Southern Shifters: Impawsible (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Buchanan Clan Book 1) (8 page)

Carter released his cock, still nestled against her center, and gripped her hip. “You are…” In one thrust, he filled her, spearing her. “Mine!”

Bethany gasped and arched, shouting with the pain and pleasure of being consumed by him. He stretched her to the point of a stinging ache and she
loved
it. Loved the way his veined length touched and woke nerves she’d long forgotten, touched her in a way that made her blood sing and rabbit cry out for more. It knew how close they were to being Carter’s for all time. So very, very close.

Desire bubbled inside her, stroking her nerves and sliding from her pussy to her nipples and back. She was a bundle of sensation, of pleasure, balancing on the precipice and she knew she’d only tip over the edge when Carter claimed her fully.

“Please,” she wiggled and whimpered, needing to feel him thrusting in and out of her. “
Please
.”

He bared his teeth, the wolf and tiger battling for supremacy and it seemed the two animals slowly ceded control to different parts of his human body. The wolf looked out at her, but it was the tiger’s fangs that’d tie them together.

One massive hand holding her steady, he drew his hips back and shoved forward once more, driving his length into her with smooth strokes. Her breasts bounced each time their bodies met and she couldn’t help but cup the mounds, knead her flesh and circle her nipples with her thumbs. The gentle, teasing strokes added to her pleasure, added to the joyous sensations his attentions caused.

Carter sank into her again and again, punishing and pleasuring her in equal measure and she took all of him. She took everything he had to give and reveled in each snippet of bliss that flowed between them. Their bodies fit with ease, his cock made for her pussy, and she cried out with the ecstasy that assaulted her nerves. He thrust into her over and again, stroking her both inside and out. The meeting of their hips, the slap of skin against skin, echoed through the room and she moaned with each coming together.

Pleasure coated her nerves, her body singing and begging him to give her more. To fuck her harder, to plunge deep and make her come. Her pussy rippled around him, milking his length each time the fat head of his cock stroked her inner walls.

She rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, taking him as deep as she could and fighting to take even more. Their bodies collided, sending shards of bliss bolting through her body, and it slowly stole control of her muscles. She trembled and shook, the pleasure snatching at her breath and she was nothing more than a ball of growing ecstasy.

Soon. Soon. Soon.
She was gonna come, gonna scream his name and beg for his bite and pray he gave her what she desired most—to belong to him.

Then… then he found the perfect angle, his cock stroking and sliding over the nerves in her sheath, his hips tapping her clit in just the right way…

“There! Fuck! Right there, please, please, please…”

His eyes flared golden and then amber, flickering as pure pleasure filled his face.

He redoubled his efforts, thrust harder, increasing his pace as he fucked deeper. Her moans and groans turned into whimpers and pleas.

“Carter. Mate. Please.”

“Come for me, Bethie. Come on my cock.”

She wanted to. Wanted to so very, very badly.

The bubble of pleasure grew. It enveloped her body, beginning at her pussy and stretching outward, increasing with every thrust and retreat. Each breath forced it to grow bigger. Each shift of muscle had it expanding. Each meeting of their bodies had it further wrapping around her until she was nothing but a balloon of sensation. Her clit twitched and pulsed in time with her beating heart, her sheath clenching on his thick length while her nipples silently throbbed and begged for attention. It was too much and not enough. Overwhelming, yet lacking.

She needed… Him. His fangs deep in her shoulder.

“Need to be yours, Carter. Need it.”

“Come,” he snarled, baring his fangs.

“Bite me. Claim me.”

“Bethie.”

“Please. Need it so bad,” she whimpered, the edge of pleasure slowly morphing and becoming tinged with a sharp slice of pain.

Carter hissed at her, his gaze straying to her shoulder, to the flesh where her neck met that part of her, and she knew what he wanted. She tilted her head to the side, baring her throat in submission and invitation. The ecstasy was slowly rising to the breaking point, the place where she could scream in overwhelming pleasure or whine in pain.

