Shiftr: Swipe Left for Love (Andrea) BBW Lion Shifter Romance (Hope Valley BBW Dating App Romance Book 4) (8 page)

“Let’s go,” she said.

They did walk fast to the shack, holding hands, barely speaking. Sex hung in the air between them, every particle of it seeming to be charged with their desire. At long last, the row of shacks came into view. For both of them, it couldn’t have been a more welcome sight. Magnus unlocked the door of his shack and they hurtled in. He flicked a light switch on, and two lamps were illuminated, at either end of the room. He’d added two more animal skin rugs to the floor, and some soft blankets to the bed.

“Better?” he said.

“Much!” she replied. As he closed the door, she threw herself on him, tipping him off balance, and pressed him against the door. She kissed him urgently as her hands ran up and down his chest, feeling at his pecs and abs. At her touch, he instantly became hard, and his lion let out a groan of need. She unfastened the top button of his shirt, and then another one.

“What’s it like to mate with a lion?” she asked abruptly, pulling back and looking up at him. “Will it hurt?” He looked down at her, reading her, knowing she could take it.

“Maybe a little, but only in a good way,” he said, with a smirk. She gave a little gasp, and began to kiss him harder, her tongue insinuating itself into his mouth and seeking out his.
Christ, she was like a lioness.
He’d never met such a voracious woman before. It was incredibly hot. She’d succeeded in unbuttoning his shirt all the way. He still had his coat on, and she stripped it off, along with his shirt, and let them fall to the floor. Then she paused and stared at his torso, drinking in the sight of his bare flesh. When her gaze reached his belt, her lips curved into a smile. She could see that he was hard and ready for her. She reached out and touched him through his pants and it was his turn to gasp. It was as if he’d been electrocuted. Her eyes were full of fire at she tipped her head back to look him in the eye. He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her hard and deep as she continued to touch him. When she reached for his zipper, he pulled away.

“Enough!” he said. “You’re trying to get me naked, and you’re still wearing all of your clothes.” He encircled her waist in his hands and led her over to the bed, gently pushing her down onto it. He knelt in front of her and unfastened the zippers that ran the length of her boots. He pulled them off and ran his hand up her leg, as far as mid-thigh.

“Pantyhose, right?” he said. She nodded, hitched her dress up and eased the patterned lace hose down from the waist. When they reached her knees, he slid them down the rest of the way, revealing the soft, pale skin of her legs. She had great legs – very shapely, with strong, curvy thighs and defined calves, and small at the ankles. Her toenails were painted the same deep cherry shade as her fingernails. Her feet were adorably small and feminine. He held them in his hands, until she pulled them away, muttering that they were big and ugly. He never did understand women’s hang-ups about their size. All women looked tiny to him. He leaned forward and kissed her, tenderly at first, and then more passionately. And, as he felt her body relax, he began to ease her dress up, along her thighs. She wriggled, allowing him to slide it over her ass and up to her waist. She stiffened a little as he raised it over her belly and tugged it up, over her buxom breasts. At last, he drew away from the kiss and whispered,

“Lift up your arms.” He eased the dress over her head and cast it aside. He gazed at her body, luxuriating in the sight of her delicious curves. She looked down, wouldn’t meet his eye. It was very endearing seeing this strong, dominant woman seeming so shy. But he didn’t want her like this. He wanted her to unleash her urges and desires for him, without any inhibitions. “Andrea, you’re so sexy,” he growled. “I’ve been dying to undress you ever since I first laid eyes on you. You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” And it was true. She had curves any shifter would kill for. Her lashes lifted and her violet eyes met his, searching, checking that he really meant it. The hunger in his expression must’ve persuaded her, because her full lips curved into a sexy, dirty smile. That look in her eye, along with the sight of her, sitting in front of him, legs slightly parted, in emerald green lace lingerie, just about tipped him over the edge.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He leapt onto her, tipping her backwards so she lay flat on the bed. As his cock pressed against the tender place between her thighs, his whole body jerked.
God, I need to be inside her so bad!
He stripped his pants off. There was no hiding his erection now. It tented the front of his black silk boxer shorts, big and strong. Andrea stared at it with undisguised lust. As he arched over her, she reached for him, one hand running all over his torso, the other trying to pull his pants off.

