I'm Not Lion To You_Soulmate Shifters World

by Krystal Shannan

  Kann watched her with a surprised, but hungry look on his face. More like he wanted to take a bite out of her than anything on the plate in front of him. She loved the way his blue eyes smoldered and darkened like a storm cloud. His intensity was making her horny. She wriggled in her seat and clamped her thighs together, trying to find relief from the thrumming need deep in her core.

  “This is great,” she finally managed. “Thank you for lunch.”

  He finished chewing his bite and then nodded. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He dipped a French fry into the ramekin of ketchup and popped it into his mouth. “We’ll head to your cabin first. I figure you’d like to maybe take a nap for a while before dinner.”

  “A nap?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “When I’m finished with you, you’ll need one, beautiful.” His voice dropped to that sexy growl and his eyes flickered with gold. It didn’t frighten her anymore, it just excited her more.

  Heat flooded her system, from the tips of her toes all the way to her neck and face. Her belly throbbed, and wetness seeped between her thighs. She’d never wanted to be done eating more than she did right in that moment. Forget the hamburger and fries. She’d eaten half of it already anyway. She was good.

  “I’m full.” She placed a napkin beside her half empty plate.

  Kann grinned broadly and signaled for to-go boxes. Leaving a small stack of cash on the table, he grabbed the food and her hand and pulled her through the restaurant into the foyer where the bakery case stood.

  “Give me just a minute.” He didn’t let go of her though, just pulled her along with him toward the giant case of assorted donuts.

  A middle-aged brunette woman walked through a swinging door and smiled at Kann. She had her hair up in a tight ponytail and a motherly smile graced her soft rounded features. “Hey, there. What can I get for you and your friend, Kann?”

  “An assortment, Marci. You know Naomi, she can’t ever decide. Thanks.” He gave Penny’s hand a squeeze. The older woman packed up a box quickly put it in a sack and handed it over the top of the case. “Thank you!” He gave Marci a few bills and waved his thanks before practically dragging Penny out of the restaurant. She couldn’t help but laugh a little as he got the snow machine running. Within a few moments they were headed down the main strip again and toward the bridge out the north side of town.

  The snow-covered trees rushed past in a blur of white and green. The sky was still clear, and the air was bitterly cold. She was glad for her new gloves, but mostly glad for the way Kann’s body, in front of her on the sled, acted like a living breathing heater. She barely even felt the cold, except for her face when she pulled it away from Kann’s shoulder.

  She nuzzled her face back into Kann’s loose blond hair and rubbed her cheek against his warm neck. His body shuddered beneath her arms and she wondered for a moment if he was cold or if he was reacting to her? She kissed him again on the back of his neck and felt more than heard a purr come from his chest.

  All mine.

  16

  The twenty-minute drive to Penny’s cabin was torture. She kept kissing the back of his neck, torturing him. His cock was harder than granite and his lion was somewhere between growling and purring. He wanted nothing more than to throw her off the snow machine and take her right up against one of the passing tree trunks.

  His mate deserved better than that, though, he wanted to make her feel so good that she’d let him claim and bond to her. More than anything, he wanted to hear her give permission to bite. To make her his. Was she even aware of what she was doing to him? The way her hands clutched at his sides, her warm breath on his neck. The way her lips brushed against his skin. He felt as though he would come out of his skin.

  He cut the engine the second they reached the cabin, swung off the seat and scooped Penny into his arms. A few quick steps put him at the front door and with a little maneuvering he used his master key to get the door open quickly and locked again behind him.

  She was nestled against his chest whispering how much she needed him. How much they should be naked right that instant.

