Cats Got Your Tongue (Shifter Squad Six)

by Anya Nowlan

  Grim parted her legs roughly, hiking her hips toward him and Kelis spluttered a gasp as his tongue dipped into the apex between her thighs, lapping and laving at her hungrily. His strong hands were holding her legs and she started trembling almost immediately as he ate her out from behind, Grant kissing her all the while.

  She pushed down Grant’s pants and when her hand gripped the base of his cock, he let out this dark growl that resonated through her, right into her pussy. It wasn’t long until she was a whimpering mess, bucking and grinding against Grim’s talented tongue while her hand desperately explored the contours of Grant’s cock, impossibly thick and rigid in her hand.

  The high, jutting bumps of veins along the shaft made her wonder how they’d feel when Grant split her open. When her thumb flicked over the head of his cock, spreading a droplet of pre-cum, she couldn’t resist the temptation to bring her finger to her mouth and lick the cum off between kisses.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said, his eyes sparkling with need. “Do you want more of that?” he asked, his words like music in her ears.

  “Yes please!” Kelis whined, Grim’s fingers digging into her hips now and his tongue continuously assaulting her slit, spreading her wetness over his face.

  In a second, she was pulled away from Grim and pushed down on the cot on all fours. She arched her back instinctively, her lips already crimson from the kisses, her nipples aching to be touched again. Both of the Aldroch brothers shucked off their pants and boots and stood before her completely naked, smirking as if they were only now plotting the lengths of what they were going to do to her. She couldn’t wait.

  She could see the glistening of her wetness on Grim’s mouth and he licked his lips, tasting her again. Her breathing seemed to stop for the longest moment as he stepped closer to her now, his cock right in front of her face. Without being prompted again, she leaned forward, goose bumps covering her skin, and poked out her tongue to lick over the gorgeous head, cut and big and velvety smooth.

  His hands went into her hair immediately, scruffing his fingers into her long locks, pulling loose the ponytail she was wearing. Grim gathered all of her hair in his fist, holding it firmly, though for now he let her move at the pace she wanted. Kelis closed her eyes, willing herself to remember every second of the most breathtaking experience she’d ever had.

  When her lips slipped over Grim’s cock, letting him in her mouth, he groaned fiercely and she could see his abs contract, muscles straining. She felt a hand tracing her buttocks, rough fingers marking her skin and then dipping between her legs, spreading them again. She wanted to look back, but Grim kept her on his cock as Grant thrust two fingers into her, testing her.

  “You’re tight as hell, sugar,” he said, pumping in and out of her and making her eyes water with the combination of his strong fingers and her going lower on Grim’s cock, stretching her lips.

  Grant pulled out slowly, letting his fingers trace down the backs of her thighs, leaving wet trails there. Then, he maneuvered his throbbing dick to her pussy, both hands on her hips, pressing ever so slightly and letting the tension build until he split her open finally, entering her. Kelis’s eyes went wide with surprise and a she felt a sliver of pain as both men decided in unison to fill her up.

  Grim pushed her down on his hard, rigid cock by her hair, making her gag a little and her eyes roll back in her head as he thrust into her throat, the moment so completely taboo and dirty and perfect. Grant plowed into her from behind, every stroke stretching her further, giving her more of him, until he’d sunken into her completely, bottoming out. They held her there for a moment, on the precipice of pleasure and pain, stuffed at both ends with her body convulsing with need, before she was given all that she wanted.

  “Fucking hell, you’re so perfect,” Grim moaned, loosening his grip so Kelis could control the way she wanted to blow him.

  But she kept bobbing up and down just as fast as he’d made her, whimpering against him, bucking her hips back as Grant pounded into her now, raw and vicious. It hurt so bad and at the same time she’d never experienced something so good—two battle-hardened, scarred, and god-like ex-SEALs showing her the limits of her body and the heights of her pleasure.

