Romance: Undercover Panther: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW, Paranormal, Werebear Romance) (Shapeshifter Romance Series by Ashley Hunter)

by Ashley Hunter

  Angie followed him. He grabbed a shirt from the railing outside the door and put it on. Angie was disappointed.

  He went and sat down on the sofa beside the fireplace, which was not lit at this hour. Angie sat down on the rug.

  After last night’s snogging session, she had grown rather fond of this rug.

  “What do you want to know?” he said, taking a deep breath.

  Angie felt strange, like an interrogator or an interviewer.

  “Well, firstly: when you transform, are you still you?”

  “Yes,” he said briefly.

  “Meaning you won’t maul me in your sleep or I would not find a panther conducting a bloodbath here any time soon?”

  “I assure you that it is really me in that beast,” Shadow said.

  “When I transform, my mind retains the thinking capability. I can think like a human, make rational decisions, recognize people and choose not to hurt those I don’t want to.”

  “Have you ever hurt someone?” she said, slowly, not sure if he would take offence.

  “I told you I did. I worked for the army,” he said.

  “No, I meant in panther form?” she said.

  Shadow paused. He had a strange look on his face.

  “Yes,” he said softly, his voice barely a whisper.

  “I’m not proud of it, but I did.”

  Angie didn’t press the matter further, it seemed that Shadow was struggling with it.

  “Does the army know about your situation?” she asked.

  Shadow got up from his seat and started pacing.

  “No, they don’t and I would like that to remain that way. Imagine them getting a weapon like this. The army thinks in terms of commodities and missions. If they had learnt what I was…who I was…it would be a disaster.”

  “How did you become like this?” she said.

  “I did not become like this,” Shadow said.

  “I was born like this. Mine is an ancient race. We have lived with humans for as long as time exists and will continue to do so. Wives don’t know their husbands can turn into panthers, that is the kind of secrecy we maintain. It’s a whole different world and even when they combine, we come it at an arm’s length.”

  Angie nodded, absorbing all the information. It seemed something right out of a storybook but she had seen it, and as the saying goes: seeing is believing.

  “So what about us?” she asked.

  “Us?”

  “Yes, us.”

  “There is no us,” he said.

  “There was yesterday.”

  “Last night was a mistake.”

  “It didn’t feel like a mistake.”

  “Then you felt wrong,” Shadow said.

  Angie was stumped for a moment, and didn’t know what to say. What do you say to someone who says what you felt was wrong? It is not your everyday question-answer session.

  “You don’t know that,” she said.

  “Don’t you see? We can’t be together.”

  “Don’t you see? I don’t care,” Angie said, matching his ferocity, word for word.

  Now it was Shadow’s turn to be stumped. He looked at Angie with longing in his eyes and Angie felt that this was hurting him as well, probably more so than what he let on.

  He was bound by the thing he was and the thing he could not be.

  “It’s not about you caring,” he said, in a low voice.

  Angie bridged the gap between them with a few steps and took his hands in her.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “We can make it work. Let’s pretend it doesn’t exist.”

  “The world doesn’t stop existing when you close your eyes,” he said, always the realist.

  “It does. You just have to shut your eyes hard enough.”

  “Your optimism is misplaced,” Shadow said, shaking his head.

  “Your cynicism is misguided,” Angie replied.

  Shadow’s eyes flashed. Before Angie could say anything else, he pressed his lips to hers and the force of his passion drove her to a nearby wall.

  Against the wall, he grabbed her hands and lifted them overhead. The kiss had not been broken yet and it seemed it would not be broken any time soon.

  It was not a sweet kiss. It was hot, passionate, full of ferocious need and want. Angie’s passion reciprocated the force of Shadow’s lips. When their lips separated, both were breathing heavily as if they had run a marathon.

  “Whoa,” Angie said but again Shadow covered her mouth with his and she was not going to complain.

  Shadow moved from her lips to her neck and Angie moaned in pleasure. It was unlike she had ever experienced.

  The raw, carnal sexuality was turning her on more than anything else. Shadow pulled her dress over and now (on his knees) planted kisses on her belly. Angie had her hands in his hair and had her eyes closed.

  Shadow grabbed her right breast with his hand and continued the assault on her body with his lips.

  “I want to kiss you,” Angie moaned.

  “Come back here.”

  As soon as Shadow stood up and looked in her eyes, he stopped. Angie put her lips to his but he didn’t respond.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” she said, kissing his neck but no movement from him.

  He stood still like a zombie.

  “We can’t,” he repeated like a broken record.

  Angie was stunned. Everything seemed to be going on perfectly just now and suddenly he was Mr. Grumpy again. His mood swings were making her angry.

  “What happened now?!” she said, her emotions getting the better of her.

  “You don’t understand what will happen,” he said, taking a few steps away from her.

  “You’re right. I don’t and you know why: because you won’t tell me.”

  Shadow looked miserable. Angie felt for him, she understood his dilemma but she was also frustrated by his lack of reticence.

  “It isn’t just hooking up for us,” he said.

  “Like it is for humans.”

