Sassy Shifter Brides: Complete Series - BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Mail-Order Romance

by Anya Nowlan

  “Warren!” she squealed, the man’s tongue licking across her clit in the most excruciatingly delicious way. He didn’t pull back or even give her a second, holding her trembling legs down with his strong hands as he pleasured her mercilessly.

  She eased back against the soft buttery leather of the couch, closing her eyes. Her breath came in heaves, and her hips bucked against him whenever he would let her. Sparks flew and exploded in brilliant firework behind her closed eyelids, and her fingers were coiled tightly in his hair. When he pressed his fingers into her heat, she was gone. He stroked into her with two thick fingers, spreading her around them and bringing every nerve in her body roaring to life. His tongue and lips spread heat throughout her, and his fingers were the match that lit the flame. She tumbled over the edge of her release, losing herself completely in the pleasure. Kacey hadn’t known how desperate she was for it until it washed over her, consuming her whole.

  Warren wouldn’t ease back even when her screams were the loudest, her entire body shuddering under the flash of her orgasm. Only when her breathing slowed, and she pulled her hands from his hair did he give her a moment to regain herself. He moved upwards and kissed her passionately. Kacey could taste herself on his lips and tongue, mashing hers against his in an effort to be closer to him. Her hands went to his jeans and pushed them down. His hard cock pressed against the softness of her stomach, and her muscles clenched. He was big. She had expected nothing less, but it was still a delicious surprise.

  “I want you in me,” she whispered into his ear, twirling her tongue across his earlobe and then catching it gently between her teeth. A deep growl rumbled through him, making Kacey tremble with excitement. There was something dangerous about him, and she couldn’t get enough of it. The stark contrast of his big heart and the savagery that lurked beneath the calm front made her want to experience him fully. He obliged her, guiding the head of his cock to her opening. She latched her legs around his waist eagerly and pulled him in. It had been a long time since she’d shared herself with a man, but there was no one she wanted to give herself to more than the mysterious cowboy who had made her feel so, so good.

  Warren sunk into her, and her skin felt electric. Every touch sent her shuddering with bliss. He eased into her slowly, splitting her open around his massive shaft. She moaned loudly, her nails raking across his back as he began rutting into her. His teeth grazed across the delicate flesh where her neck and shoulder met, nibbling at it. The sharp ends of his canines scraped at her smooth skin, almost hard enough to break it. She pulled him tighter against her, relaxing her body until he was in to the hilt. It made her delirious for him. He filled her so completely that she lost the ability to think or sense anything but him and the maddening way he thrust into her.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he growled, strain in his voice. Kacey bit into her lower lip, whimpering as he stroked into her faster. She wanted all of him, every last drop. She’d done her homework, knowing that there was nothing to fear from a werebear when it wasn’t time for the heat yet. It scarcely mattered, though. She knew it would be just as hot with a condom.

  Her nails dug into him harder, and suddenly, he grabbed hold of her arms and pinned her down by the wrists. He towered above her, and the ferocity was both shocking and wanted. She grinned and thrust her hips to meet his, falling into rhythm with him. His tight muscles were straining against his skin, every outline crisp and molded to perfection. Just watching his body writhe in the throes of passion was enough to get her hot and bothered. She could feel the need swelling in her again, loud and yearning. Her core throbbed, and sweat dappled her skin. Warren sucked her nipple into his mouth again, and the small muscles in her pussy pulsed around his big, thick shaft. He grunted, and a shudder went through him.

  Thoughts fragmented and swirled into nothingness as Kacey threw her head back and gave in to the orgasm. The searing pressure released just in time for Warren’s animal roar, and warmth flooded her, filling her from her toes to the top of her head. Warren’s cock swelling and spilling his seed in her was pure bliss. The raw thrill of being possessed tingled at the edges of her mind. Breath finally escaped from her in a long, drawn out sigh. Warren slipped an arm around her waist and flipped her over to lie on top of him. Kacey panted with exhaustion as she rested her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall heavily and listening to the pounding of his heart as they both came down from the excruciatingly heavenly ride that was their shared release. He’d restrained himself, keeping himself in check throughout their exchange. She knew it from the slight tremble in his limbs and the clench of his jaw.