  Grant reached a hand around her and when his fingers started rubbing her clit, she lost any semblance of self-control she might have had. Grim’s cock was slick with her saliva now, the blowjob sloppy and just as filthy as the situation demanded. He started fucking her face, first slowly and then faster, until she held herself in place, watering eyes looking up at him as Grant’s fingers were quickly driving her to orgasm.

  “Cum for us, sugar,” Grant said, more a command than a request, and she was happy to comply.

  Her own dog tags clinked around her neck as the two men plowed into her from both ends, and she couldn’t and wouldn’t stop herself when the orgasm took her. She couldn’t scream because her mouth was full of Grim, but her body convulsed, muscles tightening. Her pussy milked Grant mercilessly, begging for him to join her in ecstasy, and when she felt his motions growing jagged and jerky, she knew he was not far from release.

  A deep, throaty moan bubbled forth as heat and light seemed to thrum through her, the most undeniable and fantastic orgasm she’d ever felt rocking her body. And when she felt Grant’s cock pulsing inside of her, her pussy walls clamping down around it, she wished she could distill the moment and be able to relive it whenever she needed.

  With a roar, he came in her, spilling his load inside of her. Ropey, milky tendrils of seed shot into her as she rode her orgasm to its peak, only to find suddenly both her mouth and her pussy without cock. Kelis let out a strangled protest, her arms shaking so hard she thought they’d give out, before Grant was in front of her and Grim behind, taking up one another’s places.

  Grant’s cheeks were flushed and sweat dotted him beautifully. His cock was gleaming with her juices and without hesitation, she took him in her mouth, licking at him as gently as the parting shudders of her orgasm would allow her. At the same time, Grim entered her again, his hand grabbing her ass while fingering her clit with the other hand. He was thicker, stretching her more as he plunged into her, getting a nice scream out of her, one that was immediately followed by a wide grin.

  They’re so bad…

  She enjoyed every second of it.

  Grim couldn’t last long in her and it was a small mercy; her pussy was thoroughly taken. He let her enjoy him with long, slow strokes as she cleaned off Grant, every touch of her tongue making him spasm and jerk. She kept trying to bite down on her whines, but the men evidently liked the way she sounded, urging her on, doing the things that made her mewl the loudest.

  When Grim finally came in her as well, mingling his seed with that of Grant’s, Kelis thought she would pass out. Both men pulled out and she was bundled up in their arms, their strong bodies surrounding her and overwhelming her senses as they lay down on the tight cot, with her happily stuck between them. Her head was resting on Grim’s chest and Grant’s half-hard cock was poking at her thigh, his abs against her back.

  “That was…” she said, breathless, heaving like the men who kept her safe.

  “We’re only getting started, sugar,” Grim said in a whisper, promising more as he kissed her forehead.

  Then, Grim turned her chin slightly so Grant could kiss her mouth as well, making her whimper into the touch. Two men, completely different and completely alike, and both of them seemed crazy about her.

  All she could wish for was that the intelligence operatives wouldn’t get there too soon. She had a lot of things she wanted to try out with her ferociously sinful twins, and she got the very distinct feeling that they felt the same way about her. When Grim’s hand slipped down her body and then dipped into her pussy, making her squirm, no further confirmation was needed.

  This night was going to be the best one of her life so far. Damn the consequences.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Kelis

  Kelis was still floating
on air the next day when the intelligence officers came to take her for further questioning. Their goodbyes had been fast enough—efficient but humorous, as one would often see in interactions between SEALs and Marines—but underneath it all, Kelis felt a slight twinge of discomfort leaving the two strapping cougars.

  She thought that the sentiment was shared, considering the long, rueful looks Grant and Grim gave her. None of them had really slept much, the night having passed in one another’s arms, fucking and kissing and laughing and enjoying it. But Kelis didn’t miss the sleep, not anymore. What she did miss was the Aldroch brothers, from the very second they went out of sight.

  Biting her lip, she settled in on the backseat of the large armored vehicle, driven by nondescript agents and heading in a direction she couldn’t really tell. There was a separation board between the front seats and her and at any other time, she would have been entirely dubious about getting in the car. However, with both Grant and Grim assuring her that it would be fine and they knew the guys driving, she’d taken a leap of faith.

