The Lion's Pride (BBW Paranormal Lion Shifter Romance) (The True Date Agency) by Terra Wolf, Olivia Arran Page B

closed and lips parted. Her pussy fluttered around me, pulling an involuntary jerk from my hips.
    Eyes flying open, she swiveled her hips. “Now you can be the bad boy in charge,” she said, challenge in her eyes. “Don’t you think it was time we made this mating official?”
    I had never prided myself on taking instruction before, but hey, I was a quick learner. Watching her face for any sign of pain, I grabbed her hips and thrust up inside her. “Abso- fucking -lutely, though you’ve got to promise that you’ll tell me if it gets too much.”
    “I will,” she gasped, her hips tilting to meet my strokes.
    I pulled back and thrust into her again, her breasts bouncing and swaying with the force. My thumbs smoothed over her rounded stomach, the skin still a little bit stretched and loose—but she was gorgeous to me. She was my mate; every part of her that she thought was a flaw, I viewed as perfect. She was my Lara. Why would I change anything?
    The friction built as my hips pounded back and forth, gasps and moans and growls shattering the silence of the room, then she wriggled, her back arching, her breath coming in ragged pants. “Harder! Please, Zane!”
    I lurched to my feet, intent on bracing her against the wall, but she tugged away, sliding down.
    Spinning around she bent over my desk, bracing herself against the chrome with her legs spread wide. Inviting me.
    Hooking her panties to the side, I positioned my cock at her entrance, sliding the head through her slick folds.
    “Zane!” she cried, her hips rocking back, urging me on.
    Slamming one hand down on the desk, with the other I cradled her jaw, turning her head so I could look into her eyes. Giving her no warning, I thrust back inside her, driving even deeper. Not giving her time to catch her breath, I thrust again. And again. Until it was a blur, my hips pounding, her back arching and eyelids fluttering.
    “Look at me, Lara. I need to see your eyes as I claim you,” I growled, low and hoarse.
    Her eyes blinked open, glazed pools of brown.
    I had already bitten her; all that was needed were the words. “I take you, Lara Smith, to be my true mate. I will run with you, live with you, and love you. I swear it now and forever.” The bond between us clicked into place, linking us soul to soul. Her emotions flooded me, the heat of her desire, her passion for life. Her love for me, for our son. All that was needed now to seal the bond was the completion of our mating. My come filling her.
    She bucked beneath me, her eyes glazed with heat and lust, her core slick and pulsing around me. A strangled cry left her lips, her head thrashing.
    “Say the words, my love. Mate with me.” Though she was human, the mating words would come to her. I knew they would; through the bond she would find them. I grabbed her hip, slick with sweat. Leaning down, I stole a kiss, whispering in her ear, “Be mine, forever.”
    She groaned, her words loud and clear. “I take you, Zane Sarson, to be my true mate. I will run with you, live with you, and love you. I swear now and forever.” She ended on a scream, her back going rigid, her pussy clenching around my shaft, pulling me over the edge with her.
    Letting out a deafening roar, my hips stuttered and jerked, my shaft swelling as I came in thick, hot spurts inside my mate.
    I collapsed down onto my elbows, nuzzling her neck until she turned her head. Kissing her brow first, I made my way to her lips at a slow, languid pace. Then, scooping her up into my arms, I sank into the chair, nestling her against my chest. “Best…surprise…ever,” I declared.
    She snuggled against me, a happy sigh leaving her. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    I smoothed back a damp curl. “For what?”
    “For being one of the good guys.”
    “Hey, don’t go spoiling my reputation!” I mock growled.
    She giggled, the sound warming my heart. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Though, I hate to break it to you, but I think they’ve all