Page 48 of Lion Conquers All
Connie was against his chest. His front legs were wrapped around her like arms to keep her in place. And then he purred.
And purred.
And purred.
The sound echoed in the bedroom, louder than the howl of the wind outside.
The vibrations were so much stronger in this form. The rattle from his chest shook through her body and the fight left her slowly, seeping out of her muscles like a poison that was finally wearing off.
No more screams.
No more cries of pain.
The magick between them coursed from his body into hers and his beast gave her everything he could. They didn’t have a bond yet, not a true one, but he tried. He fought to push anything toward her the magick would allow.
She continued to settle.
A shudder slipped through her every so often, but the breaks between were getting longer.
Her heartbeat slowed to a normal pace.
The smell of fear disappeared from her scent.
Her breathing evened out.
Then she snuggled into his body, wrapping her fingers tight into his long mane.
The agitation in his mind slipped away and he focused on her. The soothing feeling of the steady rise and fall of her chest. The sound of her heartbeat.
She’d needed him. He hadn’t left her. He would never leave her. Not again.
And he purred, pulling her deeper and deeper into the calm oasis of theirsoul call.
She would have a good night’s sleep, even if he didn’t close his eyes once tonight.
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CONNIE
Something was hugging her. Not tightly. But there was a weight on her back. And something was breathing…heavily. Almost snoring.
Her face was buried in a mountain of fur. She didn’t remember falling asleep with any of her throw pillows. She pushed up a little and her heart lurched in her chest and froze. Time and space also ground to a short halt.
Lion.
Giant lion.
It was laying on its back, sprawled like a relaxed dog, head to the side, mouth open, tongue lolling out almost touching the floor.
She was on it’s chest.
The weight on her back was one of its legs.
The lion was hugging her.
Son of a two-headed fish. What the hell?
She turned her head slowly. Her door was still bolted in place. Nothing amiss—except the massive hole in the wall next to it where the lion had obviously torn his way inside.
