Roar Lover Roar: BBW Shape Shifter Mail Order Bride Romance & Paranormal Erotica Part 1 (Shifter Mail-Order Romance)

by Jessica Bristol

  “Easy, Luv. If you keep doing that I’ll spill.”

  She smiled up at him deviously. “I wouldn’t mind.”

  Her wickedness played with his heart. She really wouldn’t mind making him come early if it meant bringing him that pleasure. But he had so many things he wanted to do to her first. Taking her wrists, he pinned them above her head.

  “Stay still,” he instructed, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. Before she could ask what for, his head ducked between her legs. He threw her legs onto his shoulders and held her in place as he dipped his tongue into her the first time. Ameera moaned loudly, arching her back in ecstasy. At his first taste he lapped wildly, taking in as much of her sweet honey as possible. He became frenzied, wanting more from her. It took him several minutes before he could calm himself enough to slow down and find a rhythm for her enjoyment.

  When he did, Ameera let him know it. Her soft moans had turned into loud, keening cries; his tongue delved rhythmically into her most tasty places. Her hips bucked in time with his tongue, guiding him to where she wanted him to go. It didn’t take long.

  Ameera’s breath became short and quick as he thighs began to tremble.

  “Marcus, I’m-“ she breathed as she felt her orgasm come rushing through her. Her hot come splashed over her inner thighs and into his waiting mouth. Marcus moaned in delight as his tongue dove to catch it all.

  She was still breathless when he brought his head up to kiss her. He nestled himself between her legs. Looking into her eyes, he waited, poised silently for her approval.

  “Please,” she begged, pulling his head down to hers for another deep kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled his hips forward until his tip rested at her open passage.

  Not needing any more approval, Marcus thrust his hips forward, sliding tightly into her wetness. Ameera’s nails dug deeply into his back as he slid almost entirely back out, then slowly back in again. She felt so deliciously tight and sweet that he wanted to give up control and ravage her. And he would. Later. But for now, he needed to make love to her; needed to claim her.

  Ameera accepted each thrust of his cock graciously. Biting her bottom lip, she was hardly able to hold in her constant moans of pleasure as Marcus began to take her faster, sending thousands of erotic shockwaves into her luscious body.

  Marcus could feel her walls tightening around his cock, and knew she was about to come again.

  “Oh yes,” he groaned through gritted teeth, “come for me again, Luv.” Before she could reply, he mashed his lips into hers.

  Ameera plunged her fingers into his hair, holding his mouth to hers. As his lips opened for her, she slipped her tongue in, tasting him. Marcus was dizzying to her. He tasted like everything she had ever wanted, and as they reached their ecstasy together, she could feel the truth. The truth that she was meant to be his, and he was meant to be hers.

  They rested, fused together for several moments before Marcus gently pulled himself out of her. Turning on his side, he opened his arms so Ameera could nestle up to his chest. Her hand ran lazy tracks up and down his back, making him shiver deliciously. He didn’t realize that he had made a sound until he heard Ameera giggle.

  “What’s so funny?” He asked, opening his eyes.

  “You really are part cat,” she responded, smiling.

  He lifted his head, confused. “What do you mean?”

  “You purr.”

  He looked at her, horrified. “I most certainly do not!”

  “Oh, really?” She began lightly scratching his again. He held her gaze with a straight face as long as he could before the small pleasure stole over his body.

  “Damn you, Woman,” he cursed, dropping his head and gave in; letting out a long, loud purr.

  CHAPTER 7

  William could tell as soon as he entered the cave that something was different. Though Marcus and Ameera were fully clothed and awake, he could scent the remnants of their lovemaking. Not just that, but he could sense the imprint. Ameera now officially belonged to Marcus, and he officially belonged to her.

  “Well I suppose congratulations are in order,” he said as he entered the main cave. He had gone out to hunt and came back with three rabbits and rattlesnake. The pride did their best to only hunt the animals that were over populated, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. It was only on special occasions that they took down a kangaroo or a dingo.

