Born to Be Badger (Honey Badger Chronicles #5)(108)

They were on the long table that people probably used to fold their clothes. It was thankfully empty and Shay had placed her there with a lot of care after their first round. Then he’d spread her thighs and gone to work. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry either, languidly licking her with that rough tongue of his. All Tock had to do was lie back and play with her nipples. It was awesome.

But then there was that moment, when it went from enjoyable and relaxing—because she’d already come once not long ago—to intense. Because she wanted more. The licking was great, but she needed more. She put her hands behind his head and he took the hint, grasping her clit between his lips and rolling it around. That had her squirming again. Honestly, she’d never squirmed so much. But the cat had a way.

He stopped rolling and began sucking. That’s when Tock’s thighs tensed and the rest of her began to shake. She made weird little grunting sounds that she would normally stop because they sounded kind of stupid, but she couldn’t think past what was happening to her body.

She rocked her hips against Shay’s mouth and let the rest of her body do whatever it wanted as the cat took her to and over the edge.

Tock let out short, harsh screams as the orgasm rolled through her. And it kept going. Shay kept it going. She didn’t know if it was simply one long orgasm or several in a row, but it just went on and on until, finally, he let her go and she came down hard. Her body splayed on that table, legs hanging off the side, unable to move.

The heat from his body moved away but quickly returned. He rolled her over and lifted her ass. Tock didn’t care. She was too out of it to care about anything.

He entered her from behind, slowly pressing his latex-covered cock deep inside her. He was big, filling her almost more than she could stand. He stayed there a moment while her muscles continued to throb around him in the aftermath of her orgasm.

When he finally began to fuck her, Tock was sure she might simply go to sleep while he got what he needed. She was exhausted.

*

The way her muscles rippled around his cock made his knees weak. He wasn’t sure he could keep standing. But he didn’t want to just dump her on the floor. She deserved better than that. Actually, she deserved the best suite at the Ritz-Carlton on a king-size bed with the softest sheets. But what she was getting was fucked on a table in a wolf pack’s laundry room. Not exactly fair, but the world couldn’t ask him for any more right now. She smelled too good. Felt too good. Tasted amazing. Licking her was like licking his favorite ice cream off a spoon. Except that didn’t make his dick hard and his mind numb.

She was just lying there when he pulled her ass closer. Maybe he should wait . . .

Except then her pussy tightened around his cock and any hope of waiting was lost. Instead, he just angled her a little better and began to fuck her. He was so hard, he could make it quick. Get them what they both needed. No big deal, right?

Tock wasn’t that out of it, though. Her hands gripped the other side of the table, and she began to push back against him. And each time she pushed back, she tightened her muscles. It felt like being dragged, the way her body pulled him in.

When Tock began to pant and groan, Shay wasn’t sure he could keep going. But he did. Holding her tighter, fucking her harder. Their groans mingling with each thrust. He wanted to let go right now, but he held on for her. Tried anyway. Until she gripped his cock so hard, he couldn’t keep himself from coming even if he wanted to. Luckily, that grip was because Tock was coming right along with him.

They both cried out; Tock still pushing back and Shay still slamming forward. They kept going until they simply couldn’t anymore. Arm around her waist, Shay laid them both on the table, still tight together. He didn’t want to pull out yet. Not when it felt so good to be buried inside her.

It was the last thing he thought until his stomach growled and woke both of them up.

*

Shira Lepstein waited outside the Little Italy apartment with her cousin Uri. It was late. She was tense. She really wanted to go home. Back to Israel, where she’d lived since her parents had moved there twenty years ago. But this was important. Family was always important. The Malka-Lepsteins protected each other. Without question. Without complaint.

Still . . . Shira was ready to go home! All this because her boneheaded cousin insisted on hanging with MacKilligans. She’d always thought Tock had better sense. Because those three girls attracted trouble the way shit attracted flies. Only the shit didn’t start anything. The MacKilligans always started something. More than any other badger Shira had ever known or learned about through history. While all honey badgers were accused of being shit-starters, their shit-starting usually had a point.

Rodrigo Borgia, who eventually became Pope Alexander VI, wanted the power of the Church. Livia Drusilla poisoned her way to the role of wife and empress, and eventually mother of the emperor when her husband, Augustus, died so she could have the power of Rome’s all-powerful throne. But the MacKilligan sisters? What did they want? What were they hoping to gain when they started their nonsense?

Shira had no idea.

Her grandmother bolted out the front door to the building, desperately swatting at her clothes, face, and hair.

“Check me! Check me!”

“Check you for what?”

“Everything! Lice! Roaches! Anything disgusting!”

“It was that bad?” Uri asked while Shira was forced to look over her grandmother to make sure nothing had crawled out of that old lion’s apartment.