To Lie With Lions: A BBW Shifter Romance (Wolf Rock Shifters Book 4) Read Online Free

sense of freedom. In that sense, she thought, he was the opposite of her father; he had a bond with nature and with animals. Her father pretended that such things didn’t exist.
    In Nash , Cecile saw herself. A roamer who didn’t like being held down in one place. But also an intensely private man—well, an intensely private man in well-fitting jeans which showed off a mouth-watering bulge in the front, but then again, who took notice of things like that? Other than horny female tiger shifters, that is.
    His face was beautiful ; hazel eyes against bronze skin, a square jaw with high cheekbones that looked like they’d been carved out of mahogany.
    A tuft of his light hair seemed to suspend itself over his forehead and she found herself wanting to reach out and to push it away, though it never did drop down.
    Cecile felt that she could see the lion in his human face, and told herself that it was further proof of how strong the animal in him was. In the meantime, the sleek white tiger who dominated her instincts and desires was pacing inside her as though trapped in a small cage, wanting to jump at the object of its desires. To attack him playfully, and to puncture his flesh gently with a jagged tooth. To claim his body as her own.
    This was a new sensation and Cecile found herself carried off from time to time, as though she’d been drugged. Her mind was addled and occupied with thoughts of Nash’s scent and of how his skin must feel and taste. She had to fight her inner cat just to stand still. In truth, grooming the horse was simply a way to keep her hands occupied. She began to clean out Daisy’s last hoof in order to keep from saying anything too forward.
    “All done,” she said as she let the fourth hoof drop to the ground with a thud. Daisy, who’d been half asleep through the entire process, raised her head now, wondering if she could go back to her stall and lie down.
    “All right, let’s get them tacked up,” said Nash, who grabbed the nearest saddle and flung it over the disappointed mare’s back. Daisy let out a snort of derision.
    Cecile stood back and watched. The young man’s back view was as good as his front, she thought. From behind she could see that his blond hair was close-cropped and the back of his neck was tanned, which meant that even in the winter he spent a good deal of time outside. The behaviour of a proper male, and the mark of a shifter.
    “Your parents said that you were just coming back from college,” said Cecile. Nash turned to her with an inquisitive look on his face. “Oh, when I called they mentioned it. What were you studying?”
    “ Psychology,” he said.
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. That and history. I’ve always been sort of fascinated by both.”
    “Well, I have to say, you don’t look like a psychologist or a historian.”
    “Don’t I? Well, we should fix that. Why don’t you tell me about your childhood?” he said, grinning and leaning towards her. Cecile could feel his breath on her neck.
    “All right, you’re getting there. But where’s the leather couch? I feel like I should lie down.”
    “That comes afte r the ride,” he said. “For a small fee.”
    “Excellent. A beautiful winter ride and a psychological assessment. I need both,” said Cecile. “Or did you have something different in mind with the lying down bit?”
    “Never. I’m a perfect gentleman,” said Nash, pulling back now and refocusing his attention on Daisy’s gear. “Besides, you’re so not my type.”
    As he said the last sentence, something twitched between his legs, as if protesting the words that were coming out of his mouth. His cock, it seemed, was calling him a liar.
    “Whoa, boy,” he said under his breath.
    “What was that?” asked Cecile, whose smile indicated that she knew exactly what his type might be.
    “Nothin g. Just getting ready for a long, hard ride.”
     
    When they’d finished tacking the horses up, Nash put on his cowboy hat, let Cecile walk ahead