Southern Shifters: Impawsible (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Buchanan Clan Book 1) (7 page)

“I’m just not,” she frowned. “I’m not like them.”

“Beautiful? Talented? Smart?”

“Skinny,” she snapped.

“You’re a bunny, you’re curved like your rabbit and I’m damned grateful.” The truck slowly came to a stop and he threw it into park. Hell, she hadn’t even realized they’d made it so far. When she tried to pull free of his grip, he tightened his hold. “I like your curves, Bethie. I like every single one and I wanna trace ’em with my tongue. There’s nothing wrong with the white cougars, or any of the other shifters who are hard muscle and bone. They…” He shook his head. “They’re not you and they’re not for me. I like a woman to be soft and lush and the only one I want is you. So no more telling me what you aren’t.”

He glared, warning her not to argue, so she kept her mouth shut.

“I’m going to tell you what you
are
.” She continued to stare at him, waiting to hear what he had to say. “You’re mine.”

Bethany swallowed hard. The possessiveness in his gaze, the flat declaration coupled with the change of his eyes. She wasn’t only the man’s other half, she was the animals’ as well. Where his tiger’s eyes were a burnished orange, the irises of the man before her were more yellow than gold. His wolf. The wolf wanted to claim her, make her his, and Bethany wanted that just as much.

They were mates. It was destined. Deeper emotions could come later, but right now the animalistic parts of themselves needed that binding connection.

“Then…” Her mouth was dry, but she managed to push the words past her lips anyway. “Then make me yours.”

The smile started out small, gradually growing from a smirk to a grin. “Yeah?”

Bethany had only one answer. “Yeah.”

Carter didn’t waste time. He immediately released her hand and climbed from the truck while she worked at doing the same. By the time she got her seatbelt undone, he was there, door open and his arms cradling as he lifted her from the vehicle.

“Carter!” she squeaked when he held her with ease. He strode across the yard, heading straight for the house’s entry, and she dug through her purse, searching for the keys. When they reached the front door, he didn’t release her, but lowered a little so she could reach the lock. “You could put me down and—”

“No.”

That was it. No explanation, not details. Flat no.

Okay then.

She slipped the key into the lock and twisted, granting them access. Once inside, he kicked the door closed, giving her a chance to secure it before striding through the house.

“It’s at the end—”

“I scent you in here. Everywhere. I can find your room.” And he did without trouble.

The moment they stepped across the threshold, things changed. The frantic rush fled in a great, whooshing breath. The energy transformed from one of anxiousness to languid desire. They both knew why they’d entered her bedroom. There was no reason to hurry any longer. Their mating would happen—soon. Now they could take their time exploring, discovering, pleasuring…

Carter released her legs, slowly letting her glide down his body, her curves sliding along the planes of his front. His firm chest, flat stomach, and very, very hard cock. It was long and thick, branding her hip with his obvious need. Her fingers itched to flick the button on his jeans, lower the zipper, and hold him in her hand. For now, she caressed his arms, slipping fingers up his biceps, over his shoulders and finally grasping his neck.

“Carter,” she whispered, “mate me.”

He lowered his head, wolfen eyes on hers.

“Bethie.” He rasped her name and then captured her lips.

Where other kisses were arousing, this was pure passion, pure craving and need. It was hungry and rough, a taking, and she gave in to his every demand. Their tongues performed an erotic dance, a precursor of what was to come.

He brushed her arms aside and enveloped her with his presence, burying his hands in her hair and fisting the strands. He took and took and she melted into the savage pleasure of his kiss. He licked and flicked, tormenting her with his tongue, giving and taking it away.

Bethany’s rabbit whined, hating, yet loving the way he teased her desire, luring her want forward. Her fingers burned and she knew without looking that her animal’s nails were out in full force. She fisted his shirt, pulling him closer as she raised to her tiptoes. She wanted more, wanted everything he had to give and then some. Her pussy ached with need, clit throbbing, and center clenching with a silent plea. She wanted to be filled by him, consumed by him.

