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.
“I don’t even know what to say about what I saw. No one should live like that. No one.”
“You’re fine, Savta,” Shira told her grandmother.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Nothing has attached itself to you.”
“Good. Then let’s go. We have to talk to the MacKilligans.”
Because of course they did.
Shira rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. She texted her husband that she was still working and she didn’t know when she’d be back. Then she wondered again why her cousin insisted on hanging around those badgers!
*
“Where did you find more brownies?” Tock asked, pulling one out as soon as Shay took the top off the plastic container. “I thought the wolves ate them all.”
“Charlie put some aside for Dani. But she’d had so many already, I was worried she would just throw them up. So I put these in my room.”
“Did you piss around the bedroom door to mark your territory and protect the brownies?”
“This compound is filled with predators that would love more brownies, so I did think about doing just that. But in the end, I just let it go, hoping my general cat funk would do the trick. We can’t afford to be tossed out of here yet.”
“True,” Tock said around a mouthful of dark chocolate brownie with walnuts. She pointed at the brownie she was devouring. “This was for Dani?”
“I think Charlie is trying to turn her into a dark chocolate lover, but she’s still too young for that. Thankfully, she also has regular brownies in here. For the kid . . . and me.”
Shay had also brought cold milk and she poured them both glasses. They ate in silence, finishing off the brownies. Tock would have felt bad for Dani, but she had no doubt that Charlie would happily make the kid more of her favorite sweets. She seemed to like having a kid around who wasn’t Max or Stevie. Taking care of her two sisters from such a young age had been a lot for her.
When Shay put his empty glass down on the table, he said, “You know they’re going to make our lives hell tomorrow.”
“Today,” she amended, showing him her watch so he could see the time.
“Yeah. You okay with that?”
A little confused, Tock asked, “Okay with what?”
“You know . . . the teasing about . . . us.”
“I don’t let other people dictate my life. Even my grandmother, which is one of the things she hates about me. Will it be a problem for you?”
“Not at all,” he said quickly, his eyes locked on her face. “But my brothers . . . they can be a lot.”