Grayslake: More than Mated: Dirty Lion Bastard (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Scottie for dessert?”
    “I think we can arrange that,” she said breathlessly. She kissed Shane again, then patted his chest. “I have to go now, though.”
    He lifted his hands in the air. “Fine. Go.” He caressed her cheek. “I’m going to miss you in my arms.”
    “Oh, Jesus.” If he kept talking like that, she’d never leave, which she suspected was his plan. “I’ll see you in the morning.” And with a final, quick peck, she skirted out of his room, shutting the door between them.
    Her skin vibrated with pleasure as the cool night air whipped across her legs. Shane made her want a relationship for the first time in her life. He made her want the thing she never thought were in the cards, love, marriage, and maybe even children. Was it possible that fate delivered her the perfect guy—all the way from Texas of all places?
    Her heart ached almost as much as her body ached to be back with him.
    Scottie twirled, grinning as the hem of her robe flew up. She shoved it down around her thighs. Suddenly, she was knocked forward as pain exploded in her back. She stumbled and fell to her knees. What the heck? Before she could get to her feet, she was hit again. She screamed as her body hit the gravel parking lot. Small, jagged rocks bit into her skin. Scottie scrambled to get out from under the weight pinning her to the ground. A rough voice rasped in her ear, “Not so hot shit now are you, bitch?”
    Her heart hammered as she recognized the voice of the drunken, asshole jaguar she’d humiliated and then banned. Had he been out here the entire night lying in wait?
    “You surprised me earlier, little girl. But you won’t get a second chance.” He pinned her arms to her sides and punched her in the back of her head. Scottie’s face smashed into the ground, and the rocks cut into her cheek and her lip.
    She couldn’t get leverage on the guy. He punched her again—this time in the middle of her shoulder. When he drew his arm back again, Scottie’s tiger poured out as her skin exploded in a sea of fur. She bucked the man from her back and whirled, tearing at him with sharp, vicious claws.
    He roared, his own skin sprouting brown fur. Unfortunately, his cat, a large jag with medium brown with black spots, was twice as big as her beast. Christ. He had to be close to four-hundred pounds, and he was all bulk and muscle.
    Whatever it took, Scottie wasn’t going down easy. This fucker wanted a fight? He’d get one. She cried out and leaped the distance between them, her strong jaw locking onto his shoulder.
    The jaguar swiped at her, and his claw sliced across her stomach, nearly dislodged her grip. She felt the warmth of her guts spilling out as he twisted his body and flung her side to side. The next thing she knew, he was on his knees, his hot blood coating the inside of her mouth as her teeth pierced his jugular.
    Her vision clouded as darkness closed in. Don’t lose consciousness, she told herself. Tony had taught her one hard fast rule. Stay awake to stay alive. A thunderous roar penetrated her foggy brain, and she was tossed sideways as a blur of golden fur tackled the spotted cat to the ground.
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    The tiger’s screeching roar jolted Shane into action. He’d raced out the door just as Scottie changed from human to tiger. Her magnificent beast tore at her assailant, her powerful jaw clamping onto the large cat shifter in a bite meant to kill. Instinct had him shifting immediately, and within seconds he leaped into the air and swatted the jaguar down. He sank his teeth into the jaguar’s skull, relishing the moment of victory as his enemy crumpled lifeless to the ground. Shane gave the attacker, as the man shifted back to his human form, a final shake before letting go.
    Even in tiger form, the lion knew his mate’s scent. But her jasmine and citrus were marred by the stench of blood and fear. He raced to her, dread like a lead weight in his chest. Her stomach was split open, her guts exposed. His lion