Bear My Baby (Shifter Squad Six 1) by Anya Nowlan Page B

exiting from the bar. No one had come in from the other direction so Connor could hope that they had the good decency not to for a while longer. Not that he cared at this point.
    “Fuck, you’re hot,” he hissed, moving from her lips to her neck and then down to her deep cleavage, gorgeously inviting in that low-cut dress of hers.
    He remembered every curve, every valley and dip. Her hands coiled in his short hair and he felt her nails scrape across his scalp, whimpers on her lips. One hand cupping her sex, he could have drowned in the fire emanating from her. He couldn’t help himself. Instead of controlling his need, he pushed it forward, gave it free rein over him.
    Connor slipped his hand under her dress without hesitation, moving up the silk length of her stockings, loving the way the lace ended at mid-thigh and he could feel her clear, soft skin under his touch from there on. And when he reached her panties, he rose up, kissing her again and grabbing her by the hip, making sure that she was looking him in the eye when he hooked a finger around the panties and tore them aside, exposing her wet slit.
    Cassie gasped, the sweetest sound he’d heard in ages. She was about to tell him to stop, he could tell, so he wasted no time. He thrust two fingers into her pussy, filling her immediately, while his thumb covered her clit, rubbing it with just enough force to make her tremble all over. She mewled a little and Connor grinned, laying another kiss on her mouth as she shook in his arms.
    He pumped in with his fingers time after time, not giving her any reprieve, not giving her time to think, to rationalize. She could only feel and he wanted her to explode around his fingers like she had in that cabin, twisting in lust and screaming her head off.
    “Connor, we shouldn’t,” she gasped, wriggling away from his touch pitifully but managing to only get him to stroke into her faster.
    “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he growled, lips mere inches from hers. “Whatever you want, honey. I’ll fuck you right here if you ask me to. I don’t fucking care who sees us.”
    That was marked with a breathy moan that made his cock almost pop out of his jeans. There was nothing he wanted more than to fill her with his length immediately, but he was willing to be patient. This one time, at least.
    Her juices coated his hand as she writhed and bucked against him, all her logic gone and displaced by a good, hard finger-fucking. Cassie clung to his shoulder, her face lit with the most inviting blush. Her eyes were half-lidded and when he felt her start to contract around his fingers, he let loose. Every thrust brought his fingers almost completely out before plunging in again, making her stretch around them. He scissored his fingers inside of her, growling into her ear and when she crested, he didn’t want to stop.
    The blue light played off her skin, making her look almost ghostly. Connor wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t imagining the whole thing.
    Cassie screamed into his shoulder and shook like an earthquake was ravaging her body. So slowly, he thrummed down his rhythm until his fingers were only there to keep her full, his thumb still gently teasing her clit. Every little touch brought another spasm from her. Connor chuckled as Cassie heaved for a breath, finally pushing herself off his shoulder.
    Her beautiful hazel eyes were foggy with lust and her lips were red from the kisses and the lipstick she wore, slightly parted now in her post-orgasmic bliss. Connor pulled out of her and neatly straightened her panties over her mound, before bringing his hand to his lips. He licked her juices off of his fingers and Cassie watched him, shocked and aroused at the same time. It looked like she wasn’t entirely sure whether she should be angry with him or just drop to her knees and return the favor.
    Connor was okay with either. As long as it meant having more time around her.
    “You bastard ,” she hissed, but there was no