The King takes a Mate: Paranormal Shape Shifter Alpha Male Cage Fighter Werelion pregnancy romance (Shifter Fight League Book 4) Read Online Free
stripped his clothes. Each garment hit the floor, one after the other, until he stood naked before her. The ache of need filled her again, her cat purring for the virile male mere steps away. The male it wanted for their mate, but who had yet to claim them properly.
He lifted his chin, eyes golden. The look was a challenge but the purr that trickled from his throat belied any aggression. Of the violent sort anyway. She lifted her own chin, meeting his challenge head on. His answer was to stalk her. Just a few steps until the heat of his skin whispered against hers. Before he could touch her though, she shot a hand out, placing it in the center of his broad chest and stopping him in his tracks.
The silent message was clear. They were both strong-willed, and physically he’d always be more powerful than she was, but this was because she allowed it, not the other way around.
He growled, his cat obviously not liking being denied its prize, but when he reached out to stroke two fingers under her chin, his touch was gentle. It wasn’t a commanding touch. It was a seductive one — one he knew she liked. A request for more…
She relaxed her arm and he surged forward, sweeping her up into his arms.
“Logan!” she squeaked, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him. He wouldn’t drop her, she knew he wouldn’t, but the sound was instinctive. “I’m way too heavy.”
“Shut up.” He dropped a kiss on her nose and stepped into the tub. “If I can bench press small cars, I’m sure I can handle one…” He kissed her again. “Deliciously.” Another kiss. “Curvy.” A nip on her lower lip. “Little kitten.”
The moan escaped her without permission as he bent his head and kissed her thoroughly—a long, heat-filled tangle of lips and tongue that wiped her mind of everything but him. Eventually, he lifted his head to look at her and the expression there stole her breath.
“I love you, Zara. Never forget that.”
The obvious emotion in his voice and the honesty in his eyes made hers tear up. Since she’d found out about the cub, her damn emotions had been in overdrive. Swallowing back the thick feeling in her throat, she nodded and leaned in to press her lips against his.
“I love you too,” she whispered, his little purr of happiness triggering her own as he lowered them both into the bath. The warm water welcomed them into its fragranced embrace, lapping against her skin in a sensual caress.
Words weren’t needed as he turned her to straddle him, the water sloshing against the side of the tub as they moved. His gaze intent and focused on hers, he reached up to slide his fingers through the hair at the back of her neck. His cock throbbed between them, trapped in the slick grove of her pussy lips as he pulled her down to claim her lips again.
She parted for him instantly, groaning as he thrust his tongue in to tangle with hers. She’d never tire of kissing him—or anything kissing led to for that matter. Just something about the way he kissed did it for her, slid past her defenses and rendered her pliant and eager in his arms.
With a masculine groan, his grip tightened and he held her still to plunder the soft delights of her mouth. He nibbled and licked at her lips before catching the lower one between his teeth and tugging gently. The tiny bite was enough to set her on fire, her soft moan of surrender accompanied by the gentle slap of water against the side of the over-sized tub.
His hands slid down her sides, lingering in the cello curve of her waist, then continued on to cup her ass. This time it was his turn to groan as he gripped her hips and slid her up and down his engorged shaft, teasing them both. She moaned against his lips, dueling with his tongue, and rolled her hips at the end of his slide. The movement ground her clit against the hardness of his cock and he broke away to curse.
“Playing one up, kitten?” he murmured, abandoning her mouth to trail his lips against her jaw
He lifted his chin, eyes golden. The look was a challenge but the purr that trickled from his throat belied any aggression. Of the violent sort anyway. She lifted her own chin, meeting his challenge head on. His answer was to stalk her. Just a few steps until the heat of his skin whispered against hers. Before he could touch her though, she shot a hand out, placing it in the center of his broad chest and stopping him in his tracks.
The silent message was clear. They were both strong-willed, and physically he’d always be more powerful than she was, but this was because she allowed it, not the other way around.
He growled, his cat obviously not liking being denied its prize, but when he reached out to stroke two fingers under her chin, his touch was gentle. It wasn’t a commanding touch. It was a seductive one — one he knew she liked. A request for more…
She relaxed her arm and he surged forward, sweeping her up into his arms.
“Logan!” she squeaked, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him. He wouldn’t drop her, she knew he wouldn’t, but the sound was instinctive. “I’m way too heavy.”
“Shut up.” He dropped a kiss on her nose and stepped into the tub. “If I can bench press small cars, I’m sure I can handle one…” He kissed her again. “Deliciously.” Another kiss. “Curvy.” A nip on her lower lip. “Little kitten.”
The moan escaped her without permission as he bent his head and kissed her thoroughly—a long, heat-filled tangle of lips and tongue that wiped her mind of everything but him. Eventually, he lifted his head to look at her and the expression there stole her breath.
“I love you, Zara. Never forget that.”
The obvious emotion in his voice and the honesty in his eyes made hers tear up. Since she’d found out about the cub, her damn emotions had been in overdrive. Swallowing back the thick feeling in her throat, she nodded and leaned in to press her lips against his.
“I love you too,” she whispered, his little purr of happiness triggering her own as he lowered them both into the bath. The warm water welcomed them into its fragranced embrace, lapping against her skin in a sensual caress.
Words weren’t needed as he turned her to straddle him, the water sloshing against the side of the tub as they moved. His gaze intent and focused on hers, he reached up to slide his fingers through the hair at the back of her neck. His cock throbbed between them, trapped in the slick grove of her pussy lips as he pulled her down to claim her lips again.
She parted for him instantly, groaning as he thrust his tongue in to tangle with hers. She’d never tire of kissing him—or anything kissing led to for that matter. Just something about the way he kissed did it for her, slid past her defenses and rendered her pliant and eager in his arms.
With a masculine groan, his grip tightened and he held her still to plunder the soft delights of her mouth. He nibbled and licked at her lips before catching the lower one between his teeth and tugging gently. The tiny bite was enough to set her on fire, her soft moan of surrender accompanied by the gentle slap of water against the side of the over-sized tub.
His hands slid down her sides, lingering in the cello curve of her waist, then continued on to cup her ass. This time it was his turn to groan as he gripped her hips and slid her up and down his engorged shaft, teasing them both. She moaned against his lips, dueling with his tongue, and rolled her hips at the end of his slide. The movement ground her clit against the hardness of his cock and he broke away to curse.
“Playing one up, kitten?” he murmured, abandoning her mouth to trail his lips against her jaw
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