  “Unfortunately,” he continued as he began to skin the dead animals, “there is no champagne. Fresh meat will have to do.”

  Ameera rose from the blankets, smiling. “That sounds fabulous. I’m starving. Can I help with anything?”

  “If you could start a fire, that would be great,” he instructed, his voice full of appreciation. “I gathered some dry wood in the outer cave. Let me know if you need any help.”

  After Ameera disappeared to work on the fire, Marcus stood up to approach William.

  “She’s forgiven you, I see,” stated William.

  Marcus looked towards the entrance, watching her shadow dance back and forth.

  “Thankfully so,” he responded, picking up a knife and a rabbit to help William.

  “So what are we going to do now?”

  It was a good question, one that Marcus didn’t have an answer to. She was his now, by their law. But he knew that even that wouldn’t stop Raja. He was desperate for a mate, even though he knew their laws didn’t work that way. At one time they were friends, but as the years of loneliness went by, he witnessed his friend slowly go insane. It happened sometimes, when one couldn’t find their mate in time. Now he was afraid that even if Raja did the one that was meant to be his, he would be too far gone to give her the honor she would deserve.

  In all honesty, he was worried that Raja would start a war. If that’s what it came to, though, he would let it happen if it meant keeping Ameera safe. Once he finished skinning the rabbit, he looked up a William and realized that he was still waiting for an answer. Marcus simply shrugged.

  “We will have to play it by ear for now. After we eat, we will finish the journey to the Pride and begin our wedding ceremony. I want her to meet the rest of our family and see how we live when we are lion.

  William began to respond in agreement when they sensed it. Raising their noses to the air, they confirmed what they feared. A tiger was close, crawling into the cave.

  “Get Ameera,” Marcus commanded.

  ~

  Ameera shifted uncomfortably, pushing small twigs into the fire she had just kindled. Something didn’t feel right. She rose to her feet, about to go to Marcus when he and William came striding through the larger cave.

  Marcus wrapped her in his arms, kissing her quickly. “William is going to get you out of here. Once you’re outside, he’s going to shift. Get on his back and hold on, he’s going to be running fast.”

  What’s happening?” she asked, a tremor of fear running through her.

  “The tiger’s have found us. There’s no more time, you must go.”

  He kissed her one more time before he handed her over to William. He watched them disappear down the passage of tunnels before he turned to the main entrance. Seconds later, the tiger came crawling through the small space. Marcus shifted quickly, pouncing on the intruder before he could get up. The tiger snarled, twisting wildly on its back.

  The fight was over quickly. Marcus had him pinned. He roared loudly, his voice echoing off of the stone walls. The tiger needed no more persistence from him, and he shifted. It was one of the twins from last night. Marcus shifted, but kept him pinned.

  “Do you have a death wish, boy?” he asked, giving the scared young man a good shake.

  “No! Please, I’m begging you to listen. It’s Raja. He’s gone completely insane. Last night in an outrage he fought and killed two of our kind. I’m worried for my safety. For my brother’s safety. We want to leave and join your pride.”

  Stunned, Marcus let him up. The boy scrambled to his feet, but made no move to attack.
He really was just a young man afraid for his life.

  Marcus searched his memory, looking for a sign that anything like that was even possible. “That’s never- I mean, from what I can remember, one clan of shifter has never absorbed another. We’ve always been separate. “

  “I know,” the young man agreed, “but that doesn’t mean that it should never be. Our mother and father died when we were young. Our uncle shipped us here to be part of Raja’s clan. We’ve always lived under someone’s rule for protection. But now it’s becoming dangerous to even to do that. You saw Raja last night. There wasn’t a trace of sanity left in his eyes. He would have let us die if you weren’t a kinder man.”

  “What’s your name, boy?”

  “I am Antonio, and my Brother’s name is Keelan. He’s outside, waiting for me to return.”

