Free Her Lion Guard 2 (Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Amira Rain Page B

slightly as she rose to stand, legs still too weak to support her weight. Jonas shot up from his seat and grasped her arms, steadying her body with his. Mary-Lou grinned up at him, lips stretching wider when Jonas hesitantly smiled back. “Thank you,” she said to him, repeated the sentiment to Irma and Jonathon. “You just got back, are tired – and here I am again, dragging trouble in my wake.”
    “Nonsense,” Jonathon grumbled. “It was hardly your fault, Mary-Lou. And even if it had been, what are parents for?” Jonathon smiled, expression tight with worry and determination.
    Mary-Lou had nothing to say, nothing that would not make her feel even more ashamed. It was not often that she allowed herself to think of the two Shifters as her parents. That was obviously not the case on their end – she felt foolish, indeed. Petty.
    “It’s alright,” Jonas whispered. Mary-Lou belatedly remembered their bond, its tendency to betray her emotions to her mate. She shook her head, plastered on a smile, even as she let Jonas feel exactly how not okay it all was.
    “You need to rest,” Irma said, a command plain in her statement. For once, Mary-Lou did not argue. She nodded her head instead, let Jonas lead her out of the room and up to the second floor.
    “We have to find him,” Mary-Lou heard Jonathon mutter, his voice soft and dark.
    “We will.” Irma promised.
    Mary-Lou wondered if they were talking about Wiley and if so, if the man would live to greet the morning.
     
    Her room was as she had left it. Their room, Mary-Lou reminded herself as she watched Jonas shuffle about. She hid a smile as the Lion Shifter was temporarily hidden by a fluffy comforter. When Jonas walked close enough to the chair she lounged upon, Mary-Lou tangled a hand into his shirt and pulled – and Jonas let himself be reeled in, let her urge him down and into a soft, open-mouthed kiss.
    They shared a few more hot, lingering kisses – bit and suckled at flesh still tender in the wake of a horrific fight. Jonas shifted until his hands fit around Mary-Lou’s waist, lifted his mate up and gently deposited her on the half-made bed. Mary-Lou needed sleep, and he needed Mary-Lou – it was a simple, straightforward decision to maneuver her into his arms, hold her tight and kiss her face as he urged her into sleep.
    Mary-Lou had a very different idea.
    “Fuck me,” the human woman whispered, voice low and urgent. Jonas felt a spike of lust tear through him, felt molten heat pool into his stomach. Still, he shook his head, mindful of Mary-Lou’s fragile mental and physical state.
    Mary-Lou narrowed her eyes. Jonas’ stubbornness when it came to this, when it came to sex , was often galling to the prideful woman. She was not weak. She was not a child, to be minded and coddled and told what to do. Mary-Lou hooked a thigh over Jonas’ hips and pulled , pressing the surprised Shifter flush against her.
    Jonas groaned, the sound choked off – almost pained as Mary-Lou ground up into his hardness. “I said, fuck me ,” the woman hissed into his ear, bit and chewed at his throat – in admonition, in desire. Jonas felt his eyes roll in his head, felt animalistic lust chase good intentions and caution from his mind. When Mary-Lou’s small, soft hand fumbled with the zipper to his pants he let it – ground into it, into the warm tunnel of her fingers as she pushed both slacks and boxers out of the way and took his cock in hand.
    “That’s it,” Mary-Lou moaned, lifting her heaving chest to press soft breasts against Jonas’ hard body, “Let go. For once, Jonas, just – let go.” Jonas buried his face in her hair, drowned a rumble of desire in his partner’s skin. His hands mapped her body, lifted her shirt and unhooked her bra to palm at her full breasts. Mary-Lou bit her lip against a scream as careful fingers tugged at her sensitive nipples, her own hand tightening around Jonas’s straining erection. He was leaking freely now, wetting