Free Magic and Mayhem: Witchin' Impossible (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Hazed & Confused Mysteries Book 1) by Renee George Page A

dicks into my love slaves, I might have kissed all the boys.” Yeah. I was being an asshole.
    “Don’t you know anything about Shifters?”
    “Uhm, yeah. Duh. My best friend is a freaking werecougar.”
    “Is she?” He glowered. “Is she your best friend? Before you returned to Paradise Falls, when was the last time you even talked to her?”
    His spicy scent became more pungently delicious with his anger. My lower bits clenched. My face flamed. I realized I was turned on. The stupid bearman was giving me a bunch of crap about being a crappy person and all I could think about was much I wanted to conquer his peak with my valley.
    I blew out a ragged breath and tried to focus. “That’s not fair. I had to get away. I…” Left my friend behind. I sniffled. “My mom was dead. My dad responsible.” I didn’t think I could ever have you. I hadn’t realized until that moment just how much Ford had affected me. “Why are you being so mean to me?”
    He surprised me by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into the warmth of his wide chest. “Because,” he said, “I need you to understand that while witches may consider their mates temporary, it’s not the same for Shifters. When we mate, it’s for life.”
    The word “life” echoed in my head. “This is all so confusing.”
    “Two Shifters are bonded by an overwhelming need to be together. There is always a unique scenting involved. For me, with you, it was vanilla and rum.” He touched my hair and inhaled. “I can’t even go into a bar because it makes me think of you.”
    “Is that why I smell cinnamon desserts every time I’m around you? I noticed it our senior year, but I just thought you’d changed colognes.”
    “I smell like cinnamon desserts?” His hands stroked my back.
    “Cinnamon buns right now.” Unwitch-like, I sniffed him. “It’s making me really hungry.” I hadn’t eaten all day, but I wasn’t just starved for food. I rose up on my tip-toes and kissed his neck.
    Before we took this any further, there was something I had to know. “So you never had sex with Tanya Gellar.”
    “Nope.” He started to say more, but when I leaped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, he shut his mouth.
    “I don’t need to know anything more,” I said. I stroked his short beard, caressing the dark hair with my fingertips. I pressed my mouth against his, gentle and easy. I tugged his lower lip between my teeth and bit down—not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to make him moan.
    “Woman,” he said, very caveman-like. His fingers wound up my neck and twined into my hair. My lips parted for him, and I took his breath inside me as our mouths melded into a kiss that shot pleasure daggers to my groin.
    I didn’t even notice he’d carried me to his bedroom until he threw me down on the bed. “This is all a little sudden,” I said, stripping my tank top over my head.
    “I don’t know,” Ford said. “I think a couple of decades doesn’t make for sudden.”
    He pulled his shirt off, his broad chest peppered with dark hair, and his cut-from-steel abs had grooves deep enough to scale.
    “It should be illegal for you to wear a shirt.” I stared as his pecs danced when he crawled up the bed to me. I let out an unsteady breath. “Like go-to-jail do-not-pass-go kind of illegal.”
    “You have too many clothes on.” He unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my thighs. “That’s better.”
    He spread my legs, his thumbs tracing inner thigh. Electricity crackled along my skin.
    “Is that going to be a problem?” he asked.
    “Uhm…” Maybe. “Nope. I’ve got it under control.” I willed my magic to stop cock-blocking me. Ford’s hair raised on his arms and chest as more energy crackled. “I don’t want to electrocute you. We should probably stop.”
    “Uh-uh.” He unbuttoned his jeans. “I’ll take my chances.”
    “Thank the Goddess.” I did not want him to stop.
    Ford’s body stilled. “Don’t,