Free Loved by the Lion: BBW Paranormal Lion Shifter BWWM Romance by Zoe Chant Page A

tell he was expecting a completely different speech judging from his reaction, and it made the lioness in her purr.
    He drew closer to her. "Are you sure?"
    "Yes," she said, with all the confidence she felt in her heart. "You're my mate. I think I've known it the whole time, actually. From the first time we kissed. I just didn't want to get my hopes up about something again."
    His expression was fiercely protective. "I would never hurt you."
    She stepped closer, drawn by his warmth. "I know. I'd never hurt you either."
    He ran his hands down her arms, then back up to her face, leaving tingles in the wake of his touch. She was glowing inside, having finally told him the truth about her feelings, and stepped into his embrace easily.
    She kissed him, running her tongue across his lip before licking into his mouth. He responded to the alpha in her with a groan, and his hands tightened on her before one slipped up the back of her tank top, caressing, and then dipped down to squeeze her ass. She arched against him, inviting him further.
    A black, acrid smell invaded her nose when she went to take a deep breath. They broke apart. It was like burnt meat . . .
    "What the –" he started, his nose wrinkling.
    "The bacon," she realized, and ran to remove it from the stovetop.
    Behind her he laughed, and she had to laugh too at the ridiculousness of it all.
    Crisis averted. She returned to Cole, running her palms over the flat planes of his stomach. Her fingertips brushed the hem of his boxers suggestively.
    "What about the bacon?" he asked innocently as she gently pushed him back into the living room, toward the couch.
    "Breakfast can wait." Kira pushed down on his shoulders and he sat back, his eyes darkening with anticipation. "I have something else in mind."
    That something else was already quickly hardening, curving up over his stomach. She could see the hard line of him through the fabric and ran her fingers down his cock in what she knew was a frustratingly light touch.
    His hips lifted from the couch. "Kira . . ."
    "Mmm?" she asked. On her next pass up she pressed harder with her fingers, especially when she got to the sensitive area under the tip. He was already panting for her.
    She ducked her head, but instead of pulling the waistband down so she could touch his silky skin – and oh, she wanted to – she placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss at the base of his shaft through the fabric.
    "You're cruel," he said, half a gasp.
    She kept playing with him through the fabric, getting it wetter and wetter until it slid against his skin damply. Trailing kisses up his clothed cock, she licked close to the head and he shifted his hips and moaned her name.
    Placing her hands on his legs to feel the tension there, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked lightly, savoring the feeling of him within her mouth even through the barrier.
    Finally she decided she'd had enough fun teasing him, and tugged the waistband of his boxers down to reveal his stiff length. His cock sprang out at her, eager for her attention.
    One hand cupped around his shaft, Kira swirled her tongue around the head, relishing the movement of his hips in response underneath her. She could feel her pussy growing wetter. His fingers curled around her neck, not pushing or forcing but gentle and encouraging. She took his silky flesh deeper into her mouth and sucked.
    It wasn't just Cole who was reacting. Kira's nipples felt stiff and sore; absently she pinched one through the thin cloth of her tank top to feel some relief. Cole, who was watching her, gasped when he saw what she was doing, sending a lightning bolt of desire straight between her legs.
    More purposefully she trailed her hand between her heavy breasts, gliding over the curve of her stomach and dipping down between her legs. She looked up at him through her lashes; his mouth was parted and he was watching avidly.
    She slipped her fingertips beneath the waistband of her panties, stretching out the