“Not so fast,” he said, and he caught up her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of his huge hands. She tested his grasp, straining to get away, but he held her there easily. She was a very strong woman, but there was no overcoming a lion’s force. Her eyes were full of a mixture of frustration and arousal. He sensed that she loved to be dominated, but wouldn’t give into it without a fight. This was going to be very interesting. And he had the distinct impression that mating with Andrea was never going to be dull. Which was fortunate, since she was his mate.
This is your mate
, his lion told him, over and over, as he gazed at her flushed cheeks, and parted lips, and the voluptuous, womanly body that struggled beneath him. With his free hand, he caressed her breasts through the lace of the bra. Her nipples instantly became very hard, begging for him to suck on them. He nibbled at them through the fabric, teasing her. She made little sounds of frustration, needing more. He reached under her back and deftly unfastened the three catches of her bra, then he lifted the entire bra up, freeing her breasts. They were huge, bigger than his hand, with lovely, caramel-colored nipples. As his hand closed on them, one and then the other, she let out an unrestrained moan. He took her nipples into his mouth, gently sucking them, rolling them on his tongue. Her pelvis made little jerks, trying to get closer to his cock. Instead, he pushed her legs wide apart and pinned them with his thighs, intent on making this lioness wait until he was ready to take her. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, making his cock stiffen even more. If he waited much longer, it would be too late. He kneaded at her breasts as he sucked her nipples. He was a real breast man, and she had the most incredible ones he’d ever got his hands on. As his teeth grazed her tender skin, she gave little moans of delight.

He relinquished his grasp on her wrists long enough to remove her bra completely, and then he caught them up again. He ran his hand over the soft curve of her belly and lightly, casually, placed his hand between her thighs. Her panties were drenched. His lion snarled, urging him to push them aside and thrust his cock into her. It took all of Magnus’s self control not to give into it. Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them all the way down, slipping them over her feet and crumpling them in his hand, before depositing them next to her bra. Andrea was now fully exposed to his eyes. He gazed at the neat, dark triangle of hair between her thighs, and the wet, pink pussy beneath. She looked so open, so ready for him.

“Look at you,” he growled. “You’re so pink and perfect. I can’t wait to taste you, to explore you with my mouth.” She squirmed in pleasure, her thighs slackening. He dipped his head, and gave her pussy one long lick, all the way up to her clit. As his tongue circled that super-sensitive little bud, she cried out and he almost lost his grip on her wrists. He licked it again, and again, filling his nostrils with her fresh, sweet, salty scent. It reminded him of cut grass and sea breeze and caramel candy, all at the same time. He couldn’t get enough of it. Her hips began to move rhythmically. Sensing that she needed him inside her, he slipped a finger into her pussy. She cried out again, and her muscles clenched around his finger as he slid in and out on her wetness. He slid a second finger in and curled his fingertips, seeking out her g-spot. Her body jerked and jolted.

“Please, please!” she muttered from between clenched teeth. He lifted his head, but continued fucking her with his fingers.

“Please, what?” he said.

“Please, I need you to fuck me. I want to come with you inside me,” she managed to say. His lion gave a little roar and his lips curved into a predatory grin.

“With pleasure,” he said. He let go of her wrists and tugged his pants off. Then he crouched over her, fully naked, his cock swollen and pulsing with need. He saw her pupils dilating at the sight of him. Some women were scared of his size, but he just knew she’d be a size queen. She was a real woman; there was no doubt about that.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He spread her labia with his fingers, and drove his cock into her sweet, wet pussy.