A true whimper escaped her mouth and Carter rumbled in response. No, it wasn’t a rumble… it was a purr. A deep, pleasure-inducing purr. The vibrations slipped through her, reverberating off her every nerve and she trembled, relishing each new rolling sound.

Carter pushed forward and she eased a step back, allowing him to herd her toward the bed, nudging her closer with each shift of muscle until her legs met the mattress. But he didn’t stop there. He kept her moving, encouraging her to lie on the bed, and his lips never left hers. His tongue continued its torment, continued its explicit come-and-get-me slide in and out of her mouth.

Somehow she found herself in the middle of the bed. She found her head nestled on a pillow while Carter nestled between her thighs. She also found her mouth abandoned.

Her rabbit screeched its objection and Bethany whined hers.

“Need to be naked. Want you bare. Want your skin.”

Okay, she could do that.

But first she’d watch him strip.

He eased back to kneel between her splayed legs, and his attention remained locked at the juncture of her thighs, her short skirt pushed high to reveal her center to him. Her nipples were firm points that hardened further beneath his gaze and her pussy grew even slicker with desire for him. Did he see how wet she was? Had she soaked her panties? Given him visual proof of her desperation for his body?

Carter met her gaze for a moment then focused on Bethany’s pussy once more. Then he reached for her, arm outstretched, and slid a single finger along her cloth-covered slit. “Look at how wet you are for me.”

He flicked his attention to her and she nodded. “Yes.”

So very wet.

He quirked his lips in a small, cocky smirk. The next touch was the same, yet different. Still one blunt finger, but this time he teased the edge of her panties, toying with the elastic trim and then… dipping beneath it. Her pussy clenched, searching to be filled by his digits and hopefully then his cock. He skimmed his stroke over her outer sex lips, sifting through her cropped curls and skating over her slit.

“I feel your cream. Your pussy is so hot for me. For my cock.”

Bethany nodded again and squirmed, fighting to get him to touch her where she needed him most. “Please.”

He curled his finger, not to delve deeper, but to tug on the center of her panties. It wasn’t a teasing pull, but one made with intent. An intent that became clear the moment he yanked hard and her panties split, baring her heat to the cool air of the room.

“That’s better.” He licked his lips, fangs peeking past his lip, and she knew he was as on edge as her.

Carter returned to his attentions, a gradual slide up and a sensual stroke down, fingertip sliding farther between her outer lips, seeking her wetness. The sensations increased with each pass as he crept nearer to the concentrated nerves, those that sent ecstasy singing through her blood. The nearer he got to her clit, the faster she breathed, the more rapidly her heart beat. Pleasure thrummed in her veins while desire for him rode her hard. She panted and whimpered, and the sound pushed from her mouth.

Her pussy rippled and tightened, clenching with each glancing pass, and… he tapped that desperate bundle of nerves.

“Carter,” she gasped and jerked, muscles contracting and tensing with the sudden roll of pleasure.

“Do you know how pretty this pussy is?”

She whimpered and rocked her hips, searching that touch once more, hunting for the hint of ecstasy he’d gifted her.

“And all mine,” he growled low, the sound adding to her building desire.

Her breasts ached, nipples hard, and she couldn’t help but cradle her large mounds, giving them a gentle squeeze to soothe the pleasurable pain that called for her attention. She cupped them, squeezing in time with his attentions, pinching her nipples when he tapped her clit. The fabric of her shirt and bra blunted the sensations but it was
something
. Something to help sate her need.

“Take off your shirt, Bethie. Show me what’s mine.” His voice was more animal than man, but her inner beastie immediately reacted to her mate. The rabbit encouraged her, nudged her,
and pushed
her to slice into her own top. To cut it down the middle and her bra soon suffered the same fate.

The chilled air had her nipples pebbling further and now she could truly torment herself. The next time he circled her clit, she pinched her nipples, the sting of pain encouraging her pleasure to grow.

“Damn, you’re beautiful. So fucking mine and gorgeous,” he growled the words, his tiger’s teeth making speaking difficult.

“Make me yours.” She needed to come, needed to feel him inside her, needed to belong to him wholly. When Carter didn’t seem anxious to give her what she desired, she tried asking for something else, something that would drive her wild, but she wanted it anyway. “Let me see you. Please, Carter. Want to see you. Touch you. Mine.”

