To Lie With Lions: A BBW Shifter Romance (Wolf Rock Shifters Book 4)

by Carina Wilder

  “Are you ready for this?” asked Nash. “I don’t want to rush you.”

  Cecile laughed. “I’ve been ready for this since I walked into your stable. You’re like the carrot that’s been dangled in front of me for weeks. Only,” she added, squeezing him through his boxers, “This is a hell of a carrot.”

  Nash smiled. “It gets overgrown when my mind goes to you.”

  “Overgrown?” Cecile’s fingers could barely circle the thick shaft. “It’s a whole other species.”

  “Designed for you.”

  “Baby,” he said, for the first time speaking to her with nothing but a possessive softness which made her skin break out in goosebumps, “I need to be in you. I need to bury myself inside your body.”

  “I only wish,” she said, “that I could be in you, too.”

  “You are in me. You have been since the day you were born.”

  Nash kissed her neck, his lips dwelling for a few seconds on her skin. He licked her softly, and even allowed his teeth to caress her, threatening at times to sink into her white flesh.

  But they didn’t. Instead, his mouth moved downwards, as did he, until he was on his knees before her. He cupped his two hands around her left breast, sliding his palms forwards until they covered all but the hard tip of her nipple, which he took between his lips. Cecile felt a warm wetness between her legs; her body was inviting him to enter her. But her mind wasn’t yet ready. She needed to feed her eyes with the vision of him adoring her, exploring, tasting.

  She watched him. His eyes were closed as though focusing on the task of sending gentle shocks through each nerve ending in her reddening nipple. His face was beautiful, she thought. This was what he would look like when he slept: at peace, happy, calm. Not the angry or sometimes violent man that he was.

  The joy of a man with his mouth on a nipple.

  The ecstasy of a woman whose nipple is being tended with such delicacy.

  His mind, she knew, could read each tiny reaction in her body and his tongue followed suit, so lightly slipping along the very tip of her small pink pebble, causing light gasps to erupt from her mouth.

  Nash let her breast go and took the right in the same way, taking his time. They had hours, Cecile thought, to spend together. He would make use of them. But her body was growing impatient, panicking that she wouldn’t get her chance to take him into herself, and she felt a throbbing ache between her legs now.

  Patience, Cecile, she told herself.

  Nash pulled his hands away from her chest, his mouth alternating between licking, nibbling and sucking on each of her sweet nipples. Cecile let her hands glide over his sculpted shoulders. They reminded her of the mountain range which surrounded them. Peaks, rock-hard yet changeable. Every rise and fall of his flesh represented a new territory to explore and to conquer.

  Her favourite part of him was the beautiful definition around his hips; the diagonal lines which led the eye towards his cock, as though they were designed just for that in the way that a landing strip on a woman naturally led a man’s mouth towards her pussy.

  But now her fingertips slid down his arms, then over his pectoral muscles. The hardness of him made her feel all the more soft, but as she felt him there was gratitude for her own womanly flesh. As much as she loved his carved body, she imagined that he loved hers for all the same reasons: she represented a female. A real, proper woman. A body to worship, to fuck, to hold. Warmth, shelter. Home.

  Nash stood and pulled his boxer shorts off completely, revealing himself utterly to Cecile. The last time she’d seen him naked, his cock had impressed her with its size, but he hadn’t been aroused then.

  Now he was.

  Inadvertently, Cecile emitted a brief gasp and her lips curled up in a smile. Her fingers, of their own volition, stroked his shaft gently as he sighed.

  Nash, it seemed, was out of patience too. He picked Cecile up, one arm beneath her legs and the other behind her back, and laid her gently on an old carpet on the floor.

  “Is it okay, baby?” he asked softly.

  “Yes. More than okay,” she said as her thighs parted for him.

  Nash smiled as his eyes moved downward to the pink between her legs.

  “Beautiful,” he said, dipping his head down, and Cecile watched as his face settled, his breath hot on her wet lips.