  He wants to be sure I’m okay. What a man…

  “Well, that was fucking hot,” Warren said finally, his hair sticking to his forehead in damp curls. Kacey looked up at him, her grey eyes twinkling with mirth. A bit of crudeness was exactly what was needed after something so… well, unspeakably hot, really.

  “Couldn’t have said it better myself,” she murmured, resting her head back on his chest. She loved listening to the beat of his powerful heart. Her fingers traipsed through the short hair on his chest. He had some scars strewn across his body, the flesh tugging and tucking under her fingers when her hands went over them. A man who had lived and lost. It still amazed her that just 24 hours ago, she hadn’t been sure whether she dared step on a plane to come meet him. It seemed like the height of folly now. How could she live without knowing that there was a man like Warren out in Idaho, seemingly made just for her?

  I hope this never ends.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Well, it’s certainly a gorgeous place to live,” Kacey mused out loud.

  And I want you to live here with me, Warren thought to himself, biting down on his tongue before he accidentally said it out loud. Take it easy, damn it. Don’t scare her off. She doesn’t have a bear in her to tell her what her innermost feelings are.

  Warren’s eyes kept going to her even though he was supposed to be keeping them on the dirt strip that went down the edge of a clearing and doubled as a road. He couldn’t help it. Just, damn. She was there, with him, and she was even more amazing than he’d dared hope. He’d expected to meet a sweet, capable young woman, and he’d got that – a full dose of intelligence, compassion and a sexy as hell body to boot. It was a constant struggle keeping his hands off of her. Even now, one of his palms was resting on her creamy thigh, and he had to spend precious mental power in keeping it from inching up the folds of her skirt and between her legs. The heat beckoned him, and she wasn’t making it any easier on him, smelling like sex and excitement all the time. At least he could rest easy in the knowledge that she felt the same for him.

  “It is. I owned a patch of this land, and we managed to buy up large chunks to go along with it. My family bought some of the forests here ages ago, and they’ve come in handy now. I’m not getting rich off of selling the lumber to the townsfolk, but that’s not the goal. I love the work and the possibility of helping my fellow shifters build up their dreams. Wealth comes where it’s needed, and I have everything I need already,” he said, smiling at Kacey.

  “But why did you start this place?”

  “Simple, really. All of us have had problems with our clans or packs. Ancient traditions we don’t believe in or that don’t fit with our worldview. We wanted to have a place where everyone would be welcome to live their lives the way they see fit, as long as it doesn’t harm anyone else. No central Alpha, but a council of both human and shifter residents that’d get voted in every few years. No discrimination between shifters, that sort of thing. For instance, bears and wolves have never got along on the clan and pack level. And lions tend to treat tigers like they’re extravagant pets. Not to mention the smaller shifter groups or the minor predators. We wanted a place where it didn’t matter who you were or where you came from, as long as you contributed to the community.”

  He caught her eye, and she blushed, her cheeks getting that delicate, girlish pink hue to them that he loved seeing.

  I
f only I could just stop right here and peel that dress right off of her… but with Rake’s red Chevy coming into view in the distance, his thoughts never got a chance to reach their dirty conclusion. A moment later, he realized why Rake had sent Tyler to wake him up early in the morning when he’d been perfectly snuggly with his girl in his arms. He hadn’t wanted to leave her alone and she’d gladly volunteered to come along. What woman didn’t like watching a bunch of hot shifter men toiling without their shirts on, right?

  “Not again,” he groaned with frustration, eyeing the torn down power lines strewn between two posts.

  “What is it?” Kacey asked, probably surprised to hear the annoyance in his voice. He sighed and squeezed her leg slightly before shifting down and coming to a stop next to Rake’s truck.