  “Penny,” he groaned, dipping his head to crush his lips against her. She tasted perfect. Sweet and savory and hungry for him. He cupped her face and traced the lines of her cheekbones with his thumbs. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and he sighed into the kiss, feeling at home with Penny. She was his home now. Everything meant nothing without her at his side. In his bed and out of it. He yanked off his hat and his gloves. Then was able to grip her hair a little tighter, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

  She obliged him, allowing him to press her so close there wasn’t a speck of air between them. Their hips bumped, and he ground his erection in to her soft belly. Both of them moaned at the same time. She tossed her gloves and hat as well, eager, he hoped to feel him as much as he wanted to feel her.

  Penny wrapped her hands around his neck and joined in his frantic dance. Her fingers trailed across the shaved sides of his head, beneath the long strips of his hair that hung down to disguise the warrior cut. He was growing it out, but the sides were still barely an inch long. Kann loved that she was asking for something. That she was pulling his mouth closer, demanding more.

  Their teeth tapped gently as she turned her face. Their lips never parted. And his desire for his mate only intensified with her obvious need. He shoved his tongue deep, tasting her sweetness. She took the passion of his kiss and threw it back at him ten times over.

  She moaned and bit his bottom lip, just enough to make it burn, but not enough to draw blood. His lion rumbled from deep in his chest and a growl rolled up into his throat. The kiss never stopped. Never even paused. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

  He dropped his hands from her face and began working at the fastenings on her coat. He wanted to feel her body against his. Skin to skin. Even if he couldn’t claim her yet, he would take her to heights she could only imagine. He would make her want him…need him so much she would never be able to imagine life without him. She would stay here in Mystery. She would be part of the tribe.

  She followed suit and frantically started pulling at his coat, shoving it off his shoulders. She tossed it to the side and he did the same with hers. He wanted to see all of her again. It felt as though it’d been ages since he’d tasted her. Since he’d felt her body beneath his and heard her cry out in pleasure. Within a few moments they were both naked and standing quietly in the center of the dimly lit cold cabin. He hadn’t thought to start the woodstove yet. Soon it wouldn’t matter. Soon their bodies would be generating more than enough heat to ward off the cool air.

  “You are so beautiful, Penny. Everything I could’ve ever thought to ask Fate to bring me.” His cock bobbed against his stomach, hard and red and ready to sink deep into her heat. She just stood there, staring, hungry. She had the same hungry look he knew filled his gaze.

  “Please,” she whispered. Her nipples were bunching and hard. The glow of magick pulsed and called to him. To his lion.

  “Please what, love? What do you need?”

  “Everything.” A small smile curved the corners of her mouth. “Everything but…” She swallowed and broke eye contact. “I—”

  “Not ready to bond. I know.” His tone was a deep growl. He moved closer, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal. “I won’t bond until you tell me you want it. You have my word.”

  She nodded, and her smile grew bolder. He stepped closer and leaned forward, touching his forehead to hers. He placed his hands on her hips and moaned as his cock brushed against the soft skin of her belly.

  Penny tipped her head, putting her lips against his again. She wanted him, even if she was still scared of the bonding—which was perfectly natural. She was human. She couldn’t see the magick beckoning her. Even though she could feel it. He knew she could. She would get there in her own time, and he would be patient. No matter how long it took.

  He moved one hand up to cup one of her breasts. She suc
ked in a sharp gasp. Kann continued to play with her breast, rubbing a thumb over the hard peak, eliciting a whimper this time that made his already hard cock ache and grow even more.

  Penny matched his explorations, moving her hands along his arms, and over the muscles of his chest. She caressed his nipples too and giggled when he groaned from the pleasure of her touch.

  Kann moved his hands to her hips again, letting one slide down the soft curve of her belly and his fingers sink into the wet folds of her sex. He brushed over her swollen mound, pleased when she jumped just a little and whined.

  “I want you in the bed,” he growled against the skin of her neck. He pinched her clit again and she squeaked, jumping away from his and hurrying across the room. “On your back, beautiful. Show me how much you want me.”

  She crawled to the center and then flipped, parting her legs. Even in the bad light, he could see the shine of her juices. Her entire body acted like a candle. He was the moth.