As he filled her, she cried out. He looked at her face, worried, but her eyes sparkled with delight. Her pussy was hot and so tight around his girth, but he glided easily on her wetness. After a few cautious thrusts, he pushed himself all the way in, up to the hilt, and his lion purred at the feeling of being buried inside her. He lifted her thighs, and she responded by wrapping them around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper into her. As he thrust in and out, her pussy muscles rippled, clenching him, holding him tight. He kissed her lips, reddened from desire.

“Oh, baby, you’re so beautiful, so sexy,” he murmured, and he began to fuck her harder. Her breathing was hot and ragged in his ear, and her hands clawed at his back, each scratch leaving a shivery trail behind it. His back would bear her marks tomorrow morning – at least, he hoped so. As his tempo increased, her nails dug into his ass, pulling him closer. He couldn’t believe she could take so much of him and demanded more and more. His lion pushed at his skin, desperate to shift and take possession of her, and he held it back with an equal force. He could barely control it when he was mating, and he took his hands off Andrea’s body as his lion’s claws tried to push their way through. He also clenched his teeth to prevent it from roaring as it wanted to. It was too much. He pushed himself up on his arms and away from her body.

“I want to take you from behind,” he gasped. It was the only way he could give his lion a little freedom without scaring the hell out of her. And besides, he was longing to get a good view of the creamy globes of her ass as he fucked her. 

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and she flipped over, eagerly, so he thought. His lion purred at the sight of her on her hands and knees, arching her back and presenting her ass to him. She looked so hot and vulnerable like this. He paused to lick her again, sliding his long tongue inside her, before he took his aching cock in his hand and guided it into her once more. She cried out again as he penetrated her, and she clenched down on him, softer and more accommodating in this position. He traced his fingertips over her round, white ass cheeks as he pumped in and out, before digging his nails into her hips. He entered her in long thrusts, coming almost the entire way out, before driving himself in again, all the way to the hilt. His pelvis slapped against her ass, a rough, primal sound. She groaned and yelped, and, as her sounds became louder, she dropped her head and pushed her face into the pillow to muffle them. This had the effect of raising her ass higher, and he purred in satisfaction at the sight of his cock disappearing between the two arched peaks.

Magnus’s lion was so close to the surface; his breath came in animal groans and grunts, and he fought the urge to lean forward and seize the back of her neck between his teeth. Instead, he fucked her harder and faster, as she turned to molten heat, and he couldn’t tell where her pussy ended and his cock began. It was pure, animalistic pleasure.

“Oh, my god!” she yelled. The tiny muscles inside her rippled and clenched him even tighter than before. She pushed her ass into his pelvis, jerking back and forth, fucking herself on him. And then she exploded, coming with a scream and a series of violent shudders. She spasmed so hard around him that it almost hurt. But it hurt real good, as if she was milking his cock. And suddenly, he exploded too, shooting his hot seed deep inside her, digging his nails into her ass, as his roar reverberated around the cabin and into the woods.

She collapsed onto her front, and he came with her, staying inside her. He eased her onto her side so he could spoon her, and he pulled the bedclothes over them.

“Andrea, you’re my mate, you’re mine. Forever,” he managed to say, stroking her face, before they fell asleep, their bodies entwined.

