Bad Cat Baby Blues (Shifter Squad Six 3) by Anya Nowlan Page A

really could handle it.
 

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Ariadne
     
    Ariadne barely realized the moment when Dutch took the rifle out of her hands completely and set it down on the bunk, forgetting it there. She got the feeling that he had probably never simply left his gun like that, or been too preoccupied to pay attention to his equipment.
    Her body twisted to face him and her hands wrapped around his neck, practically pulling herself up and closer to him. He growled into the kiss and Ari had to stifle a giggle as his hands cupped her ass and hauled her into his arms. The low sound drove through her like a solid current, making everything shudder in response.
    Her legs were around his waist as he slammed her back against the concrete wall, the cool surface chilling against her slick, damp skin. Dutch’s hand was on her chin, dipping it and holding her head still so he could violate her mouth, and she loved every damn second of it. Her nails raked at his strong neck, making him grunt, and she mewled into the crushing, violent kiss, all raw emotion and desire.
    “Fucking hell, you’re so hot,” he rasped, his other hand traveling up her side, kneading her tits, making her buck against him.
    Ari felt like she was drowning in her juices and she couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands tugged at his shirt, willing him to take it off, and Dutch simply leaned back a little to rip it off. Not a second later his mouth was back on hers, claiming it like it was his and his alone.
    “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said in response, drawing another strangled hiss out of him.
    Dutch whirled around and threw her down on her narrow bunk, not an ounce of gentleness to him. That was exactly how she wanted it. She kicked off her loosely tied boots by the time he was done undoing the buckle on his belt, and she was given a chance to really, truly admire his body.
    He was built like a wall, solid and strong. Thick, bulging muscles and tight, glistening creases and dips made up his body, with not an ounce of fat anywhere. His hips were narrow, accentuated even more by the fact that his shoulders were so wide. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths, eyes blazing.
    She could see the gold of his beast flash in his gaze and she knew that hers must have been doing the same, considering how the big cat clawed at her, demanding to be let loose. But she wanted his body all to herself right now.
    Her fingers went to his zipper and she undid it as he tore off her tank top and unhooked her bra in almost a solid motion. The garments fell from her and she felt no coyness, no need to cover herself or wonder what he really thought of her body. It was all painted on him, clear and evident as the laws of nature. He thrummed for her, wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
    Ari pushed down his camo pants and his boxers enough to let his thick, long cock spring free and she moaned breathily as she saw it, salivating. He grinned, his fingers tying into her long locks, fisting in her hair. He didn’t push her on him, but she felt the barely controlled desire overwhelm her, to take more of her and as soon as he could. Then her tongue flicked across the velvety head of his cock, licking up the drop of pre-cum.
    It was delicious. She practically whimpered as she opened her mouth wider, taking him in slowly, torturously so. She wanted him in her all the way, as soon as she could, but at the same time she wanted to draw it out. To enjoy this moment that had been given her after months of worrying, planning, and overthinking everything she did. To not have to worry and let her desire take her without caring about the consequences.
    Dutch was so damn big she worried he’d rip her in half. Taking him in her mouth was a struggle and she slicked him with her saliva, watching some of it dribble over his hand as he gripped the base of his cock with his free hand. He pumped into her mouth slowly, easily, letting her get used to the feeling of him in her mouth and in her