Chasing Tail (Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 1) by Celia Kyle

“Mine!”
    Yes, yes she was his.
    He stretched her, sending a tendril of pain through her blood, and it twined around the pleasure still pulsing through her. That sting merely encouraged her release to continue, the pleasure overwhelming until she could hardly breathe.
    He withdrew slightly, his thickness caressing her inner walls, and then he shoved forward in a fierce thrust once again. “Mine.”
    She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him close. “Yours.”
    He repeated the move, a slight retreat and then a forceful lunge. “Forever mine.”
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    Then words were beyond her. She was unable to catch her breath, unable to think beyond the pleasure and need that consumed her. Their bodies writhed in a dance as old as time, hips meeting, skin sliding against skin, and their breaths mingling as his mouth hovered above her.
    The sounds of their sex filled the air while the scent of their combined musk soaked into their pores and coated them. No, it wasn’t just sex, it was pure, animalistic mating. Lion to lioness, man to woman, forever.
    “Come for me.” He gave another fierce thrust, slamming the bed against the wall. “Come for me, and then I’ll claim you.” Another thrust and retreat. “Make you mine.”
    Penelope did as he asked, taking the pleasure of his body and gathering it to herself. The rest of her orgasm had not drifted far, and his words sent it rushing forward once again. Only this time, it was stronger, overwhelming in its intensity and she cried out as it crashed through her blood. “Oh God!”
    “Now, Penelope. Now. I want you to be mine.”
    She couldn’t deny him, and this time her scream ended with a mighty roar. Her lion leapt forward, forcing her human teeth to become sharp fangs, the tips easily able to sink into Marcus’ flesh. And then she did.
    She struck, pressing them through his skin and into the muscle, taking him for herself. Her next yell was muffled against his flesh as he did the same to her. It was no longer simply the combined scents of their sweat and musk, but also the coppery tang of their blood that surrounded them.
    The shifter born magic that lived inside them reached for the other; his stretching and twining with hers while hers beckoned him. As their release thundered through their bodies, the ethereal lines wrapped around each other and tied the two spirits together. Yes, sharing their bodies was an integral part of a mating, but this soul deep connection would knot them together until the end of time.
    And as the lines solidified in their connection, her beast was soothed by Marcus’ presence. Because it was done, they were mated, and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do. Her pride may not view her as a worthy lioness, but fuck them.
    Marcus was hers. Hers. And if they didn’t like it, she’d have her mate kick their asses.
    His shaft swelled and stretched her further, locking them together in the final moments of their binding. His thickness wouldn’t allow him to retreat as soon as his orgasm ended; they would be joined together in a closeness only shared by mates.
    A new heat filled her, the warmth of his cum coating her inner walls. His pure essence would alter her true scent, adding a bit of his to her own. One and all would know she belonged to him. In return, she knew her bite on his shoulder would do the same. Maybe not to the extent of the alteration of hers, but the bitches better watch out because she would straight up cut them if they went near her mate.
    Marcus trembled, his big frame shaking and the vibrations transferred to her, sending another spear of pleasure down her spine. It wasn’t until he withdrew his fangs from her flesh that she realized the motions were due to chuckles and not emotions that overwhelmed him.
    At his retreat, she withdrew her own, and lapped at the wound she caused. It was big and would definitely be visible to everyone. Good. That part of her mind settled, she returned her attention to