  “A constant nightmare,” he said, exasperated. He jumped out of the truck and was at Kacey’s door before she had a chance to take her seatbelt off. Warren quickly nodded to Rake in greeting, while helping Kacey out. The appreciative look Rake gave Kacey’s long legs and lush curves made Warren want to growl, but he didn’t, just throwing a warning look at his friend. The werelion met the look with a smirk. Warren couldn’t blame him. If Rake had shown up with someone as damn delicious as Kacey, he would have checked her out too. Shifters love girls with curves, and Kacey definitely had all the right curves.

  “Morning ma’am,” Rake offered, flashing his smoothest grin. His gruff, masculine voice scraped at Warren’s ears, and he had to remind himself that the man was his friend and he had to keep his cool. The tightening in his stomach told him in an all too clear way that he was getting real protective real fast.

  So this is how it feels to find the right one.

  “Hey. I’m Kacey,” Kacey said, smiling warmly. The kind cordiality made Warren relax and get his head back on straight. There was work to do!

  “So, what do we have here?” he asked, stepping closer to the thick wooden post Rake was studying with mild interest. Rake’s fingers traced long and fresh scrapes in the wood. Warren frowned, his nostrils flaring with irritation.

  “Shifters,” Rake said simply. “Mountain lion or… bear, I’d assume.” Reluctantly, Warren found himself agreeing. Kacey stepped closer to see what they were looking at, and Warren’s arm slipped around her waist without a second thought, pulling her in close.

  “I think we can safely assume it’s none of ours, though. Dare venture a guess who’d want to see us fail?” Warren asked, his tone heavy with thought.

  “Far too many to mention, I’d say. But at least they kept the post up this time, so that’s something. Tyler’s getting the crane, but I’ve got to tell you, my patience is wearing thin with this bullshit. I’ve got a ranch to run.”

  “I hear you,” Warren agreed, nodding grimly.

  Someone was inching to see Shifter Grove fail, constantly messing with their basic utilities. He had to count their blessings that things hadn’t got worse yet, and since it was the summer, losing electricity wasn’t too bad. But their generators could only run for so long in winter if the power lines kept coming down all the time. Whoever was messing with them, they’d have to find the culprit fast.

  “I guess we get to work again. You love heights, right?” Warren asked, flashing a smile at Rake. The werelion huffed a barely suppressed insult at Warren with a smirk, turning around to get his gear from the truck. Werelions had never been big on heights, and as such, they never heard the end of it from everyone else.

  ***

  Kacey had been with him for a week now, but he still felt like she’d just stepped off of that plane. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he’d gone to painstaking lengths to ignore just about everything else in his life in favor of spending more time with her. Time was ticking by far too fast, and the date of her flight back was approaching with gut-wrenching speed. The thought of letting her get back on that plane and being apart from her made him feel sick to his stomach. The more he learned about her, the more certain he was that she was his mate. Hell, it had been the first thought he had had when he laid eyes on her. Mate. It had come out of nowhere, but it filled him with a sense of unwavering certainty.

  She was the one. His body and mind both knew it. He yearned to touch her constantly, wanting to feel her softness and the smoothness of her skin under his hands and to bring her to new heights of pleasure that neither of them even knew existed. His humble home had got a thorough christening during the past week, and he was nowhere near done with loving every bit of her. Quite the contrary, he felt like he was just getting started. But there was just one thing that kept souring his pot of honey. His cousin’s dastardly plan hung over his happiness like a guillotine. While he could be safe in the knowledge that his beast and his human were certain that she was the one, he couldn’t expect her to share his conviction so easily. Love needed time to blossom, but time was the one resource he did not have an abundance of. Warren knew he had to tell her how he felt and that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with her, but how to do it without scaring her away? It kept him up at night and made him toss and turn. More than anything, even more than seeing Shifter Grove flourish, he wanted to have Kacey at his side for life. To have, to hold, to love and to raise a family with.