  “What are you talking about?” Angie said.

  “You love for one night and it’s all over. That’s not how it is in my world,” he said.

  “That’s not how it is in our world, also.” Angie said, defensively as if the weight of the whole world was on her shoulders.

  “Don’t be childish. You take these things far less seriously. Love, lust, sex. These are words for you. Nothing more and words are winds.”

  “Since when did this become humans vs panther-human shape shifters?” Angie said, utterly perplexed.

  “If I make love to you, then that’s it,” Shadow said, in a tone of finality.

  “What do you mean ‘that’s it’? Do the trumpets sound and apocalypse arrive?”

  “Again, a joke,” he said.

  “Oh, come on,” she said, not believing that he was acting like a scorned lover already.

  “Hear what you are saying and how can I take this any other way?”

  “If we are together, then you are fine forever and I am yours. You are my ‘mate’,” he said.

  “’Mate’? As in pirates?”

  He looked at her with daggers in his eyes.

  “Ok, sorry,” she said apologetically.

  “Mate, how?”

  “We will be bound by ancient principles of my traditions. It would be a mortal sin for me to lay with another woman other than you. Both of us will be sentenced to death.”

  “That is barbaric,” she said, aghast.

  “That is the law,” he said, simply.

  “They should change it,” she said.

  “It is not my place to make and change laws,” he said.

  Angie had no idea what to say. This seemed so arcane, so ancient.

  This was the 21st century and she couldn’t believe such traditions existed. But then, until yesterday, neither did shape shifters.

  “I don’t care,” Angie said.

  “I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I have waited all my life for
someone to be passionate about me and all I got was slobbering drunks, bored of their wives.”

  “You’re just saying that,” he said.

  “I’m not. You make me feel alive. You make me feel different. I see the way you look at me and that is what all a girl wants in a man. I am not stupid. I know you love me, and whatever stupid logic you have thought up in your head, get it out. You don’t know what a woman who loves will do to keep her man. You have never seen ‘Fatal Attraction’.”

  “What?” Shadow said.

  “Nothing. Bad example. My point is: stop fucking around. I want you. You want me. I don’t want anyone else. I can live with whatever special made-up rule you have in your world. Just love me.”

  Shadow was shaking his head.

  “You are not thinking straight. You are saying this now. There are a lot of consequences associated with this.”

  “You’re not listening. I DO NOT CARE!” Angie reiterated forcefully.

  They stood, a few feet apart, but in reality a million miles. Angie desperately wanted him to see that it was ok. They were ok.

  But he was bound by his principles. He was bound by his traditions. Angie could not bring herself to say how stupid this thing was but she needed him to see that it didn’t matter.

  “Listen,” she said. “What would it take for you to see that I want you? Only you. No other man has ever treated me like the way you do. My life had endless altercations with old drunks and fools who saw nothing but a woman, a piece of flesh. You see me. The real me and I saw the real you. You showed me where it hurt. You showed me what you really are and isn’t that enough to tell you that I am right for you. That this is right!”

  Shadow was listening her speak and he understood all this.

  “I know,” he said softly.

  “I know and I want you. More than anything else. I want you to scream in pleasure and laugh in mirth. I want your lips on mine and kisses that last days. I want your skin to tingle when I touch you, like mine does when you touch me. I want your heartbeat faster when I say your name, like mine gets faster when you say my name. I want to feel your goosebumps when I whisper your name…. Angie. I want your love. I want your lust. I want your body. I want your soul more. I want your fears and hopes. I want to wake up every morning looking at you and go to bed every night looking at you. Your eyes make my heart skip a beat. Your lips…the curves of your lips…they make my feet tingle. Your voice is fucking music to my ears, melodious than any song in the world. It’s as if you were carved by the devil itself to tempt me.”

  When he stopped talking, he was breathing heavily and there was a red color rising up his neck.

  Angie was hanging on to his words like a drowning man holds on to the last floating piece of equipment, surrounded by nothingness.

  “You can have all that. We can have all that,” she said, softly.

  “I couldn’t possibly be such cruel. Taking you prisoner and binding you down to me.”

  “Don’t you see? I won’t be a prisoner any more. We would be together, as lovers. It is the most beautiful thing in the world and you are too stubborn to see it.”

  “I need time to think,” Shadow said and grabbed his jacket.

  “Where are you going?” she asked to his back.

  “I’ll be back,” he said and before she could say anything else, he was gone.

  Chapter 9

  Angie was downstairs. It was night outside and the fire was lit in the fireplace. Shadow had not yet returned from wherever he had gone to do his thinking.

  Angie was getting worried. Maybe he got into fight with other panthers. She went from worry to anger quickly. Why couldn’t he see clearly and admit that he loved her and they would be together? Why did he have to bring all this complication into it? Couldn’t he see that she truly loved him?

  It was absolutely like a man to balk at the first admission of love from a woman, a shape shifting panther man at that.

  Angie was thinking about all the different scenarios in her mind when he returned. She had thought about all the arguments which he won’t be able to refute and have to accept that she was not resigning into being with him, she really wanted to. She would make him see that she loved him, man or panther or whatever he was.

