Free Chasing Tail (Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 1) by Celia Kyle Page A

lips, mouth suddenly dry, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like on two feet rather than four. Oh, she knew he’d be tall and muscular, all male shifters were. While the females could vary in size and shape, the males—the protectors in their species—were always strong and dominant. Some more than others. This lion looked like he’d be massive in human form. Large and fierce and oh so delicious…
    Yum.
    No, not yum. Bad, very bad. This male wandered around like he owned the place and disrupted her entire day. Inconsiderate, that’s what he was. Not yummy in any way. Except maybe in the very bad, very good way.
    She was so lost. She didn’t even know what he looked like, but his aggression and dominance reached out and beckoned her. Penny’s cat wanted him like there was no tomorrow, and she found that her human body couldn’t wait to see him once he shifted. Everything about him called to her, and she would happily pick up the phone and answer.
    “You do whatever the hell he wants you to do.”
    Wait, where the hell did that voice come from? Oh, right. She was talking to Dana on the phone. Dana, who was telling her to do whatever he desired. Well, she had a few desires of her own. Ones that involved no clothes and lots of skin.
    That’s it, she was a whore. All kinds of whoredom known to whoreland.
    “Considering he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me for dinner, I would prefer not to do what he wants. Is there an option B?”
    “No,” the woman said flatly. “You don’t need to know who he is, but suffice it to say, while your alpha holds your life in his hands, this male holds everyone’s lives in his paws. What he wants goes. I’ll let Justin know he’s there.”
    With that, she heard the woman’s phone drop into the cradle, and then a rapid dial tone filled her ear. Well, at least Dana would tell Alpha Justin where to find his wayward “friend.”
    Great, just great. She was left in the library, alone save a single male who looked like he had a whole different kind of eating on the brain.
    The massive beast came forward, closing the distance between them, and the nearer he came, the larger he seemed. Her entire world centered on the approaching male, and fear filled her veins as she realized just how big he truly was. Dear God, if he decided he wanted to eat her for dinner, there wasn’t much she’d be able to do about it. He was easily twice her size when shifted and she had no chance against him.
    Her own cat reminded her she didn’t want to go against him. No, she wanted to do whatever she wanted to do and if that included naked time, all the better. Yes, her feline was all about stripping down.
    A deep rumbling purr vibrated the air and sank into her body. It slid past her flesh and deep into her bones until she felt as if it lived inside her. It touched places she didn’t know existed, and she shied away from the unfamiliar sensation. She didn’t know why the male affected her in such a way, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to follow where the man seemed to lead. Her cat whined its objection. It ached to get closer to the lion; it wanted to bathe in his scent and bare her belly to him.
    So not happening.
    Penelope backed from the desk, attempting to retain the distance between their bodies, but it wasn’t long before she bumped against the wall. He’d trapped her, and now there was no escape. She was gonna die. Right here, right now, she was meeting her end. What had she accomplished in life? What would people remember about her? How many people would cry at her graveside? Ugh. She was a freaking librarian. Not that there was anything wrong with being a librarian, but she had so many dreams growing up. Dreams that were about to be eaten for dinner.
    Chomp. There went her pottery class.
    Bite. There went her attempt at jewelry making.
    Lick. There went her… Maybe licking wouldn’t be so bad.
    Of course, by the time she tore her attention away from licking and back