  Kacey grinned at him, a spoon sliding out from between her lips. Rousing from his daydreams, he took a bite of the Key Lime pie on a plate between them. It was all he could do to keep from leaning over the table and, like a thirsty man desperate for a drink, kissing her right in front of everyone. Or, well, Cerise, and about four other people, as the Sunrise Diner wasn’t exactly busy around sunset on a Wednesday evening.

  “I’m sorry, I must have trailed off,” Warren said, pulling a hand through his scruffy hair. Kacey nodded with quiet bemusement and that teasing twinkle in her eyes that drove him wild. There was a lot of fire under her demure façade, and he was glad that she was growing more and more comfortable with showing him her more playful side.

  “You did, yes. But I don’t mind. You’re a handsome sight even when staring out of a window.”

  “Well, don’t you worry one bit. All of my attention is yours to wrangle once more,” Warren said with a flourish, taking a mighty bite of the pie.

  Most nights, they had stayed home and cooked, but Kacey had wanted to see more of the town, and he was proud to show it to her. The buildings were coming along slowly, and every week there was a new face on the streets – someone’s friend or member of family coming out to join them in building the Shifter Grove dream. A place where all shifters and humans were welcome, regardless of their past and what their clans or packs had done to one another. Sure, there were bound to be difficulties, but Warren had faith that things would work themselves out. They had to. The only real problem, aside from the obvious utilities headache, was that there were far more men in town than there were women. The looks Kacey kept getting made his bear stir, thrashing against his restraints to break free and tell everyone to stop undressing his girl, his mate with their eyes. Though the irony that she was essentially the modern day version of a mail order bride didn’t elude Warren.

  Warren reached across the table and tucked Kacey’s long brown lock behind her ear, letting his fingertips trail down her chin. Just as he was pulling back his hand, feeling all warm and fluffy in the presence of the wonderful woman who had graced his life, the door of the diner opened and slammed shut behind him with a bang. Warren glanced over his shoulder, and his expression went dark. In the middle of the room stood Wade, all toothy grin and devilish gaze. Wade strolled right over to Warren and Kacey’s table, and Warren’s body reacted immediately, his muscles growing taut.

  “What do you want, Wade?” Warren asked, not bothering to hide the rumble in his voice. Wade didn’t wait for an invitation, hustling into the booth right next to Kacey. He put an arm across the backrest, making Kacey shrink away from him with a confused expression.

  “Is that any way to greet your Alpha, Warren? And who might this delicious little morsel be? I’m Wade
Sawtooth, by the way.”

  “Um, hi. I’m Kacey.”

  “Pleasure is all mine,” Wade said, grabbing Kacey’s hand and laying a wet kiss on it. Warren was on his feet just as Wade’s lips hit Kacey’s skin. He grabbed hold of Wade’s jacket and tore him up and out of the booth, his skin crawling with the thought that the sleazy werebear had dared touch Kacey.

  “It’s okay, Warren! I’m fine,” she yelped, but it didn’t matter. Warren knew that it had nothing to do with Kacey, and Wade was just trying to get under his skin, and succeeding. But he couldn’t help himself.

  “Settle down there, partner,” Wade said with a sly smirk, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just glad you’re taking my advice and getting on with it. She looks like she’ll make a nice, healthy mate for you. Big ol’ hips to rear your big ol’ cubs. Wouldn’t mind if she warmed my bed as well, if you know what I mean.” That was it. Warren could control his bear, but he wasn’t going to control his human. He let go of Wade’s jacket and punched him right across the chin, sending the man tumbling back on the floor.

  “Hey, you two, stop it or I swear to god I will gut both of you,” Cerise yelled, jumping over the counter with cat-like grace and stepping between Warren and Wade. Wade was up on his feet as quickly as he’d fallen, teeth bared and ready to take things as far as they needed to go.