Growl for Me: BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance (6 page)

“Mina...” he
rasped into her mouth. “Mine...”

He continued kissing her
with a fierce, feral hunger, pressing her possessively to him. When
she dragged her tongue slowly across his lower lip, he groaned and
dug his nails into her waist.

He slipped one hand between
her legs and Mina felt a rush of moisture in her panties.

Declan's eyes turned a
deeper shade of blue and his breathing quickened. “Mina...”
he growled dangerously.

She blinked up at him,
trembling with anticipation. She didn't know what he was going to
do, but she wanted him to do it. She saw how tightly clenched his
jaw was, and she saw the veins popping from his neck. His muscles
tensed and rippled under his shirt. She knew that he was struggling
to restrain himself, and hold on to his control. Looking down, she
hid a smile.

There was a very prominent
bulge in his jeans. He was hard for her. And she was driving him
out of his mind.

Seeing a handsome, powerful
man come undone in her arms was incredibly erotic and it did some
crazy things to her ego.

She wanted to be the one to
snap his restraint, make him lose control.

Walking her fingers
seductively up his broad shoulders, she drawled, “Yes, Declan,
what do you want? Just what do you want to do...to me, Mr Grant?”
she whispered in his ear.

His eyes flashed and he
gripped both her wrists in one hand.

“Mina,” he
smiled savagely. “You asked for it.”

With that, he tumbled her
into the grass, and held her down as she lay on her back, panting.

She let out a squeal and
twisted out of his grip. Pummeling his solid chest, she tried to
shove him off her but it was like pushing against a wall. They
wrestled and rolled in the grass, biting and nipping at each other.
Her ponytail had loosened, and Mina knew she looked a right mess with
grass, twigs and whatnots tangled in her curls. But she didn't care.
She grunted and growled as she tried to pin Declan beneath her.

At last, she pushed him to
the ground and straddled him. “Ha!” She pinned his
hands on either side of his head and smirked.

His eyes half closed and she
felt his body relax under her. He was giving up the fight. She
released her hold on him and straightened up, clapping her hands in
victory.

Without warning, Declan
grabbed her and rolled her onto the grass. She was panting hard as
she stared up at him. With a wicked gleam in his eye, Declan
stretched her arms high up above her head and lowered his body to
hers. Mina gasped and struggled furiously. When her hips jerked up
and brushed against his crotch, she let out a cry at the stab of
desire that seared all her nerves. An agonizing ache throbbed
between her thighs, driving her crazy with need.

Mina blinked rapidly to try
to clear her foggy vision. She had wanted to see Declan lose
control. Instead, she was the one who was losing all control. Her
body was burning, aching, crying out for him.

“Declan...” she
whispered. “Oh, Declan!”

Declan glared down at his
little human and felt his control over his wolf slip a notch. He
growled and bared his teeth, but Mina didn't seem to be afraid of him
at all. In fact, she seemed to enjoy taunting and teasing him. She
was mischievous and playful, full of life and laughter. She knew how
to play like a wolf, and she seemed to love the wild as much as he
did. Some city girls didn't like nature that much, and rather
preferred to sit in an air-conditioned office. But Mina seemed
invigorated and emboldened by her walk to the lake. Her cheeks were
rosy and her skin was flushed with her exertion. He could scent her
perspiration and her fierce arousal, as she squirmed beneath him.

She was driving him out of
his goddamn mind.

His wolf was clawing at him,
demanding that he take her right now, right here. The wolf wanted to
claim its mate, mark her, take her, make her his completely. By
sheer, superhuman willpower, Declan wrestled his wolf down, and
fought to control his rampaging lust for this beautiful, delectable
female.

Mina might be human, but she
wasn't weak. She was tough, resilient, and she adapted and learned
quickly.

Just last night, she had
been attacked by a pack of ferocious red wolves. She was new to
Misty Valley and that vicious attack was her very first encounter
with the shifters of Misty Valley. Most humans would have gone
batshit crazy and hightailed it back to the city. Not his Mina
though. She stayed.

Declan knew that humans
weren't as sturdy and hardy as shifters. Humans just weren't built
for speed and strength. They couldn't draw on the power and
instincts of their animals. They had less energy, less reserves to
draw on, and when pushed too hard, these fragile humans just broke
and crumbled into pieces.

Declan didn't want to break
his mate.

He would never, ever hurt
her.

But right now, she was
asking for it, begging for it. He could see the need and desire in
her soft, gray eyes, and feel the trembling in her legs as she parted
them for him. The tugging, urging scent of her arousal was tearing
his control to shreds. Declan considered himself a highly
disciplined man, but right now, he sorely wanted to point his nose to
the sky and howl.

Mina whimpered as she gazed
up at him, her chest rising and falling as she took shallow, ragged
breaths. She raised her hips and rubbed against him, inflaming him
beyond all reason.

“Declan...” she
whispered.

He stared down the length of
her lush, quivering body and swallowed hard. His hands moved of
their own accord. Slowly, reverently, his hands trailed down her
round shoulders to her chest. He unbuttoned her blouse and spread
the two halves of her blouse wide, exposing her soft, curvy body and
lace-covered breasts.

He saw a look of uncertainly
flicker across her eyes. “Mina,” he said, his voice
gruffer and harsher than he'd intended. “You are beautiful.
You are so perfect for me.”

“Perfect?” She
winced. “I...I'm not slim and toned, like...” she
swallowed and let her eyes sweep down his long, muscular body.

“You are perfect!”
he said, his eyes flashing. “More than perfect.” He
cupped her face. “And I'm going to make every inch of your
perfect body...” He ran his fingers over her breasts, skimming
the sensitive peaks. “...mine. If any male has seen you
naked...” Declan felt his claws slice out. “I'll have
to gouge out his eyes!”