  She felt his tongue slide the length of her aching slit and swirl around her clitoris before he landed a kiss on her hardening bud. Her entire body convulsed softly, moving as though to meet his motions.

  “I want you in me,” she said. “I want to come for you…but I want you inside.”

  Nash put his head up now, kissing her thighs as he moved towards her.

  As he pulled himself over her, he looked into her eyes.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” he said. “Everything about you is paradise. And I would eat you for years on end.”

  Cecile put a hand up and brushed away the lock of hair that always seemed to want to make its way into his eyes. Then she took control again.

  She turned herself over under him, pulling her body up onto her knees and parting them slightly. Nash saw before him the ripe fruit that had tempted him on day one: the beautiful ass that beckoned him and begged to be approached. He knew what to do.

  A moment later, he was stroking her opening with the tip of his cock, moistening his own flesh, which hardened under his touch as though the contact with hers caused a chemical reaction which spread up his shaft and into his body.

  “What you do to me…” he said.

  He pushed himself towards her, allowing the head of his cock to part her lips slightly and he moaned at the sight. His hands on her ass, he then thrust forward as Cecile’s head came up. Had she been a wolf, she would have howled, but instead she let out a delighted cry.

  In a second his pelvis was against her flesh and she felt all of him deep inside her body. Nash was in heaven for the time being, able to forget all that had occurred and all that might yet come to pass. He was now one with the woman he’d grown to adore; his mate. His Cecile. His tiger. There was no separating them; at best they would only ever part temporarily. He would defend her to the death if anyone threatened their bond.

  He pulled out again, almost all the way, watching the juices coat his flesh, his veins glistening with Cecile’s arousal. And then he thrust back in, hard, as she cried out once again in the ecstasy of having her body invaded in such a way.

  “You like that, sweet thing?” he asked as he pulled out again slowly. It seemed to take twenty seconds to extract his entire length from her throbbing wetness, and she felt each millisecond of it with pure joy, because she knew that he would be in her again, and again.

  “I love it. I never want it to stop,” she said.

  “Then it won’t,” said Nash, just before ramming himself into her again.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “You’re so big, Nash, I can hardly…”

  She didn’t finish the sentence. His cock deep inside her, Nash put a finger under it and lightly flicked her clit, smiling as he felt her opening tighten around his shaft.

  “Yeah,” he said. “That feels good, doesn’t it, my tiger?”

  “Mmmmhmm,” was all she was able to manage.

  Nash stared at the dip in her spine; the beautiful arched back that made her ass jut out all the more, welcoming him in, as he softly massaged her swollen bud. In gentle motions he eased in and out of her, his focus remaining on her pleasure.

  Cecile felt her nipples harden and with one hand she held herself up while the other reached under her full breasts and ran its fingertips over the pink tips while this man, this bastion of male perfection, sank his extraordinary, enormous cock into her. His finger on her clit made her feel as though she had somehow found the greatest masseur on earth. She felt utterly relaxed and aroused at once, her body preparing to tense in orgasmic response.

  “I wish,” said Nash, “that my fingers were tongues, and that I could eat you while I fuck you.” With that he play
ed with her as though he were stroking guitar strings, each finger sliding over her with delicacy as her own fingers pinched her nipples in the cold air.

  “With other tongues I would lick your nipples at the same time,” he said, easing in and out of her as he stroked her. “I wish my body could change into a creature purely made to pleasure you.”

  “You already are that creature, Nash,” she said through strained vocal chords. “You’re going to…oh, God…”

  With that, Nash felt her squeeze him tightly as she came, her pussy pulsing around his length. He pulled out nearly all the way and thrust back into her, his hand still caressing her.

  “Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

  Her orgasm shot through her in waves, her body contracting repeatedly around him, sending shudders through his own form as his cock felt each pulse. He strained to control his arousal; it felt as though her channel were trying to urge his cock into action; to milk him dry.