She held her breath, waiting, wondering, and…

He struck, fangs bared and deep within her flesh, sinking into her muscles with an easy parting of skin. Her shout echoed off the walls, her scream filling the air while pleasure and pain ebbed and flowed, coalescing in a tsunami of ecstasy that stole her breath. She lost control of her body, muscles tightening, toes curling as the bliss shattered her restraint.

Carter grew within her sheath, stretching her farther, and his moan joined her shout. His cum filled her, warmth flooding her center as he claimed her both inside and out. Their scents would mingle and change, one and all knowing she belonged to him, and him alone. He sucked and laved her injury, every pull sending another wave of joy slithering along her nerves until she thought she’d die from the pleasure of his bite, his touch.

He jerked once more, his hips fully sealed to hers, and he gradually slowed his suckling until he merely lapped at the wound now marring her shoulder. He gave it one last lick, sending another shudder through her frame, before pulling back. His gaze remained locked on that one spot, the one that told the world she was his mate.

“I never imagined… I thought it was impossible,” he whispered and turned his attention to her, their gazes colliding. “I truly thought it was impossible for anyone to feel…”

“Feel what?”

“This happy.”

Ignoring the throbbing ache in her shoulder, she slid her hands along his arms until they twined behind his neck. “It is.”

“Yeah,” his voice was soft, eyes straying to her mating bite. “I just…” A mix of wolf and tiger stared at her. “You’re mine.”

“I am.”

“Forever.”

“Of course.” Bethany never wanted to be anywhere but at his side.

Carter’s focus didn’t stray as he rolled them until she lay draped across his body, his softening cock gradually sliding free of her pussy. He lifted her higher against him, one of his hands going to her head, encouraging her to press her face to his neck with one hand while the other rested on her lower back. Then she felt the soft, gentle slide of his tongue along her battered flesh.

“Mine,” he whispered against her skin. “Mine.”

Chapter Nine

Bleary eyed and nowhere near bushy-tailed, Bethany padded down the hallway toward the kitchen. The bite mark on her shoulder pulled and sent a pleasurable throb through her body, the pain reminding her of how she’d gotten the wound. She belonged to Carter now. She was undeniably his and his alone. She grinned to herself. She had a hot tottie on call twenty-four seven. Well, except when he had to work. But otherwise, she had something pretty to look at for the rest of her life. And then there was the fact she’d get her car fixed for free…

The scent of coffee reached her and she sighed. She’d remembered to set the timer on the coffee maker. Normally, if she forgot, it wasn’t a big deal, but her
family
was in town. Had to have caffeine on tap.

She shuffled into the kitchen, moving through the small space from memory. She snagged a mug and bowl before heading for the coffee pot. She filled both, then placed the cup on the counter and bowl on the floor. She hurried to her linen closet and grabbed her spare blankets which she laid on the kitchen floor. She surveyed her work. It wasn’t like home, but it’d do the job. Next came unlocking her back door and she opened it enough for someone, or a lion, to easily gain entrance.

Chores done, she settled on a bar stool and took her first sip. Heaven in a ceramic mug. She closed her eyes and savored the brew, letting it warm her from inside out.

She glanced at the clock and realized she wouldn’t be alone much longer. Nope, her visitor would…

The click of large nails on wood and the groan of the porch reached her just before the back door was nudged open by a dark nose and feline snout.

“G’morning, Daddy.” She turned her attention to him. “Have a good run?” He huffed, his massive head turning left and right as he sought his spot. “Over near the table.” She gestured toward the corner and it earned her another huff. “Black, just like you like it.”

He was careful as he made his way to the mound of blankets, claws sheathed, leaving her floor unmarred. Her mother may be the lioness in the relationship, but the den was her domain. No one, not even the clan leader, was going to mess up her floors. Angus Buchanan didn’t give a damn about anyone else, but he gave a damn about his family, especially his mate. Which meant when she put her foot down, he generally listened.

Angus groaned when he slumped onto the blankets, sighing as he got comfortable.

“You’re getting old, Dad. Maybe you should cut out the early morning runs.” That got her a glare and she shrugged. “I’m only saying what Mom has said a million times.” He grumbled and lowered his head, nose an inch above the steaming coffee. Another glare. “I know it’s frou-frou coffee, but I didn’t know you were coming. Next time I’ll grab some of the cheap stuff from the grocery story.”