  Not that she would have been given a choice either way. That much was clear.

  She smiled wistfully as her fingers toyed with her dog tags, a nervous habit she’d picked up way back in boot camp, and it had never left her. Images of Grant’s and Grim’s hot, sweaty bodies came to her the moment she’d close her eyes, and she couldn’t help but bite down on her lower lip a little when she imagined them both kissing her skin, their tongues trailing along her back or thighs, or their fingers spreading her pussy open for them…

  When the car arrived at its destination several hours later, Kelis was still a bit flushed and frantic, the memories still so clear in her mind.

  I have to find them again, she thought, deciding that she’d do so as soon as she was back on familiar ground, back home.

  They hadn’t expressly stated that they’d be getting in touch. It was supposed to be one night of fun, no strings attached, but the more she thought about the sexy werecougars, the more she thought there might be something there. Because she was in the service, having a “normal” relationship wasn’t in the cards for her anyway, but maybe having some prolonged contact with sinfully delicious shifter Alpha twins was just weird enough to work.

  “Miss Murdoch,” a stern voice spoke as the door was unlocked and opened. “If you’d follow me.”

  She slipped out of the car, frowning a little as she fell into step with the tall, rather slender man in front of her. Two guards filed in behind her—her drivers as Kelis realized—and the scene felt more like being walked into a jail cell than being led in for some friendly questioning.

  It’s all right. They’re the good guys, she reminded herself, taking a deep breath.

  They were in some sort of a big, well-lit and entirely bland-looking building. The car had been driven into a garage that looked more like a hanger, but as soon as they reached the first corridor, all the similarities ended. The ceilings were not very high and the hallways were gray and narrow. She had to imagine that the men behind her had to walk single-file to fit, as they were both beefy-looking operatives.

  “Where are we going?” she asked after a while, one winding hall leading into the next.

  No one answered.

  She was finally shown into a room with an obvious one-way mirror, a table, and two chairs.

  “Please take a seat, Miss,” the ghostly looking man told her, closing the door behind her the moment she stepped in and locking it behind her as well.

  “That’s some real genuine hospitality,” she mumbled with a snort, her gaze tracking across the room.

  There was a spot on the ceiling she supposed hid a camera, though why they needed it with the one-way mirror was beyond her. If anything, the whole scene made her feel uncomfortable and she wished she could be back with Squad Six, swapping war stories and laughing as they’d done over breakfast. The whole group was made out of good guys and she’d felt immediately welcome, even if Connor seemed to reserve judgment for later, for obvious reasons.

  It was another minute or so before Kelis was joined by another person. She had taken a seat as instructed, choosing to humor her somewhat melodramatic hosts, when the man walked in. Tall, slender, and it took one look at him for Kelis to figure out she didn’t like the guy. It was like he brought winter along with him. The room suddenly felt entirely cold because of his mirthless presence.

  Icy green eyes, jet-black hair, and high cheekbones and a slim nose made up the face of a man who would have been thought handsome by any standards, but the look in his eyes voided it all for Kelis. He was a hunter, a ruthless one, and not the kind of man who would take pity on anyone. She’d been around enough psychos to guess that much. Though when he smiled, a smirk befitting a bony skull rather than a man, there was some softness to him. Like a hint of a man who could have once cared about something, just underneath the surface.

  “Miss Murdoch. I hear our appreciation is in order,” he spoke, his voice even, maybe a bit too much inflection considering the way he eyed her like a snake planning his dinner. “We at The Firm are very thankful for your assistance in getting that plane down on the ground in one piece.”

  “I don’t doubt you would have figured something out if I hadn’t been there. Squad Six seems like they have their shit handled,” Kelis said, inclining her head a little.

  Her brows were furrowed, and though she tried to keep the mistrust off of her expression, it was easier said than done. This man, dressed in black and holding himself as if a nuclear strike at his feet would not faze him, raised her hackles and sent every alarm bell blaring in her head.

