The Lion's Pride (BBW Paranormal Lion Shifter Romance) (The True Date Agency) Read Online Free

was thinking again! “Kiss me,” I tried to demand, but it came out sounding dangerously like a plea. Could he see the need in my eyes? I wanted to be ravished, to feel that unstoppable lust again, to lose myself in him.
    He nodded once, a brief tilt of his head, like he had accepted the unspoken challenge. His mouth came down on mine, his hands reaching around to caress my ass. A rip of fabric, then my legs were spread as he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. His shaft nudged at my entrance, and I froze, the fog of lust lifting for a split second of sanity.
    “Condom?”
    “Shifter,” he grunted, between nipping and kissing at my lips.
    Of course. Shifters didn’t carry disease, and it wasn’t as if I had to worry about pregnancy. Not after what the doctors had told me. The now familiar grief threatened to overwhelm and drag me back under. No! I gave myself a mental shove, blocking it out. No thinking, remember?
    Mind made up, I wriggled against him, and he took the hint, thrusting inside me in one smooth glide. Breath exploded from me, the feeling of fullness both exquisite and overwhelming. My back arched, pushing my breasts against the hardness of his chest, my nipples aching, the lace of my bra torture.
    With one hand, he yanked down my top, his hips retreating to thrust back again in a relentless rhythm. Bracing me against the wall, his fingers digging into my ass, he bent his head to my breast, taking a stiff nub into his mouth, sucking and swirling with his tongue.
    My pussy clenched around him, the friction dragging and building, his mouth wet, his teeth sharp against sensitive flesh. A strangled cry echoed around the room. Distantly, I recognized it was mine, but I didn’t care, the slide of skin slapping against skin and pressure building, churning inside of me my only thoughts.
    He sped up, his cock driving into me relentlessly, my world narrowing until it was only us. Vivid green eyes speared into me, his lips twisting in a grimace as he pushed us higher, his hand dipping between us to thumb my throbbing clit between strokes, a low growl tearing from his mouth.
    “Zane,” he grunted, swiveling his hips.
    “Wha—?”
    “My name. I want to hear you say it when you come.” His thrusts punctuated his words, echoing his command. “When you’re clenching around my cock, you think of me. Only me.”
    At his words, spasms shot through me, every muscle in my body quivering, nerves firing and short-circuiting. My head knocked back against the wall as my hips tilted to meet his thrust. His name left my lips on a scream, my eyes closing as the world around me swam with color.
    He jerked, his thrusts short and hard. A roar filled my ears as warmth filled my core. A pinprick of pain ghosted my senses, washed away in a rush of endorphins.
    “Boss? Shit! Sorry.”
    I froze at the sound of a strange voice, coming back to earth with a bang.

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    Lara
    “ G o away ,” Zane growled against my shoulder, his cock still buried deep inside me.
    “Uh, okay. I can see that you’re busy, but…you’re really needed—”
    “Go…away… now! ” The last word was a roar of anger.
    Wait a second… boss? I pushed at Zane’s chest, and he let me slide to the floor in an ungraceful wriggle. Tugging my top up and my skirt down, I peered around him. The bartender from earlier stared back at me, his mouth dropping open and nearly hitting the floor.
    I looked from him back to Zane, who had just finished zipping himself back up, then back again. They were dressed nearly exactly the same, both clad head to toe in black. Then I looked around the room we were in, seeing it properly for the first time. Sleek polished furniture, a large desk dominating one side, complete with a high-tech set-up, a floor-to-ceiling window looking out on the crowd below. “This is your office?” My voice sounded croaky, probably from all the screaming I had been doing. I flushed, remembering that just seconds ago I had come apart in his