranger who called himself Tristan Ward… all these helped, too. If she was lucky, his body would make her forget