Free To Lie With Lions: A BBW Shifter Romance (Wolf Rock Shifters Book 4) by Carina Wilder Page B

could help each other.”
    “Is that what this is about to you, Nash? Helping each other?”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “No, I don’t,” she replied. She was going to make him work for it, he could see.
    “ Cecile,” said Nash, exasperated and wishing she could just read his thoughts, “Can I come and see you? I want to talk.”
    There was a momentary silence and then the response: “Fine.”
    “Where can we meet?”
    “Come over to my father’s place. He’s gone out. I’ll let you in.”
    “I’m not so sure that’s a great idea.”
    “I am. Come over right now, before I change my mind, Nash.”
    “All right.”
    Nash hopped into his car and began the drive, trying to keep his speed down. He wasn’t sure now if it was his mind or his cock that was controlling his body. Something about having this woman command him suited her and him very well. It aroused him thoroughly that she was so determined; so much like him and yet so feminine, so sexy. Though he was unaccustomed to being told what to do by anyone. His whole life he’d been the alpha male of every group, and even now saw the wolves and other shifters turning to him for guidance when their own alpha was gone.
    But all of that went out the window when this gorgeous, sexy woman came into the picture. Part of Nash wanted to just kneel in front of her and worship her, or at the very least kiss every inch of the most intimate parts of her. Inside, his lion paced frenetically, anticipating the moment when he would taste her tiger’s flesh.
     
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    Cecile waited for Nash, her mind reeling. When she’d first met him, he seemed so calm, collected. The sort of man a woman was drawn to; or at least she was. He was sexy and mysterious, revealing his thoughts and desires only through the smallest hints, which she had to learn to read. There was something that drew her towards him, as though he had his own gravitational field which applied only to her. She liked to look for intimate signs in his face. Those eyes. Even the corners of his mouth were subtle indicators of his thoughts.
    He was the perfect lion. Smooth, gliding, strong. Fast. And yet she was a tiger. In her was a wildness that she’d fought for years; a rebellious, solitary nature which meant that she liked to conceal her own thoughts. No one got to tell her what to do or what to feel, and yet this man, this cowboy on a ranch in the mountains was dictating her moves and her feelings.
    The worst part of it all was that she liked it. But she would not have him speak to her and fling accusations around. That was a deal-breaker. So with all the resolve she could muster, Cecile sat silently in her father’s drawing room, waiting for the beautiful man to show up, preparing herself to tell him to fuck off if it came down to it.
    Finally, she heard the buzz that indicated that a guest was at the gate. When she saw his car she let him in, bracing herself for whatever he might have to say.
    This, she thought, had better be good.
     
    Nash walked into the house, looking Cecile in the eye as he did so. He wanted to be sure this time that it was her he was addressing.
    “It is you,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He could smell her now, her scent overwhelming him. He hadn’t noticed earlier that Zoe wasn’t quite capable of replicating the delicious aroma that this woman emitted.
    “Of course it is. Now you have about five minutes to explain to me what the fuck is going on, Nash Richardson, before I turn into an angry tiger and kick you out of my house.”
    “Your house, is it? I was under the strong impression that this is your daddy’s place.”
    “You know what I mean,” said Cecile. She felt like an irritated child, speaking to an irritating one. “Just get on with it.”
    “There’s a woman I met,” he began.
    “Of course. Another woman. Great,” she said, growling. She stepped forwards, moving in the direction of the door and preparing to open it.
    “No, not what you’re