  Just as she was thinking these things, a car stopped in the driveway and Angie ran to the door. Through the door, she saw Shadow get out of the car and she sighed a breath of relief, followed immediately by anxiety as to what his decision was going to be.

  She got outside and stood at the front door. Shadow walked up to her. She opened her mouth to say something but Shadow didn’t stop and immediately kissed her. It was a long kiss, and Angie forgot what she had to say.

  She moved her hand to his hand and got lost in the kiss, and for a moment, nothing existed but the feeling of his lips on hers. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, her breasts pressing into his rock hard chest.

  “What’s your deci ---,” she started saying but before she could finish, Shadow picked her up in his arms and she squealed like a schoolgirl at her favorite singer’s concert.

  Shadow opened the front door and carried her inside. Instead of any room, he moved her to the rug where they had first kissed and laid her down and got on top of her and smashed his lips against her.

  She returned his enthusiasm and their hands started exploring each nook and cranny of the other’s body. Shadow’s hands went for her breasts and massaged them. Angie moaned in pleasure.

  Shadow moved his lips to her neck and placed wet kisses all along the ridges, which made Angie go weak in the knees.

  “Have mercy on me,” she whispered and she could feel Shadow’s chuckle against her skin.

  Shadow pulled her up and removed her shirt to reveal her bra-covered breasts. As soon as they were visible, he kissed them. Angie threw her head back and pushed his head harder against her chest.

  He freed her nipples from the bra and took one in his mouth. Angie moaned louder than ever. The sensation of getting kissed in the most private of places was alien to her. She felt giddy, she felt hot.

  “My turn,” she said and removed his shirt to reveal that perfect body that she had been seeing for these past days, now in her reach.

  “You are fucking perfect,” she said.

  “You’re one to talk,” he chuckled. Angie smiled and kissed the hard bone of his shoulder.

  “Your body is so…hard and muscled,” she said, kissing his chest and running her hands all over his back.

  She was on top of him now and still clad in her bra, was moving downwards and downwards. Her lips rested on his abs and Shadow moaned.

  “You’re killing me,” he said.

  “I am only getting started,” she said.

  She bit the hard skin of his stomach and a gasp escaped his lips.

  “I didn’t know you liked it rough,” he said.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know,” she said as she opened his belt.

  Shadow lifted his hips to let her remove his pants and once done, she leaned back and took it all in.

  “Did someone ever tell you that you have a heavenly body?” she said as she leaned in and took a bite at his torso, closer to his waist.

  His breathing was coming in ragged breaths and his arousal was quite visible.

  “Your turn,” he said, as he swapped places with Angie, pinning her down on the rug and laying on top of her.

  His naked body against her flesh sent goosebumps all over Angie’s body. He unclasped her bra and her breasts fell out. He took one in his hand and kissed it. Then he moved his attention to the other one.

  Angie threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation of getting pleasure from this man, someone who had changed her live forever and quite possibly, for the better.

  He planted kisses on her stomach and took off her pants. He took the hem of her underwear in his teeth and looked at her. She smiled and he smiled back, both not needing words to understand what was coming next.

  Shadow peeled o
ff the underwear down her legs. He took both of her legs in his arms and lifted them, planted kisses on both of them.

  Slowly and slowly he moved upwards, finally reaching her thighs. She knew what was coming. Her whole body became tender and sensitive. Shadow kissed the inside of her thigh and gave it a little lick. Angie cried out load.

  “Baby,” she moaned.

  “Stop teasing.”

  “What do you want?” he said in a husky voice, a voice dripping in arousal.

  Angie put her hands on his head and pushed it in between her legs. Angie closed her eyes and she could have sworn that she saw stars, the sensation was so intense. She moaned loudly.

  “Aahhh,” she cooed.

  “It feels so great.”

  Chapter 10

  Angie was lying on the rug with her head on Shadow’s chest. He was stroking her arm, softly. It felt right, lying here, with the fire burning, wind breezing outside.

  Angie had covered their naked bodies with a sheet because it was cold and she didn’t want this to stop on account of that.

  “So, what changed your mind?” Angie said, lightly kissing Shadow on the shoulder.

  “You did,” he said.

  “I drove and drove and thought about the things you said and how it made sense.”

  “Good of you to finally see some sense,” Angie said, rolling her eyes.

  “And whatever doubt I had left was gone when I saw you outside that door, waiting for me. That was it. I was a goner; I knew it then.”

  Angie smiled and proceeded to kiss him, starting from his lips where she spent a considerable amount of time. Then she moved to his chest, holding his arms in her.

  “Mmm,” Shadow moaned.

  “This feels so good.”

  Angie got up and straddled his waist. Shadow moved his hand on the side of her waist.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he said, moving his fingers lightly, up and down on her body.

  He was looking at her, completely mesmerized.

  “How did I get so lucky?” he said, more to himself than to her.

  “Bless the day you decided to kidnap me,” Angie said and both of them burst out laughing.

  Chapter 11