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

throat. But when her nails dug into his thighs and she almost pulled him on top of her, he didn’t go slowly anymore.
    With a growl, Dutch thrust into her mouth, sliding deep in her throat. Ari’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, watering slightly but loving every second of it. He did it again and again, working himself into her while she gasped and spluttered around him, hungry for more. She could feel him pulse in her mouth, wide veins pressing against her tongue, heavy balls yearning to empty into her.
    When she sucked on him, creating a vacuum with her mouth, he pulled loose from her with a hiss like she’d stung him. Ari looked up, lips parted and red.
    “Don’t stop,” she begged, surprised to hear a note of genuine pleading in there.
    She never asked for anything. But she was willing to be down on her knees for Dutch, if it only meant she could have more.
    “I want all of you,” he said, rough and honest.
    He shucked off his pants and Ari fumbled with the belt on her own, but she didn’t get far by the time Dutch’s body was on her and his hands were doing what hers couldn’t. He pulled off her pants and panties and she spread her legs for him right away, loving the way his eyes blazed as he looked at her dripping sex and her curvy body laid out for him like a feast.
    “Fuck me,” she said, as much a command as it was a plea.
    “Ask me nicely,” Dutch said, grinning wickedly as he dipped down and ran his tongue along the length of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy.
    She shook with a shiver, her body reacting violently to him, her back arching and her hips bucking up. Ari tried to put her hands in his short hair, but he wouldn’t let her, batting her hands away gently as he did the same to her other thigh, driving her wild with need.
    “I said ask me nicely, baby,” he growled, and the sound alone made her whimper.
    How could she ask for anything if she could barely speak?
    “I…” she stuttered, thighs quivering despite the fact that she’d barely gotten a taste of him so far. “Please, Dutch. Please fuck me, please,” she said, feeling something break in her that she was happy to see crumble.
    It might have been the first time that she’d trusted someone enough to show a weaker side of herself. One that didn’t always have to be on guard, always be the one that was in command and winning. She was offering herself up, her heart on a sleeve, and it took everything she had to keep from bolting up and running away as soon as the words had left her mouth.
    Dutch put his hands on her hips, steadying her, pressing her down on the bed. She groaned as he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue lapping and laving around her clit. Her body twisted underneath him as he ate her out, slow and sensual instead of the hard, jagged way he’d fucked her mouth before. When he sucked her clit between his maddening lips, a long wail escaped her mouth, and Dutch reached up and clamped a hand over her mouth right away, letting her squeal into his palm.
    “Shh, baby,” he said, grinning as he snaked up her body, letting his cock rub against her slit. “We’re only getting started,” he promised, and when he thrust into her, Ari believed him completely.
    Her nails dug into his big, solid biceps as he split her in half around his cock, filling her up slowly. He gave her time to get used to him, his thrusts slow, his hand still on her mouth as he sunk into her inch by inch. Her body was completely rigid against him by the time he’d fit his whole length into her, bottoming out.
    Ari heaved for breath as he took his hand off her mouth and replaced it with his lips. She breathed him in, her hands slipping around his torso, pulling him against her as he started grinding into her. She could feel that he was as much on edge as he was, his body trembling deliciously.
    The kiss they shared was sensual, in tune with the way they were fucking. Something in her made her take note of everything that was going