Andrea awoke to complete darkness. She felt happy and very relaxed, as she couldn’t recall feeling since childhood. The bed she was lying on was very comfortable, and she seemed to be held in some kind of cocoon. Magnus’s body was wrapped around her. She could scarcely believe it, but here he was. She reached out and touched the silky skin of his muscular forearm. She could hear his breathing, slow and regular, and smell the spicy, masculine scent of him. Her heart blossomed with happiness. Having sex with him had been the craziest, most intense experience of her life. He was an incredible lover, and he’d set her body on fire in a way she hadn’t thought was possible. Every nerve ending still seemed to be tingling from his ministrations. And then. Then he’d said something incredible to her. He said she was his, forever.
But did he really mean it? Or did he just say it in the heat of passion?
She wriggled, trying to turn a little so she could look at his face and see if it yielded any clues. But she couldn’t move at all. She was imprisoned by a strong arm wrapped around her waist, a heavy thigh pinning down one of hers. And something else. The center of her body seemed to be pinned by something too.
He’s still inside me!
At the realization, her pussy spasmed, squeezing his cock. She became more and more aware of him filling her, growing inside her. It was an unusual sensation, but very arousing. Is he fully hard now? She thought so; she didn’t think she could take any more of him. Experimentally, she moved her hips back and forth.
Oh god, that feels good!
Her pussy tingled, and she sensed that she was getting wet again. She began to move rhythmically, in tiny strokes, so as not to disturb him. It felt hot and mischievous to be fucking herself on Magnus’s cock as he slept. The tingling inside her was growing and growing. She needed more. Her pelvis made bigger jerks, her ass bumping against his hips, and, at last, he made a sleepy sound and then another sound, somewhere between a purr and a snarl.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said, his voice a rumble in the darkness.

“Nothing!” she said, startled. Dread coursed through her body. Was he angry with her? He took hold of her hips and pushed himself even deeper inside her. She gasped.

“Well, it doesn’t feel like nothing,” he said. “In fact, it feels a lot like someone’s pussy is clenching around my cock.”

“Oh,” she said, and when she didn’t say anything else, he reached down and flicked her clit with his fingertip. She moaned and her pussy spasmed hard.

“Yes, just like that,” he said, in a purring tone. “In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d think that you were trying to take advantage of me while I slept.”

“No. It wasn’t like that – ”

“Shh,” he said, and slipped a finger between her lips. Instinctively, she allowed it to slide into her mouth. It tasted of her juices. As she sucked on it, he made a little sound, his hips moving back and forth, and his cock filling her up deliciously. His finger slid further into her mouth. It was driving her crazy. She yearned to take his cock into her mouth like that.

“What do you think I should do to someone who wakes me up in the middle of the night by trying to use my body for her own pleasure?” he said.

“I’d probably demand that she made it up to me,” she tried to say, but his finger was making it impossible to speak. He withdrew it.

“What was that?” he said, and she repeated herself.

“I was thinking the same thing,” he purred. “Now, how would she make it up to me?”

“She’d like to show you,” Andrea said, and at the same time, she moved her pelvis forward, pulling herself off his cock. Then, she turned around and felt for him in the darkness, wrapping her hand around his big, thick shaft. He moaned. She sought out his mouth, and kissed him passionately as she stroked him. He returned her kisses, placing a hand on the back of her neck to keep her there, while he cupped and kneaded her breast with his other hand. His tongue plunged into her mouth over and over, and she knew what he wanted. She wanted it too, like she’d never wanted it before. She tore herself away from his mouth and scooted down his body.

At the first lick, his entire body stiffened and he muted a roar. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting herself on him.

“Andrea, that’s incredible,” he muttered, and she picked up a shocked tone to his voice. She opened her mouth a little and took more of him in, placing her lips around the swollen head of his cock and sucking on him. His hips began to thrust, and she kept his hand on the base of his shaft, allowing him to move a little, but not too much as to overwhelm her. He tangled his fingers in her hair, and kept whispering words under his breath. Some didn’t seem to make any sense, but she picked out ‘baby’, and ‘unbelievable’ and ‘I love your mouth’ and, most often ‘you’re mine’. The little sighs he gave proved how much he was enjoying it. She loved it too. There was something so, so hot about him claiming her mouth, as well as her pussy. Unconsciously, her hand had slid between her thighs and she was touching herself, rhythmically circling her aching clit. As she approached orgasm, his thrusts became more forceful, and it was almost too much to take, as more and more of his cock filled her mouth. It didn’t dampen her arousal one bit; it was the scorching-hot domination that she’d craved for so long. But after a particularly forceful thrust made her cough, he withdrew himself from her mouth.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, stroking her lips with a fingertip. “I kind of lost control of myself there.”

