Southern Shifters: Purred Promises (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF

knew he was a big guy. He could be intimidating , but he never wanted her to be afraid of him.
    “Do what?”
    “Push girls against walls.”
    “No.”
    She licked her lips, and he tracked the movement with his eyes, unable to stop the imagery that flitted through his mind of her perfect mouth wrapped around his dick.
    “So…”
    He blinked and shook his head. “I’m Jair.”
    “Genesis.”
    He had no fucking idea what to do. His brain was misfiring, his beasts were going crazy, and all he could do was stare at her. She was gorgeous. Curved in all the right places, and smelling like his best wet dream.
    She hooked her hands around his biceps and squeezed lightly. “You smell good,” she said, her voice a husky whisper that made his spine tingle.
    He bent and pressed his nose to her neck, the smooth skin taunting him while her scent wrapped around him. She smelled like the sky after a thunderstorm, crisp and clean, and a little bit electric. She tunneled her hands under the collar of his shirt and dug her fingertips into his spine, tilting her hips and connecting their lower bodies. He groaned , and she shivered, pressing her lips to his throat and nipping at his pulse.
    “What are you?” she whispered against his neck. “Damn, you smell amazing.” Her grip on him tightened and he reined in his own desire so she could do what she wanted with him. “Like fall and jungle mixed up together.”
    She licked a slow line up his neck to his ear, her breath fanning his skin, inflaming him.
    It took all of his willpower not to whimper like a pup. “Wolf and tiger. You’re all lynx, though.”
    She hummed and leaned back, her head pressing against the wall, but their hips still touching. Her arousal was a simmering heat between them, his beasts clawing at him to strip her and find out what she tasted like.
    “Does it matter?”
    He shook his head. “I could fucking care less. You’re mine.”
    “I’m…” she started to say, when he heard the handle of the door turn and realized that someone was coming out.
    Pulling her away from the wall, he tucked her behind him several feet away, his beasts growling angrily at the disruption.
    “Seriously?” Dillon said as he stood in the doorway, his mate, Mona, behind him. “She just got here, Jair. Could you not molest my pseudo-niece in the parking lot like she’s some cheap trick?”
    Genesis’s breath whooshed against his back, and he scented her embarrassment. Snarling, he said, “Don’t insult my mate.”
    Mona slipped under Dillon’s arm and said, “Gen? Is this true?”
    There was a brief pause, and then Genesis stepped to Jair’s side and snuggled against him. She purred as she looked up at him, the sound vibrating against his side. His tiger recognized it as contentment. She might have been embarrassed at being busted in the parking lot with a virtual stranger, but her beast knew who he was and that was all that mattered.
    “It’s true. Crazy, right?”
    “Crazy but right,” he amended.
    Her eyes flashed with heat and the scent of her arousal kicked up again.
    The door to the bar shut and Dillon and Mona moved toward them, stopping a few feet away. “I’ll let her fill you in on her life,” Mona said, “but just know this – if you hurt her, there won’t be enough of you left to perform an autopsy on.”
    Dillon grinned down at his mate. “ I love it when you threaten males.”
    Jair looked at Mona. “I would never hurt her.”
    “You okay to go home with him, hon?” Mona asked, turning her attention to Genesis.
    “I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to bring him home with me ,” Genesis said, her voice tinged with humor.
    “Yeah, no,” Dillon said.
    “Dinner is tomorrow night at seven,” Mona said. “Don’t be late.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Jair said.
    As Dillon turned to head back into the bar, Mona said, “Hey, the house will be entirely empty tonight. Why are we wasting our time here?”
    Dillon didn’t miss a step in swinging