  He waited for her tremors to subside and then pulled his hand back, laying each palm on a hip.

  “I’m going to make myself come inside you, Cecile,” he said. “May I?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, short of breath.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, my beautiful tiger. May I?”

  “Yes.” Cecile wanted to laugh euphorically. He was asking permission but she knew, as he did, that none was needed. She was his now, in every way.

  With that, he began to pound himself into her, over and over again, speeding up the pace as he went. “My cock is going to shoot for you, Cecile. It’s going to shoot its hot juice into you. May I? Please, Cecile. May I?”

  “Oh God, yes,” she replied, her body still feeling the aftershocks of her ecstasy.

  “Tell me how much you want it,” Nash moaned as he watched himself enter her again and again.

  “I want it so bad,” she said. “I want you to come in me. I want you to explode inside me, my perfect lion. I want your cock to feel so good…”

  “It does, baby. So good.”

  “I want to milk you with my slit.”

  “Oh, fuck…”

  With those words, Nash thrust into her with a finality that she knew meant that he’d lost his ability to control himself. Cecile felt a rush of heat at her core as he came for her.

  They were truly one now.

  It was many seconds before Cecile felt the palpitations cease, and felt his body relax finally after an orgasm of such intensity that she’d wondered if some earthquakes were less tumultuous. She loved that he was truly inside her now; that their bodies mingled deep within her.

  Nash wrapped long arms around her, his hands covering her breasts and holding her tightly. Never had Cecile felt so enveloped; so protected as in that moment. Protected and yet vulnerable, as she was now fully his.

  They lay down finally, Nash still inside her, and he spooned her, his body heating her own. It was only after a long while that Cecile finally felt his cock ease out of her; a feeling which made her want to weep.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “It will be back,” he said. “Always. Again and again forever.”

  “Good. Good.”

  ***

  “We’d better get dressed,” Cecile said first, after the two had lain, holding one another, for what felt like an hour. “They’ll kill us both if they find us like this.”

  “Those assholes couldn’t hurt either of us,” Nash said, his thoughts returning him from the bliss of her naked form to an ugly reality. “But you’re right; we should at least let them think they have the power. I’m not exactly supposed to be fucking the prisoner.”

  “You’re the nicest guard I’ve ever met.” With that, Cecile kissed him gently on the lips.

  “And you have the most beautiful body of any inmate I’ve ever seen.”

  “Thank you.”

  Nash hated to watch her cover herself up again; those perfect ivory curves begged for kisses and gentle bites, but he knew now that he would see it all again. That every chance he got he would kiss his way up each leg, his lips landing on her smooth flesh, making their way to the heaven that waited between her thighs.

  It wasn’t until an hour later that they finally heard the hum of the SUV’s engine as it drove up the dirt road. Nash and Cecile positioned themselves opposite one another; she on the cot, he across the room as though guarding her. He wondered if the others would smell sex in the air as he still did, the aroma tormenting him in the sweetest way.

  “Change of plan,” said Fargo as he came in, followed by his thug guardian.

  “What’s going on?” asked Nash.

  “Conrad Malcolm is back in town. Seems he got wind of his daughter’s disappearance more quickly than expected. And who’d have thought it? He actually gives a shit.” With that, he glared in Cecile’s direction. She glared right back, light eyes narrowing as she pondered eviscerating him.

  “So what are we going to do about it?” asked Nash.

  “Well, it seems that he wants to meet directly with the boss. Which works out quite nicely, since the boss is pretty keen on meeting up with him.” Fargo milled around the room as he spoke, appearing to inspect it. “We’ll bring him here. This is the safest spot for it.”

  “And what’s the purpose of this meeting?” asked Cecile, who felt a wash of something like fear. It seemed that her father was walking into a trap of his own making, which seemed entirely unlike him.