The rabbit chattered in approval. It wanted to inspect their mate, see him in all his male glory. See his strength and then taste him.

Carter didn’t remove his finger. He continued his torment but used his other hand to rip at his shirt, to turn it into a tattered mess that was tossed aside.

Then she got to look at him, at the way his muscles tightened and flexed as he breathed. His skin was a deep bronze, stretched across his firm body, giving her a clear view of his carved abdomen and the lines at his hips. He was strong and fierce, yet patient as he continued his rhythmic teasing of her pussy. Up, then down, up, circle tap, then down. Over and over again he repeated the move, drawing more of her cream forward and urging her pleasure to rise even higher than before.

She burned for him.

She yearned for him.

Her body was desperate for him and him alone.

“Carter…” she whimpered, mouth watering as she imagined tasting all that skin, licking and nibbling him. Exploring him.

“What do you want, Bethie?” he rasped, the sound low and harsh.

“You. Always you. Forever you.” Always and forever. “More, Carter.”

He slowly withdrew his finger and she fought the whine that leapt to her lips. He’d give her more. A glance at his cock showed he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He wouldn’t deny her now.

But instead of moving away to strip, to bare himself fully and then claim her, he brought that single, tormenting finger to his lips. And slipped it inside his mouth. The moan that left his chest vibrated through the room and she felt it to her very core. He liked her taste. No, from the bliss coating his features, he
loved
her taste. She imagined she’d feel the same about his.

“You taste so fucking good, Bethie. So perfect,” he growled low, his eye color flashing between tiger and wolf, the wolf finally winning the battle.
It
was the possessive, dominating beast. The tiger was protective and fierce. With those two halves, Carter was the perfect mate—destructive and greedy.

“Make me yours. My mate.” She pleaded with him, releasing her breasts and reaching for the male who’d complete her. Those eyes brightened once more, his penetrating gaze colliding with hers and she begged once more. “Please.”

“Yes,” he hissed, fangs longer than before. He’d bite her, claim her, and tie them together in an unbreakable bond.

She couldn’t wait.

He eased back, moving toward the edge of the mattress and it took no time for him to kick off his shoes. Then she stared, transfixed as he reached for his jeans, the button unsnapping easily, followed by the gradual lowering of the zipper. His cock was a thick line along one pant leg, straining against the fabric and she licked her lips, mouth watering and her rabbit urging her to take a small nibble.

Dandelions…

He pushed his jeans down, the fabric falling past his hips and finally allowing his dick to spring free. Holy shit, it was bigger than she’d imagined, thicker, longer, harder. He grasped his length at the base, giving himself a stroke, thumb rubbing the tip before he repeated the movement. Bethany licked her lips in response, her mouth tingling with the desire to hold him against her tongue.

“Ready for me, mate?”

“More than.” More than times a hundred.

“Take off the rest of your clothes. Let me see you. All of you.” It was an order she was more than happy to follow.

It was easy to shove her skirt off her hips and discard her tattered panties. Even easier to shed her torn bra and top until she lay nude before him.

“So fucking perfect. So mine.” His gaze stroked her. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

Bethany shook her head. She wasn’t, but damn his desire for her made her feel beautiful.

“You are and I’ll show you.” He crawled toward her, moving until he was on his hands and knees above her, his cock hanging low as if reaching for her pussy. “I’m going to make you mine, Bethie. Always mine. Anyone touches you, come nears you, and I’ll kill them. No one threatens what’s mine.”

Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them away. His fierceness didn’t scare her. No, it left her overjoyed and comforted. She was important to him. So important that he’d protect her above all else and… it wasn’t something she’d ever experienced.

“Yes.” There wasn’t anything else she could say.

Gazes locked, he reached between them and the hot, blunt tip of his dick teased the center of her pleasure. He stroked her pussy with the head of his cock, sliding through her cream, tugging gasps from her lips, before pressing it to her opening.

“Once I fill you, I won’t stop until I’ve come deep inside your pussy and gotten my fangs in you flesh.”

“Yes. Please.”