He couldn’t
stand
“premium” blends. He wanted plain, regular coffee that the working man could afford, not something that was fifteen dollars for a tiny bag of ground beans.

More huffing and he lowered his head, lapping at the hot liquid. He took a few sips, flicking the coffee into his mouth with his tongue, before leaning back and resting his chin on his paws.

That was when he stared at her shoulder and glared at her wound. Dammit, she should have worn something other than a tank top. His narrowed yellow eyes met her gaze and he gave her “the look.” The one that said he wanted explanations. That there would be some talking about
that
now and not later.

“It wasn’t like he had any time to talk to you, Daddy.” Her father was old school and even if the matings were destined, he still wanted to get to know the male before he got his fangs into his little girl. Daddy’s words, not hers. “Your visit was a surprise, plus there was the whole Jaxson issue.”

She was downplaying the issue, but she was done talking about it.

He rumbled. That wasn’t enough.

“He already saved me once. He proved he could take care of me and took out the threat. You know he’s a good protector.” That earned her a feline snort. “He’d caught a nice plump deer. If I actually ate meat, he would have provided me with food, too.” She fought not to gag when she remembered the animal’s blood coating Carter’s snout.

This huff told her she’d made her point. “And he’s strong. One bite, Daddy.” He responded with a grumble. Agreeing with that. “And he’s got a good job. Between the two of us, we’ll have more than enough to support ourselves and our kits.”

He raised one eyebrow, attention flicking to her stomach and then her eyes. “No, I’m not saying I’m… I’m saying
someday in the future
we’ll raise kits and be financially stable and capable.” He curled his lip, probably thinking about her and Carter
making
the kits. “Daddy,” she sighed and rolled her eyes. “We’re growing up. It was bound to happen eventually.”

The floor vibrated as Carter stomped down the hallway and his annoyance reached her before he actually came into view. And what a view. Bare chested and wearing nothing but a pair of loose boxers that sat low on his hips… She remembered tasting his abs, then the carved lines at those hips before finally getting her mouth on his cock.

She couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

But based on his deep frown and narrowed eyes, she didn’t think she’d get the chance anytime soon. Plus, there was her father.

“What’re you doing—” His nostrils flared, her mate catching her father’s scent, and then he spun to face her dad. “Bethie, why do you have a lion in your kitchen?”

“It’s Daddy.”

Carter breathed deeply. “I know that, but I don’t understand why he’s
here
like
that
.”

Her father rumbled a low, threatening growl. Carter of course returned it with one of his own. Bethany hissed at them both, her bunny lunging forward and pushing that small sound past her human lips.

Both males—massive predators who could kill her with one nibble—flinched and shot her an apologetic look.

“Oh, you did learn something from me, didn’t you?” Bethany sighed and prayed for patience as her mother, smiling widely, entered through the back door. She was followed by Katie and Hannah, both clinging to cups of Furbucks Coffee from town. Mom waved at Bethany and then made her way to Dad. “Good morning to you, too. We agreed we wouldn’t start trouble this morning.”

Her dad grumbled and lowered his gaze, pouting as he focused on the bowl of coffee. The leader of the clan… pouting.

Her sisters mumbled hellos and made their way to the kitchen table, both of them folding their arms, resting them on the flat surface, and then placing their heads atop them. They were not morning people.

Her mother chattered at her father, her sisters mumbled the occasional comments, and Carter padded toward her.

Her mate pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and she leaned into him, taking comfort in his presence. She turned and nuzzled his chest, breathing deeply and savoring his scent as it wove through her body. The annoyance she’d experienced vanished beneath her mate’s presence, Carter keeping her attention.

“Missed you this morning,” he murmured and she sighed, liking that he’d wanted her at his side.

“I knew Dad was coming over. He does a morning run and then we have coffee. We’ve been doing it for years.”

“Hmm…” He wrapped his arms around her and she sank into his embrace. Her bunny immediately calmed and urged her to snuggle closer. He was their
mate
. They only got one and he was it and they needed to stay as close to him as possible. “So if I do morning runs, you’ll do this for me? Take care of me?”