Chasing Tail (Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 1) by Celia Kyle Page B
Authors: Celia Kyle
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to the actual lion at hand, he was there. A massive five-hundred-pound animal sat atop her steel desk, his head tilted to the side as he stared at her. His lids lowered and then rose in a sleepy, unhurried blink insinuating he didn’t think of her as any threat. He wouldn’t have been so slow in his perusal if he did. In reality, she wasn’t a threat to anyone but unruly children who damaged her books.
“Hey, kitty. How are you?” She chuckled, hoping it sounded even remotely natural. When he merely curled his lip, revealing a single five-inch-long canine, she backtracked. “I mean, hello, how are you? Can I help you with something? I’d be happy to direct you wherever you desire to go.”
Penny’s lion had a lot of desires and none of them involved helping him leave. Nope, if her cat had its way, it would involve lots of skin on skin and soft surfaces. Even hard surfaces in a pinch.
The lion merely huffed, blowing a wave of moist, warm air in her direction. Not just toward her, but into her. Oh, boy. That… That put a whole new spin on the game.
That scent… The flavors lingered in the air and enveloped her cat in a seductive embrace. Her feline didn’t just purr, it trilled and chuffed as it begged for attention. Attention and affection. No, more than affection. It wanted so, so much more. It wanted everything this male had to give.
Oh, fuck her sideways. The scent of dry grassy plains and spring rain mixed with his masculine musk, as well as her cat’s reaction, told her one thing. He wasn’t just a gorgeous cat that smelled good. He was a gorgeous cat who belonged to her. One hundred percent totally belonged to her.
As in, this lion was her mate and she could think of nothing better than to claim him right here, right now. Was this why he’d prowled the stacks? Chasing her scent from one side of the building to the other until he finally caught sight of her?
The fanciful part of her voted “yes.” It wanted to believe a male craved her so much, he could do nothing but shift and hunt.
Penny licked her lips, torn between the need to strip bare and launch herself at him and strip bare, shift, and launch herself at him. It seemed this stranger felt the same way if his fur was any indication.
He eased to the edge of the desk, claws hanging past the lip. It didn’t even creak as his weight moved on honed steel. It’d been built with lions in mind, with the knowledge that cubs and adolescents alike tended to run freely and crazily when confined. He finally hopped down and his massive paws didn’t make a sound as they met the carpet in front of her. Now the gorgeous male was within touching distance.
Touch, touch, touch…
Oh, dear God, she was in so much trouble. There was no measuring the amount of troublesome trouble she was in. The firm lines of his snout, the strength of his deadly jaw, the amber in his eyes, and the fullness of his mane, told her everything she needed to know. This was not a lion to be denied. He was dominant and strong, a male who made demands and expected them to be immediately satisfied.
Speaking of satisfaction …
Penelope swallowed past the growing lump in her throat, searching for her voice, and came up with nothing. Mainly because her attention was split between the glorious animal before her and her body’s reaction to him. Her nipples were hard points within her bra, their heaviness aching and begging for his touch. That wasn’t the only part of her that wanted him. No, her pussy grew warm and moist, silently begging to be possessed by this lion. Well, not lion-lion. More like, lion when human shaped. She wasn’t into the whole lion and human boinking thing. That was just… Gross.
When the first crack of bone echoed in the silence of the building, she realized she may get her chance to get her hands on him sooner than she anticipated. Not that she truly anticipated anything. Not realistically anyway. She knew what she looked like and the type of man she
“Hey, kitty. How are you?” She chuckled, hoping it sounded even remotely natural. When he merely curled his lip, revealing a single five-inch-long canine, she backtracked. “I mean, hello, how are you? Can I help you with something? I’d be happy to direct you wherever you desire to go.”
Penny’s lion had a lot of desires and none of them involved helping him leave. Nope, if her cat had its way, it would involve lots of skin on skin and soft surfaces. Even hard surfaces in a pinch.
The lion merely huffed, blowing a wave of moist, warm air in her direction. Not just toward her, but into her. Oh, boy. That… That put a whole new spin on the game.
That scent… The flavors lingered in the air and enveloped her cat in a seductive embrace. Her feline didn’t just purr, it trilled and chuffed as it begged for attention. Attention and affection. No, more than affection. It wanted so, so much more. It wanted everything this male had to give.
Oh, fuck her sideways. The scent of dry grassy plains and spring rain mixed with his masculine musk, as well as her cat’s reaction, told her one thing. He wasn’t just a gorgeous cat that smelled good. He was a gorgeous cat who belonged to her. One hundred percent totally belonged to her.
As in, this lion was her mate and she could think of nothing better than to claim him right here, right now. Was this why he’d prowled the stacks? Chasing her scent from one side of the building to the other until he finally caught sight of her?
The fanciful part of her voted “yes.” It wanted to believe a male craved her so much, he could do nothing but shift and hunt.
Penny licked her lips, torn between the need to strip bare and launch herself at him and strip bare, shift, and launch herself at him. It seemed this stranger felt the same way if his fur was any indication.
He eased to the edge of the desk, claws hanging past the lip. It didn’t even creak as his weight moved on honed steel. It’d been built with lions in mind, with the knowledge that cubs and adolescents alike tended to run freely and crazily when confined. He finally hopped down and his massive paws didn’t make a sound as they met the carpet in front of her. Now the gorgeous male was within touching distance.
Touch, touch, touch…
Oh, dear God, she was in so much trouble. There was no measuring the amount of troublesome trouble she was in. The firm lines of his snout, the strength of his deadly jaw, the amber in his eyes, and the fullness of his mane, told her everything she needed to know. This was not a lion to be denied. He was dominant and strong, a male who made demands and expected them to be immediately satisfied.
Speaking of satisfaction …
Penelope swallowed past the growing lump in her throat, searching for her voice, and came up with nothing. Mainly because her attention was split between the glorious animal before her and her body’s reaction to him. Her nipples were hard points within her bra, their heaviness aching and begging for his touch. That wasn’t the only part of her that wanted him. No, her pussy grew warm and moist, silently begging to be possessed by this lion. Well, not lion-lion. More like, lion when human shaped. She wasn’t into the whole lion and human boinking thing. That was just… Gross.
When the first crack of bone echoed in the silence of the building, she realized she may get her chance to get her hands on him sooner than she anticipated. Not that she truly anticipated anything. Not realistically anyway. She knew what she looked like and the type of man she
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