Chasing Tail (Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 1) by Celia Kyle Page A
Authors: Celia Kyle
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her laughing mate. “What’s so funny?”
“You.” He still remained tied to her, his length hard and firm within her, and he propped himself on his elbows. “You’re going to ‘straight up cut them’?”
Oh. She forgot he could read her mind. Dammit.
“Well, you’re my mate. You’re not the only one who gets to be a possessive asshole, you know.”
He lapped at her lips, and she opened to him, tasting her blood in his mouth an instant before he retreated. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It just surprised me. To think the woman I hunted down, the prissy perfect librarian is violent at heart… Makes me hard.”
Penelope rolled her eyes. “A stiff wind would make you hard.”
“Maybe when I was an adolescent cub, but now…” He slid his arms beneath her, and suddenly she was astride him, her legs straddling his hips while his shaft was still deep within her. “It’s all about you.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly.” He rubbed her hips and then cupped her ass, kneading the mounds. “Now, let’s see how long I can stay hard.”
Penelope definitely liked the sound of that idea.
Chapter Four
The next morning, Penelope rubbed her nose against Marcus’ bare chest, inhaling his musky scent and savoring his closeness. He stroked her with those large, callused palms and she remembered how gentle they could be. And how wicked.
“So, you’re kind of a big deal?” she murmured against him. They’d have to talk about the furry elephant in the room at some point.
Marcus merely chuckled, his body trembling with the sound. “You could say that. But I only want to be important to one person.” He cupped her cheeks, encouraging her to tilt her head back and meet his gaze. “You.”
Aww, if he kept saying sweet things like that, she was a goner. “Well, you’re kind of a big deal to me.”
He lowered his head, and she stretched toward him, until their lips met in a gentle kiss. It was completely opposite of the passionate meetings that had consumed them the last twenty-four hours. Now, their lions were able to enjoy a little sweetness rather than the fiery need of mating. He withdrew from her, a small smile hovering between them as he relaxed against the bed.
She propped her chin on his chest, staring at the man she’d spend the rest of her life with. She wasn’t sure how she got so lucky. Going from hardly wanted, barely tolerated, to being claimed was a novel experience. And there was no doubt Marcus wanted her. No, it was more than want. She wouldn’t be able to live without him and had no doubt he felt the same.
“What you looking at?” He whispered the words.
“You.” She pressed a kiss to his chest, the soft gold fur that seemed to permanently grace his skin brushing her nose. “Just you.”
“And what do you think about me?”
A blush heated Penelope’s cheeks, burning her face, and she squirmed against him. What could she tell him? That she didn’t think she’d ever be able to live without him? That she couldn’t wait to have his cubs? That if he so much as looked at another female she would cut the bitch and claw out the woman’s eyes? God, he’d turned her into a violence craving homicidal bitch.
“Penny?”
“You know what I think about you,” she grumbled. “I yelled it often enough, didn’t I?”
Another chuckle from Marcus. “Yeah, you did. I like making you yell. I like making you scream my name.” He stroked her back, fingertips scraping her delicate skin. “Want me to do it again?”
Penelope hurt in places she didn’t even know existed, and she wasn’t sure she could survive another round. At least not until she got some food in her stomach.
She shook her head. “Feed me first.”
“Food is more important than me claiming you again?” His tone held a hint of annoyance and she almost rushed to deny his statement, but a girl had to keep her guy on his toes.
“ Good food…”
Marcus mock growled, and flipped their positions, rolling until
“You.” He still remained tied to her, his length hard and firm within her, and he propped himself on his elbows. “You’re going to ‘straight up cut them’?”
Oh. She forgot he could read her mind. Dammit.
“Well, you’re my mate. You’re not the only one who gets to be a possessive asshole, you know.”
He lapped at her lips, and she opened to him, tasting her blood in his mouth an instant before he retreated. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It just surprised me. To think the woman I hunted down, the prissy perfect librarian is violent at heart… Makes me hard.”
Penelope rolled her eyes. “A stiff wind would make you hard.”
“Maybe when I was an adolescent cub, but now…” He slid his arms beneath her, and suddenly she was astride him, her legs straddling his hips while his shaft was still deep within her. “It’s all about you.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly.” He rubbed her hips and then cupped her ass, kneading the mounds. “Now, let’s see how long I can stay hard.”
Penelope definitely liked the sound of that idea.
Chapter Four
The next morning, Penelope rubbed her nose against Marcus’ bare chest, inhaling his musky scent and savoring his closeness. He stroked her with those large, callused palms and she remembered how gentle they could be. And how wicked.
“So, you’re kind of a big deal?” she murmured against him. They’d have to talk about the furry elephant in the room at some point.
Marcus merely chuckled, his body trembling with the sound. “You could say that. But I only want to be important to one person.” He cupped her cheeks, encouraging her to tilt her head back and meet his gaze. “You.”
Aww, if he kept saying sweet things like that, she was a goner. “Well, you’re kind of a big deal to me.”
He lowered his head, and she stretched toward him, until their lips met in a gentle kiss. It was completely opposite of the passionate meetings that had consumed them the last twenty-four hours. Now, their lions were able to enjoy a little sweetness rather than the fiery need of mating. He withdrew from her, a small smile hovering between them as he relaxed against the bed.
She propped her chin on his chest, staring at the man she’d spend the rest of her life with. She wasn’t sure how she got so lucky. Going from hardly wanted, barely tolerated, to being claimed was a novel experience. And there was no doubt Marcus wanted her. No, it was more than want. She wouldn’t be able to live without him and had no doubt he felt the same.
“What you looking at?” He whispered the words.
“You.” She pressed a kiss to his chest, the soft gold fur that seemed to permanently grace his skin brushing her nose. “Just you.”
“And what do you think about me?”
A blush heated Penelope’s cheeks, burning her face, and she squirmed against him. What could she tell him? That she didn’t think she’d ever be able to live without him? That she couldn’t wait to have his cubs? That if he so much as looked at another female she would cut the bitch and claw out the woman’s eyes? God, he’d turned her into a violence craving homicidal bitch.
“Penny?”
“You know what I think about you,” she grumbled. “I yelled it often enough, didn’t I?”
Another chuckle from Marcus. “Yeah, you did. I like making you yell. I like making you scream my name.” He stroked her back, fingertips scraping her delicate skin. “Want me to do it again?”
Penelope hurt in places she didn’t even know existed, and she wasn’t sure she could survive another round. At least not until she got some food in her stomach.
She shook her head. “Feed me first.”
“Food is more important than me claiming you again?” His tone held a hint of annoyance and she almost rushed to deny his statement, but a girl had to keep her guy on his toes.
“ Good food…”
Marcus mock growled, and flipped their positions, rolling until
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