“It’s ok,” she whispered, her tongue snaking out and licking his finger. “Andrea, my mate, you’re one hell of a woman,” he said in wonder. “Now, get up here.” He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing and, before she knew it, she was on her knees, holding onto the headboard of the bed. A second later, he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and his, long thick cock was penetrating her again. She gave a wild moan as the very first thrust tipped her over the edge, detonating an explosion deep in the core of her being. Waves of euphoria rippled through her pussy as it gripped Magnus’s cock in one violent shudder after another. He moved skillfully inside her, coaxing several climaxes out of her, one after another after another, until she was spent.

Now, his movements became faster and he began to pound her hips, his cock going deep inside the core of her being. His breath came quick and short.

“I wish you were in season right now,” he hissed in her ear. “Because I want to fill your beautiful body with my seed and make you pregnant with my cubs.” He slid a hand down to her belly and stroked it with his huge hand. “I can’t wait for you to bear my young, to watch your belly growing every day.” Andrea’s breath caught in her throat. Wow, he did mean
forever
. 

“Soon,” she replied, with a secret smile.

“Yes, my beautiful mate, I’m going to impregnate you very soon,” he said. He fucked her with abandon, in a series of hard thrusts as she braced herself on the bed, and at last he came, with an even louder roar than before.

They collapsed back into the bed, lying on their sides, Andrea’s face nestled into his light scattering of chest hair. He caressed her back and her ass tenderly.

“How did you know I’m not in season now?” Andrea asked him.

“I’m a lion. I’ve got a crazily intense sense of smell,” he replied, with a chuckle. “I know exactly when you’re fertile. Our species depends on it, of course.”

“So, when will that be?” she asked, intrigued. He took a deep sniff of her neck.

“Oh, in about five days,” he said. “And when that happens, you’d better bank on not leaving the bedroom for several days. Lions get lost in a mating frenzy when their mates come into season.”

“That sounds like my idea of heaven,” Andrea said, eyes shining.

“I’ll see if you’re still saying that after I’ve been claiming you in every which way for days on end,” he growled.

“I guess you will,” she exclaimed happily. Magnus’s expression became serious.

“I know what I said before, but I won’t pressure you into having my cubs until you’re ready for them,” he said. “We can use protection until that point.” Andrea stroked his face as she turned her thoughts over in her mind.

“I can’t wait to have your cubs. Everything’s happened so fast though. I feel like I’ll wake up tomorrow and discover that it was all a dream. I think I need a bit of time to get used to it,” she said with a laugh.

“Of course, baby,” he kissed her hand. “The most important thing is that you’re my mate. You’re my number one priority, from now on, and forever. And first and foremost, I want to enjoy being with you.” A warm, tingling feeling blossomed in Andrea’s stomach and spread all the way to her heart. No-one had said
forever
to her before. No-one had wanted her to be their number one. And now, this insanely good-looking, handsome, good-hearted man wanted her. Wanted her to have his babies. It was almost too good to be true. She pressed her lips against his collarbone, not trusting herself to say anything.

“Baby, are you ok?” he said, stroking her hair, his voice full of concern. 

“How do you know you won’t get sick of my snarkiness one day?” she whispered. Magnus gave a roar of laughter.

“Uh, because I’ve been living with my own snarkiness all my life!” he said. “I actually think it’s pretty cool. And anyway, you’re my mate. That means that I’m here to protect you, to care for you and to make you happy. For the rest of our lives. It’s not conditional or optional. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, Andrea, and I can’t wait for us to begin our lives together.” Andrea welled up with emotion. “Don’t cry, baby,” he whispered. “Just kiss me.” And she did, her tears of happiness making their mouths salty.