At his words, Mina gulped
and looked away. Her reaction told him that she had been naked with
a man before, and that he wasn't the first man to see and touch her
beautiful body. Declan felt a sharp pang of jealousy. He took a
deep breath and forced his claws back.

He closed his eyes briefly,
feeling his anger seep away. Even through his jealousy, he was
quietly relieved that Mina wasn't a virgin. His wolf was going crazy
with lust, and he wouldn't do anything to her if she hadn't been with
a male before. He might scare her and scar her forever. If she was
an innocent little virgin, he wouldn't penetrate her at all, not even
with his tongue or his finger. He would not allow himself to taste
her, and that would drive his wolf wild with need and frustration.
He might just implode or combust spontaneously.

“Mina, hey.” He
tiled her chin with one finger. “Hey, look at me. I was
joking. Well, not really,” he conceded. “But I won't
claw out the eyes of any man you've been with. You have nothing to
be ashamed of. We've both been with other people before we met each
other.” Declan paused, waiting for her to ask the dreaded
question. If she asked him how many females he'd been with, he'd
have to answer honestly, “Too many to count.” It was the
truth. Wolves were lusty creatures, and they had to satisfy their
bodily needs. But that was all it was. Just a bodily need. He
didn't want those females. He didn't hunger for them, or feel all
possessive and protective towards them. He never claimed them and
marked them. It was just an itch to be scratched. The females
experienced the itch too, and he scratched it for them very
satisfyingly. But he always made sure that he never slept with any
female wolves from his pack. He would never subject his future mate
to such humiliation. He was the Alpha, and his mate would be the
Alpha's mate. She was to be respected, revered, loved and guarded.
He would never allow the female wolves in his pack to have anything
over his mate.

Mina turned to look at him.
He saw hope and trust in those large eyes. “I've only been
with one man,” she confided. “Nate was my first
boyfriend...he...”
He broke my heart.

Declan saw the look of hurt
and betrayal in her eyes, and his claws inched out again. Now he
really wanted to claw out that bastard's eyes. The bastard had hurt
Mina, and he would kill that creep for her.

Mina shrugged and the hurt
in her eyes faded. “He's a liar and a cheat, and he's no
longer my concern.” Her voice was calm, thoughtful. “I
don't hate him, you know. We were young and well, at sixteen, you
see everything through rose-tinted glasses. You like a boy, he likes
you back, and you start thinking that you'll be with this person
forever.” She gave him a small smile. “He was the only
guy I'd been with. So...”

Declan released his breath
very slowly.

She'd only been with one
man.

One.

He didn't know why he should
feel pleased, but he did. What she did before she met him wasn't his
business. She could have had any number of lovers before him, and it
wouldn't have made a difference. He would be her last lover, and her
only lover from here on in. From now to eternity, she would know
only his touch, his kiss, his body. No other male would pleasure her
and enjoy her sweet, luscious body. She was his, and his alone. Now
and forever.

But she's not yours
,
his wolf growled.
You haven't claimed her.

His nails dug into his palms
as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. His whole body was on fire,
aching and roaring to be inside her. He wanted to sink himself into
her and lose his seed deep inside her. And he wanted to keep fucking
her, in every way, in every position, until the sun set and rose
again. He wanted to take her hard, mark her hard, and hear her
scream his name when she came.

With a roar, he ripped her
bra from her body and covered one creamy breast with his mouth. Her
gasps turned to moans as he sucked hungrily at her nipple, pulling
and nipping it between his teeth. As he licked the stiff, dark peak,
he kneaded and caressed her other breast, making her groan and writhe
with pleasure. She arched her back when he circled her erect nipple
with his tongue, and blew gently on the wet, hard bud.

“Oh, Declan...”
she panted, rolling her hips.

He put a hand between her
legs and she ground against his palm, desperate for release. He
could scent his female's boiling need, and see the burning desire in
her eyes. She was begging him with her eyes, but she was too proud,
or too modest, to articulate her need. She was playful and bold when
she saw that she could tease him to the edge of his sanity. Somehow
she knew that he would hold on to his control. She had that much
faith in him. But now that she was in the painful grip of her own
lust, she was too shy to tell him what she wanted.

He would give her anything
she wanted. Anything and everything.

He unzipped her jeans, and
her eyes widened. She bit her quivering lip and let out a strangled
sound. Her raging desire frightened her and excited her. She wanted
him, but she was afraid. Declan felt her hot body tremble under his
fingers as she fought to resist him. But he knew that resistance was
futile—for both of them.

He could never resist her.
She was his mate. And she would always want him and crave his touch.
Her body had already recognized him, and was so ready to receive
him. He knew, he just knew, that if he spread her legs now, he would
find her wet and ready for him.

But her human mind refused
to listen to her instincts, to the screams of her body. Human minds
liked logic, order and reason. Animals were more in touch with
nature, more in tune with their instincts and urges, and listened to
the natural rhythm and cycle of their bodies. That was why Declan
always listened to his wolf when his wolf sensed danger.

But right now, the man and
the wolf were at war.

Declan was determined to
win. It might kill him, but he would not mount his mate in the dirt
like an animal. He would pleasure her and ease her need, but he
would not take her and break her like this.

“Mina,” he said
hoarsely. “Your need is so fierce, it is driving both of us
mad. Let me ease you. I will pleasure you, but I won't fuck you.
Trust me.”

“Y-you...” She
blinked, trying to clear her vision. Declan saw the confusion and
conflict in her eyes. There was a trace of terror, and he growled.

“I'm a wolf, but I am
not an animal, Mina. I will not hurt you,” he gritted out. “I
will never hurt you.”