  Marcus walked past him and climbed through the small tunnel to the outside. Just as he said, Keelan was sitting by the trunk of a tree, his face full of anticipation and fear. He jumped to his feet when he saw that it was Marcus, and not Antonio emerging.

  “Easy, son,” Marcus said in a low, level tone. He turned his head towards the cave entrance. “Antonio, will you join us please?” A moment later Antonio popped his head through the small hole and wiggled out.

  Seeing his brother was safe, Keelan relaxed visibly.

  “Now listen, I cannot promise you that my pride will take you in with open arms. It’s highly unlikely, actually. Two clans have never merged before, it’s going to take time,” he warned. “ I will instruct them not to harm you, but you still have to be on your toes.”

  Not all of his pack was like Marcus. While he was a shifter, he was also a fully functioning member of human society. He had several lions that shared the same lifestyle as he did, preferring to live in house and with electricity. But a large portion of the pride still preferred to stay in jungle, living as a lion the majority of their time. They would be the ones less inclined to strangers.

  “We can handle it,” Keelan stated. Antonio nodded in agreement, resting his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Marcus quipped. “If you’re sure, then let’s be on our way. You frightened my new bride, and I would like to catch up to her to assure her that everything is all right. For now.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Ameera stretched, feeling the gracious pull of her muscles as they were given reprieve. It was a hard run atop of a lion. By the time they had reached the outskirts of the pride’s homeland, her muscles and joints were sore from being so stiff. When Marcus had explained to her that some of the shifters preferred to stay in lion form, she still pictured small huts in a hidden village. That is not what she found. What she walked into was an all and out lion den. Several large lions jumped up, growling at her as William approached. An intense roar tore from William’s throat when one came too close.

  The approaching lion backed away immediately, still not taking his eyes off of Ameera. Once she climbed down from William’s back, he shifted back to human form. She had quickly gotten used to being around naked men, but still, she averted her eyes. Out of the ten lions that she could see, eight of them shifted to their human form. The ranged in age and looks, but there were all unanimously handsome in their own way. Her thoughts quickly jumped to Rohan, Cindy’s husband, and she wondered if he too was a shifter. Then, trickling into another thought, wondered if the website was completely designed for shifters alone. She would have to ask Marcus about it when he returned.

  “She’s been imprinted.” A short, but muscular tan man stated. He had honey brown eyes are dark, curly hair that fell just below his ears.

  “Yes,” William confirmed. “She is the mate of Marcus.”

  The short man with honey eyes stepped towards her and extended his hand. “Then you are now and forever under the protection of this pride. My name is Thomas. Welcome.”

  Ameera placed her hand in his and he raised it to his lips, giving her a chaste kiss. Those that were in human for came forward to introduce themselves. She had just received the last hand-kiss from a shifter named Linus when those still in lion form erupted into angry roars. The men shifted, gathering to form a protective circle around Ameera.

  Minutes later, a lion with a large mane, walked in with two tigers, one on each side. When the lion stopped, the two tigers immediately sunk to the ground and turned on their backs, showing their tender bellies as a sign of surrender and compliance.

  Marcus shifted, but remained still, waiting for his pride to make their first move. Though the final decision was up to him, he still wanted the pride to exercise their rights to protect their home from outsiders.

  “Marcus, what is the meaning of this?” William was the only one that had not shifted, giving him the ability to speak.

  “They have come to us for protection. Raja is no longer a leader, but merely an insane, cruel shifter. They have asked for sanctuary.”

  As if on cue, the twins shifted, rising only to their knees, hands resting on their thighs. Thomas shifted, his face full of distrust.

  “How can you trust them?” he snarled, ready to strike.

  Marcus walked forward, breaking the circle of lions to draw Ameera into his arms. “Because he tried to take Ameera from me last night. I saw him. The twins, Antonio and Keelan, are right. He has gone insane.”

  William nodded in agreement. “It is true, the Tiger has lost his senses and abandoned the laws of our kind.”