  He could smell the sweet musk of her arousal and it made him wild. He allowed his lion a low roar that rattled the cabinets in the kitchen.

  Penny’s eyes’ widened. “How do you do that without being a lion?”

  Kann smiled broadly and advanced on her. “Just part of the symbiosis. Some abilities are shared across the physical boundaries of either form.”

  He climbed onto the bed and crept forward until he stood on all fours over her. Kann pushed her arms up over her head then lowered his mouth until he could suckle at her nipples. One and then other, torturing the peaks until they throbbed and stood completely erect while Penny moaned and thrashed softly beneath him. Her hands came down once, but he pushed them back again.

  “Hold the rail,” he said, keeping his voice low.

  She gripped the rail above her head and nodded, biting her lip in the most adorable way. He stretched up and nibbled at her lip until she opened for him, allowing his tongue to delve into her mouth. But he was impatient. Impatient to taste her honeyed core.

  He moved from her mouth, down her neck, and then continued south along her collarbone, with a brief stop again to worship both of her luscious breasts. When she was moaning and whimpering again he showed mercy and moved down the length of her smooth stomach. Over the soft mound of her pelvic area and then used his hands to pull open the juncture at the apex of her thighs.

  “Gorgeous,” he breathed before diving in and licking the length of her slit, lapping up her juices like a cat drinking cream. Perfection. He was the luckiest man on the earth. “All mine,” he growled, circling her clit with his tongue.

  “Yes,” she moaned, arching her back off the bed. She didn’t let go of the rail. She was adhering to his wishes even as he played her body toward the first climax of the afternoon, and there would be many. He fully intended to hear her scream his name until she was hoarse. Until she could think of nothing other than the pleasure he offered. Until all the worries clinging to every corner of her mind were wiped away and forgotten. Until she loved him. Trusted him. Completely.

  “Kann!” She crested the first time, writhing beneath him. He held her hips steady as she bucked and rocked against his mouth. He slowed his tongue and circled her clit, never quite touching it, giving her a chance to come down just a little. He kissed the insides of her thighs and nipped at her luminescent sweet skin.

  When she stopped whimpering and her back sank into the mattress once again, he started back on her wet folds, licking and sucking and nipping just hard enough to make her whine. When her heart rate had risen again, and her breathing had turned to pants, he latched onto her throbbing clit and sucked hard.

  She went off like lightning flashing through the sky. A scream pierced the cabin stillness and every muscle in her body clenched. Her legs struggled against his firm grasp. Her back arched up again and she dug her heels into his back as she tried to lift her core away from his mouth for relief. Relief he refused to give this time.

  “Kannnnnnn!” she cried out, but still didn’t release the headrail. If anything, she was holding onto it for dear life. “Oh! Oh!” Her scent made him heady. Her taste was like the most delectable fruit he’d ever tasted. He would never have enough of her.

  He nipped again, right on her clit and she soared for a third time.

  Sweat broke out and shined on her body, intensified by the magickal light of the soul call radiating from her skin. She bowed her body in half, this time releasing the headrail and sitting up. Her hands dug into the hair on his scalp as she wailed through the release. He didn’t let her go, instead pushed her harder, pulling her swollen bits into his mouth again, and then thrusting his half-shifted tongue deep into her body. The roughness of his tongue had the desired effect.

  Her screams came in broken punctuated moans. Her fingers dug tighter into the hair on his scalp, half pulling, half pushing, like she couldn’t decide if she wanted more or needed to escape. He lashed her clit with his long tongue, and then shifted it back, so it was soft and smooth. Then he bit. Another scream from his mate filled him with pleasure. His cock throbbed, begging for the release he’d provided her several times over.

  She released his hair and sank backward into the pillows. Her body was limp, and her lungs gasped for air.

  He released her hips and moved north. Grasping his rock-hard length, he guided it toward her swollen entrance and slid home, groaning as she enveloped every inch of him. Her tight core rippled and squeezed, the echoes of her last orgasm still not quite finished with her.

