Free Southern Shifters: Impawsible (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Buchanan Clan Book 1) by Celia Kyle Page A

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