  “So what are you suggesting, then?” A lion shifted to their right; a pale, sandy blonde man, taking place of the lion that once stood there.

  “I suggest that we accept them. That we welcome them into our pride. We can always use more brothers.”

  Shouts of protest from both lion and man filled the cave.

  “The time for segregation is over,” Marcus stated firmly. With each passing year more fall into the danger of insanity as their mates are not found. It is time to shifters to stand together against those that would harm our way of life.” His tone held power, sending out a subtle command to obey. Each lion, even Ameera, could feel it.

  “Very well.” The voice came down from one of the higher landings, an older lion, who until now had stayed in his more comfortable form, shifted into his human self. His body was scarred, but still very muscular. Only his dark gray hair told of how old he really was. “The King is right. Perhaps it is time for a change.”

  Marcus looked up at him, giving him a single nod appreciation. “It is settled then. We will welcome any shifter who comes to us, given that they are coming for the true purpose of safety.” As he finished speaking the words, he shifted, roaring loudly. His men followed him, shifting to their lion form and joining in the chorus of roars.

  CHAPTER 9

  Ameera nervously ran a hand down the beautiful white fabric that was her dress. A month had gone by since that night at the lion’s lair. It took some time to adjust, but the twins were fully accepted into the family several days later. Ameera and Marcus had spent a week in the lair with the other lions before Marcus deemed it safe to return to the city. She would be lying, though, if she said she hadn’t loved it. Though she couldn’t shift, she still loved running and hunting with the pride. At night, after they would eat, they would pile together around a fire and Ameera would be fall asleep amongst the soft, warm bodies of her massive cats.

  At least once a day, Marcus would steal her away to a secluded part of the jungle so they could make love. Now that he understood how healthy her appetite was, he ravaged her in a new, robust way. She loved how animalistic he had become with her, and he loved he could be that free with her.

  It wasn’t until they had decided to make their way back to the city that she even bothered to dress again. Now that she knew how freeing it was to be naked all of the time, clothes bothered her. What she used to feel was a great way of self expression was now annoying and just plain old unnecessary.

  Marcus loved that she spent most of her time in his high-rise
apartment, and looked forward to coming home to her every day, knowing she wouldn’t have a stitch on. In between hours of rigorous love- making, Ameera would savor the moments when he would shift for her so she could sprawl out over his fuzzy figure and watch TV together.

  But today was a day of clothes. A day of fancy words, fancy clothes, and fancy human forms. Today was their wedding day. A knock sounded on her door and opened. As a wedding present, Marcus had flown Cindy, Sasha, and Ameera’s family down to Sydney. Cindy and Sasha stepped into the room, grinning from ear to ear.

  “You look so beautiful, Sweetie,” Cindy cooed, embracing her in a tight hug. Behind her Rohan appeared, ever protective of his precious wife. Just as she suspected, Rohan had turned out to be a shifter as well.

  “So what are you?” she asked boldly at dinner one night. Cindy smiled mischievously while Marcus looked towards him, just as eager for an answer. Rohan smiled devilishly, holding a finger to his lips.

  “It’s a secret,” was all he would say. Even Cindy wouldn’t tell, and she normally told Ameera everything.

  In the early morning both Cindy and Sasha worked together to do Ameera’s hair, makeup, and nails. Now that she had her dress on, she was ready. Deciding to stay true to her old style, Ameera had chosen a white, empire waist gown with off the shoulder sleeves. She had attached a delicate gold chain around her waist and a matching collar to her throat. Aside from her engagement ring, that was the only jewelry she wore.

  Cindy had wound her dark hair into big simple curls that fell over her shoulders. Wanting to keep it simple, Sasha gave her light make up, just enough to give her a natural glow. Against her mother’s wishes, Ameera had even decided against shoes, and would walk down the aisle barefoot.

  The three women were chatting excitedly when Ameera’s mother walked in.

  “It’s time, My Love. Are you ready?”