  Kann roared, burying his face against the curve of her neck. His fangs fought to descend, but he called them back and breathed in Penny’s scent deeply to stave off his lion. Mate.

  She was. But she wasn’t.

  It wouldn’t feel whole until they were bonded. He would long for her with a hunger that never ceased for as long as he lived, but without the bond, his lion would be agitated. His blood would burn painfully, but it was nothing he wasn’t willing to endure. When she finally submitted, finally chose him…the moment of their bonding would be that much sweeter.

  He rocked against her hips, driving deep and hard. He braced his weight on one hand and pinned her beneath his gaze as he pumped. His other hand cupped her ass and pulled her thigh up off the bed to angle her, so he could get even deeper. Slow and steady. Then slowly, as she adjusted to his size, he increased his speed. Their bodies slapped together.

  Penny moaned and grappled at his arms and then scraped her fingers along his shoulders, crying out each time he pushed into her body. Crying and begging for more. More he was happy to provide.

  He felt her body begin to tense once again. Her legs clenched. Her torso arched toward him. But this time he would fly with her.

  Like an earthquake, their combined climaxes rocked through both of them at the same time. He roared, letting his lion’s voice shake the very foundation of the small cabin. Penny’s cry continued until her voice broke and her scream became silent. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. And her face when she came…breathtaking.

  He shuddered one last time as he filled her with his seed. Her body milked him until there wasn’t a single drop left. Then he dropped his body to pin her to the mattress and buried his face in the soft sweaty cushion of her breasts. He swiped at her skin with his tongue, enjoying the taste of salt and the mixing of their scents. Even though he had not bonded her yet, their scents were already mixing. Any Reylean would recognize her as a mated female, even though the bond had not been sealed between them.

  She stroked her hands softly through his hair. He listened to her heartbeat return slowly to a normal rhythm beneath his ear. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, a silent plea for him not to pull out just yet.

  He didn’t. He stayed still. Let her body continue to ripple and pull at his cock. He would be more than content to fall asleep just like this, cradled between her legs with the lush flesh of her breasts surrounding his head. He breathed heavily, as his pulse fell into sync with hers.

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��I’m not sure you’ll be able to top that,” she croaked out, her voice hoarse and tired.

  “Challenge accepted,” he chuckled, quoting the funny television show Naomi had gotten him hooked on. Something about a mother…or meeting a mother. He couldn’t remember exactly.

  Her chest shook beneath his head and a husky laugh rolled up from her throat. “You did not just quote How I Met Your Mother.”

  He lifted his head and met her twinkling gaze. She wasn’t upset. Amusement tugged at the laugh lines around her eyes and her mouth. She had a dimple in her left cheek. He hadn’t noticed it before. Or the way her brown hair had streaks of lighter brown, almost a cinnamon color.

  “It seemed like it fit the moment,” he finally answered, reaching up to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

  “It did,” she admitted with a smile. “I don’t think I can move.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t expect you too.” He rolled to his back, using the momentum to rise all the way up an off the bed. He walked to the kitchen and found a clean rag. Wet it with water from the blue tank next to the sink and then returned to clean his mate before cleaning himself up.

  Kann spent a few minutes starting a fire in the woodstove before returning to the bed. He pulled her into his arms and tugged a blanket up over both of them. Her breathing slowed even more, falling into a soft rhythmic adorable snore.

  He wasn’t far behind her.

  17

  Penny stretched and groaned. All her muscles felt used. Every single one. Completely worn out. Kann lay beside her, his arms enveloping her like a safety net, holding her tightly against his warm hard body.

  She raised one eyelid and peered up at his sleeping face. The cabin was dim, except for a soft orange glow coming from the woodstove. The window facing the front of the cabin showed a greying sky already. Had to be after 6pm. Sunset was around 6pm in February and twilight only lasted about another forty-five minutes.