Page 69 of Scaredy Cat
“Let me just take care of my Scaredy Cat for tonight.”
His mouth meets mine, warm and soft, while his fingers touch and explore. But just before they make it to the apex of my thighs, he stands me up again, dumping shampoo into his hand with a cheeky smile.
“You’re awful,” I inform him, holding my hand out for the bottle. Shiloh scoffs and takes his time working the lather through my hair, rinsing it, and doing the same with the conditioner. “You’re just awful.” But I can’t take my eyes off him as he pours soap onto my loofah and beckons me to him with a finger, drawing me forward like a magnet.
Just awful,I tell myself, as he runs the rough sponge down my arms and then back up. He washes every inch of me, doing a hell of a better job than I usually do. My breath catches every time his hand comes near my lower body, and he seems to slow down whenever he’s touching my inner thighs.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I step forward, back under the water to let it rinse me off, and hook an arm around Shiloh to pull him against me. The soft, needy sounds I release are swallowed by his mouth, and he wastes no time tossing theloofah back to the tray on the wall and wrapping his other arm around me as well.
“Needy little thing,” he admonishes without a hint of true irritation. “Pretty little girl, you’re trying to distract me from being mad at you.”
“Is it working?” I breathe, barely noticing when he turns off the water. At least until the steam dissipates enough that I’m a little cold. At my first shiver, Shiloh opens the shower door, inviting in the cold air and helping me step out. Before I can do it myself, he wraps me up in a towel, and uses another one to dry off my hair.
It’s strange, having him be so soft with me like this, even though I can see the way his eyes darken with desire. His arousal is pretty obvious, and my eyes flick down, then up, only for him to grin.
“Don’t look at me like that, Persy,” Shiloh teases. “You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you.” He takes a moment to dry himself off, then tugs the towel free from my body once he’s satisfied I’m only a little damp and hopefully no longer smell like vomit.
“I can walk—” My words are cut off by my yelp of surprise when Shiloh throws me over his shoulder, hand on my ass while he walks to my bed to toss me down on my back. He shoos Arugula off, and before I can move or do anything at all, he’s above me on his hands and knees, one hand fisted gently in my hair.
“Now, my Scaredy Cat,” Shiloh purrs and leans down to run his lips up my throat. “Let’s talk about what you did tonight. At length. In a way that I’m sure you’ll understand.” A shiver goes up my body, and I let out a soft sound when he bites down on my throat, his teeth sinking deep into my skin before he’s sucking and pulling at the mouthful with his tongue.
“Ow! Fuck, Shiloh!” It doesn’t hurt in a bad way, exactly. But he just chuckles and pulls away, licking over it, and lunges down to do the same to the other side of my neck.
“I have a thought,” he tells me, once I’m panting and writhing under him, my neck tingling from my shoulders to my jaw. He licks over all the blossoming marks, and I swear he radiates approval and self-satisfaction as his tongue licks over the divots his teeth have left.
“I think if I leave something to remind you that you’re mine, that I’m going to take care of you, maybe you’ll remember it in times of duress. So every time you look in the mirror, you’ll know that I’m here, ready to back you up. Ready to protect my perfect Persy. But also…”
He sits back and jerks my thighs apart, bringing one up to hook my knee over his shoulder. His eyes glitter in the dim light cast from my bathroom, and a smile dances on his lips. “I want to make sure you remember that there are consequences for your recklessness, babe.” Without another word, he bites down on my inner thigh, pulling a sharp howl from my throat and causing my back to arch off the bed. It hurts more than my neck did as my thighs are tender and soft and so easily bruised, judging by how he goes at it.
“Wait, waitwaitwait…” I pant when he drops my leg and picks up the other, his chest heaving and face burning hot. “Shiloh, wait—” Heat surges between my legs when he licks over the pale flesh of my inner thigh, and I know he isn’t going to wait.
But the sound I make when he bites down is embarrassing, at the very least. Pain mixes with the heat in my core, and I whine, wanting him to bite harder but also needing him not to. Shiloh bites down twice more, until I’m a writhing, arching mess under him, but instead of letting me put my leg down, he leans forward, sinking between my thighs until he can breathe directly on my slit.
It lights me up like a live wire. There’s no other comparison, and my hips jerk off the bed, one hand coming down to fist in his hair. “Shiloh…” I pant. My neck and thighs ache, but that somehow makes it better when he licks a line up my slit, finally curling his tongue over my clit.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Scaredy Cat?” he croons, teasing me with a few more licks along my pussy. “Do you think you know what to do the next time you find yourself in trouble?”
“Get kidnapped?” I laugh breathlessly. “Get tortured, get thrown in a dog kennel so you can?—”
He surges upward, dropping my thigh, and grabbing my hands to shove them onto the bed on either side of my face. His eyes are bright and intense, and he looms over me like a predator about to devour me.
Even without the wolf mask, he’s every inch a hunter intent on devouring what’s his. He shows me his teeth and leans down slowly until he can lick over my bottom lip.
“That’s the exact opposite of what you should do,” he murmurs against my mouth. “But that’s okay, I’ll show you who you belong to, Scaredy Cat. I’ll show you who follows you in the dark, no matter how far into it you might go. I’ll make it so you know”—he moves one hand, urging my leg up over my hip—“you can never, ever be free of me.”
He drags me forward and sinks deep into me until his hips are flush with mine. The stretch of him inside me makes me howl, though I’m wet enough that it’s just on the right side of pleasurable.
“Oh,fuck, Shiloh—” He bites my lower lip, leaning forward to press his chest to mine so that he can drink every small noise I make. Braced on his elbows, he slams into me over and over, until I’m convinced I’m going cross-eyed. Or worse, that Mrs. Elmore can hear us even from her side of the street. With myhands now free, I finally remember that I can use them. I reach up and grip his hair with one, my fingers sinking into his curls to scrape against his scalp. I sob against his lips, both from the intensity of him and the pleasure.
I’ve never been fucked like this. There’s no fear, no play involved. Just Shiloh’s body and his soft murmurs of ownership, ofmineandperfectagainst my lips that I swallow eagerly.
He’s everything I could ever want, all wrapped up in the prettiest of packages and toting around a knife. My other arm goes around as much of his shoulders as I can reach, and I urge him deeper with that and my heel against his thigh.
“C-can I—” I don’t know why I’m asking, but it seems more than a little appropriate. “Shiloh, please, I’m so close.” From his teasing in the shower, to his biting, to his mouth on my pussy, I don’t know how much longer I can last while he’s fucking me like this.
One of his hands finds my throat and he presses, just enough that I feel it. “Beg,” Shiloh purrs in my ear. “Come on Scaredy Cat, beg me to let you come. Beg for me tomake youcome on my cock.”
“Please.” The words are quick and easy, while normally I’d be embarrassed to give in like this, all I want is for the pleasure I know is so close. “Oh, fuck. Oh, please.Pleaselet me come. Please?—”
