Her Lion Guard 2 (Paranormal Shifter Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the Lion in human skin.
    Jonas must have felt her anxiety. He let out a soft growl and lifted a trembling hand – his fingers were slightly curled, nails glinting sharper then they ought to be – and rested it gently against her hair. He seemed uncertain, almost afraid. Mary-Lou pushed into his hand, tilted her head up and to the side to reveal her throat.
    I trust you , she said without words, I trust you, so trust yourself.
    Jonas’ hand tightened in her hair – a brief sting he was quick to soothe by rubbing large, gentle fingers against her scalp. Hesitantly, he moved closer, blue eyes flickering from Mary-Lou’s throat to her face. Mary-Lou fought to keep her expression mild and her mind at peace; her mate needed reassurance, needed her to be strong tonight. She would be. She was.
    Mary-Lou almost sighed with relief when golden hair finally brushed against her cheek. Here, Jonas was finally here with her – not lost in his mind, human consciousness buried beneath primal instincts. She let herself move closer, let her body relax and press against her mate’s.
    A rumble, low and deep, shook through Jonas’ body. Mary-Lou smiled and nuzzled into the hollow where her mate’s neck and shoulder met, trailing her lips against the soft skin. She tasted the next rumble, opened her mouth and pressed her dull, human teeth where the sound shook through Jonas’ throat. Jonas groaned and arched into the bite, eyes too bright as he stared down into Mary-Lou’s flushed face.
    “Mary,” he whispered, words spilling clumsily from his mouth. He had not spoken for two days; Mary-Lou smiled, blinking back relieved tears.
    “Jonas.” She pushed herself up on one unsteady elbow. Jonas bent down to meet her, lips soft and open as they swallowed her own.
    They kissed slowly, gently – without urgency or need other than that to touch and be touched in return. It was a kiss of reassurance, of love and heat: A memory to be cherished. A promise to be kept.
    The darkness of the day to come loomed above them, heavier than ever; Mary-Lou wished to forget, to make Jonas forget, if just for a while. So she deepened the kiss, guided Jonas back against the bed until his body stretched, supple and strong, against the white sheets. She sucked at his bottom lip, pulled the plush flesh in and bit – gentle, wet, desperate . Jonas groaned against her, opened his mouth wide and consumed her with eager kisses, large hands sliding down her back to grasp her hips. Mary-Lou let him pull her in, let herself fall fully against his body: Bare thighs spread over Jonas’ hips, hands braced on either side of his head. Jonas’ eyes were a soft, dazed blue; Mary-Lou’s own green gaze curled in a smile, glistened with mischievous happiness.
    “Hold on,” she whispered and ground down.
    Jonas gasped, thrust up against her as the softness of her flesh moved away – only to return again, and again, an insistent roll that left him shaking, fighting to ease his grip around her thighs. Mary-Lou grinned wider, pressed down faster as she felt him harden and strain beneath her. Electricity surged between them – Mary-Lou moaned again, low and drawn-out. She fell against Jonas’ naked chest, arms too weak to support her even as she continued to grind down, guided by her own pleasure as well as Jonas’ gentle hands. Her breasts pressed between them, aching with lack of contact and an excess of desire.
    “Let me—” Jonas rasped, voice still unsteady. His hands were sure against her body, however – slid up her trembling legs to where she was wet and aching.
    Mary-Lou surged up at the first touch, swallowing a sharp scream as pleasure thrummed through her. Her thighs tightened, ground down against Jonas’ fingers in reflexive need to keep the touch there, there, there . She bit her lip, bit Jonas’ shoulder in retaliation and shuddered to a stop.
    “N-no,” Mary-Lou shook her head, shook it again when Jonas froze – uncertain and needlessly guilty