  The weasel shifter lunged at her quickly, causing her to recoil for a moment and then to growl, her teeth emerging for the first time. Nash saw the canines glisten white and felt a surge of pride in his mate, his lover, his partner. He wanted to see her in all her feline glory, giving this man exactly what he deserved. “Just a little bit longer, Cecile,” he thought, willing her to understand without spoken words.

  Fargo leapt backwards as a domestic cat might when it’s been startled, and Nash could see that he hadn’t expected to encounter physical evidence of Cecile’s tiger. Yeah, just fuck with her and see where that gets you, he thought.

  “It’s none of your damn business,” Fargo said to Cecile when he’d had a moment to slow his heart rate. “But your father has agreed to pay a ransom.”

  Cecile raised an eyebrow, giving away her surprise at this information.

  “I can see that you didn’t expect this. I guess your dad’s as big a prick as he seems, isn’t he?”

  She didn’t reply.

  “So when’s this all going down?” asked Nash, wondering if he could somehow warn Zoe and the others that the boss would finally be in town.

  “Tomorrow. I need you to stay here and guard this one,” said Fargo. “And give me your cell phone. You won’t need it.”

  Nash reluctantly handed the device over, knowing now that there was no way to contact Zoe or the others.

  Fargo continued, “Malcolm will arrive in the morning. We’ll deal with him then.”

  “What do you mean by that?” asked Nash.

  “What the fuck do you think I mean? I mean we’ll deal with him.”

  Cecile’s hands gripped the thin cot, nails extending into long claws which punctured the canvas. If they intended to kill her father…

  Nash looked at her, a reassuring expression passing quickly over his face as though to say, “I will protect him and you. Don’t even worry for a second.” She understood. In fact, she knew well that she could protect herself, but somehow her father was no longer the man he’d once been and she wasn’t entirely sure that he could survive an attack by a shifter, let alone more than one. Nash would have to fight them alone, or else she would have to join in on the fray.

  “I’m going to meet with the boss tonight,” continued Fargo, oblivious to the silent communication that was going on under his nose.

  “This is the first time, isn’t it?” asked Nash. “You haven’t met him before.”

  “Yes, asshole, it’s the first time. I’m assuming it means he’s promoting me. So don’t pull anything stupid. Piss me
off and you’re toast.”

  “God forbid I should rile a ferret,” said Nash, disdain coating his deep voice.

  “Weasel,” said Fargo, as though that somehow improved his lot.

  Fargo left after giving Nash a bag of groceries for the night’s dinner, and the steel cuffs that he was to put on Cecile’s wrists again before her father was to arrive. It seemed that they didn’t trust her not to shift.

  “I won’t do anything to endanger my father,” she’d told the weasel.

  “And I don’t believe you. So you get to wear the cuffs of shame,” he’d said.

  In that moment Cecile transformed.

  It was the first time that Nash had seen her tiger. She was enormous, though not as tall as his lion. Her fur was pure white with grey stripes, and her eyes remained the pale colour that they were in human form.

  Fargo froze as the tiger approached him, thrusting her muzzle at his face. He stared at her as though he’d never seen anything of her ilk, and she opened her mighty jaw enough that his entire head would have fit into her mouth.

  An inch in front of his nose, she snapped her mouth shut, the sound making Fargo jump.

  As she turned and walked away, the weasel man said, “Nash, keep this chick under control or I’ll find a gun and shoot you both.”

  “No problem, boss,” said Nash. “I live to keep her under control.”

  With that, Fargo turned and left. Nash wondered if he’d pissed himself. He hoped so.

  Eleven

  The night ahead would be too long and yet too short, Nash knew. He had the woman of his dreams on hand and was in fact imprisoned with her. He could make love to her all night long, and he would if she wanted him. But he knew that she was frightened, too.

  “Cecile,” he said as she paced around the room, still in her cat form. She turned her head and looked at him, finally approaching. He put his hand on her back, his fingers entwining her coarse fur, reaching for her skin. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Almost as beautiful as you are in human form.”