  “Ah yes. Squad Six. Always the ones in trouble,” he mused softly, taking a seat across from her. “Tell me, Kelis... I can call you Kelis, yes?”

  “I’d rather you—”

  “Excellent. Do you have any idea why you were on that flight, Kelis?” he asked, tapping his fingertips on the table once, twice, catching her attention with the motion of his long digits.

  She felt irritation bubbling inside; the man was being both insufferable and rude all at the same time. It was no minor feat, considering that Kelis thought herself a pretty laid-back, calm individual when it came to dealing with gigantic egos.

  “I have no idea. I’ve told your investigators several times. The whole story went like this: I was supposed to get on my plane heading for San Francisco, but I was turned back at the gate and told to board the other one. The stewardess met me at the door, walked me on, and that’s all I know. I figured it was some sort of a system error, but since the plane was still going where I needed to be, I didn’t think anything of it.”

  “Not even when you checked your surroundings and found yourself sharing a flight with only men, and football players at that?” he queried, a bemused smile on his face now.

  “We both know they weren’t only jocks,” Kelis scoffed, leaning back in the chair a little.

  It might have been a subconscious effort to put some distance between them. Every fiber in her being was telling her that though she’d been attacked on the plane before by a man certainly looking to kill her, she was only now face-to-face with someone truly dangerous.

  “Regardless. You couldn’t have known that then, could you?”

  “That’s true. I wanted to fall asleep and wake up in San Francisco. I honestly don’t know why things went as they did, but if you find out, I’d love to know.”

  She gave him a stern look and when he arched a brow, a feeling struck Kelis. He knew more than he was letting on. Pressing her lush lips into a thin line, she gave him a once-over again. His muscles were relaxed and he was as at ease as a shark, without a care in the world. He didn’t look like a man who needed answers from her, but more like someone who had all of them already and was simply there to see if she could guess any of them.

  “Would you say it was rather lucky you were there? And even more so that you seemed to be unaffected by the gas?” he queried, tapping his fingers again.

  “I w
ouldn’t say it was lucky, no. Lucky would have been if the gas hadn’t gone off at all, or if the only pilot available knew how to really fly something as big as a 747. Ground control talked me through most of it to be honest. I think any of the Squad Six boys would have done a job just as good.”

  “Unlikely,” the man said, firmly.

  “But I was affected by the gas. Only reason I was okay was because I got a mask off of one of the attackers. The Arctics or whatever you called them. Pulled it off his face as he was brought down. I still got a lungful of it when another guy came at me, ripping it off.”

  “You don’t say,” he answered, sounding thoroughly interested, though Kelis had no doubt he must have already known about that from her earlier reports. He didn’t look dumb, so she wondered why he was playing dumb. “And how did it feel, this gas?”

  “Disorienting,” Kelis replied, brow furrowing. “Like I wanted to do something bad, but I was at the same time exhausted and angry and pumped up. I didn’t get too much of it and I held my breath, which is what I think helped, compared to the rest of the people on board. But it made me more… animated, I guess?”

  “Mm-hmm. And did you enjoy your time with Squad Six?” he asked, suddenly changing the topic as if they’d been talking about the Blackhawks and he’d remembered he’d lost a bet or something.

  “They’re good guys, yeah,” she said, considering him dubiously. “Why?”

  “Oh, curious. Some of our former female guests have had a tendency of liking some of them a little bit too much. But I’m sure that’s not in your character, Kelis,” he spoke, with all the poise of a cobra trying to entice someone to come at him.

  “I don’t think that’s any of your business. I don’t even know your name. Do you think it’s wise for you to start calling me a whore already?”

  “Those are your words, not mine,” he said, grinning.

  In hindsight, Kelis wasn’t entirely sure what made her do it. It might have been the last hints of the gas in her nervous system, it might have just been the fact that she had always hated people who chose to be assholes when plenty of other options were available to them, or it might have just been because his face was entirely punchable. In any case, she whipped up and out of her chair and her fist was flying at his nose before she knew better.