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Cat Shifter for Public Use

Cat Shifter for Public Use

Copyright 2020 Apple Gold

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in s****l acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

When Alpha Werewolf Liam is gifted an eighteen-year-old Cat Shifter for his enjoyment, he did not anticipate how hard and fast he would fall for her. She is small and weak, fragile in every way and he is filled with an inexplicable need to hold her and keep her safe, shelter her.

Her cat ears and tail should not be so irresistible, but he can't seem to stop petting her, touching her. He is helplessly in love and in lust with her. He wants to own her, mark and ruin her in every way imaginable.

Then, he allows his men a taste of her, fill her up and use her.

His perfect little Kitten loves every second of her surrender.

Warning:

This steamy short story contains s****l scenes with eighteen-year-old woman being seduced by an Alpha Werewolf who’s bigger and stronger than her. It also contains scenes of daddy roleplay, humiliation, knotting, size kink, c**k warming, gangbang, double penetration, s******g, and much, much more.

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His mouth waters at the sight of her slim fingers wrapping around his c**k. She's such a small thing. Her ears fold back and she looks embarrassed, but the ability to hide underneath the table makes her braver and she opens her mouth, brushing the wet head of his c**k along her lower lip before she sinks inside.

He raises his glass and gulps down a full mouthfuls, gesturing for the men around him to carry on with their conversation as he leans back to enjoy the sensation of her warm mouth around his c**k, licking and sucking lightly.

She is very good at giving head. Their Master likes to have her warm his c**k during particularly frustrating meetings, keeping her hidden underneath the desk. It makes him feel less like murdering the morons he is forced to discuss matters with.

She doesn't rush about it, mouthing his c**k and licking around it leisurely, like she's absolutely content just having his c**k in his mouth and would suck it as long as he lets her.

Her fingers are warm and soft. She spends most of her days dozing away, reading, or doing whatever little projects that their Master had thought out for her to keep her busy. She plays a little bit of music too, but her ears are sensitive to noise and she doesn't really like that she isn't able to be perfect from the get go. Practice frustrates her. The piano their Master keeps in the office room is clawed up from her losing her temper with it.

"You already know this, but I speak for everyone here when I say we are all f*****g jealous of you," Oliver says from the end of the table, lifting up his glass in a good natured jab.

"Language," he hums automatically. It feels rather contrary. It's perfectly fine for her to be on her knees sucking his c**k, but they aren't allowed to swear in front of her. She's a delicate little thing, rather spoiled in her own way. They drink to it and move the conversation to something else entirely after that.

He pay attention with only half an ear, too distracted by the warm breath against his c**k. She hums, tilting her head and letting the leaking head of his c**k slide against the slight parting of her lips. It's a tease, warmth breath and hint of teeth against his c**k.

She must be sleepy still, sucking his c**k like it's some sort of pacifier that she uses to soothe herself. He can tell the way she slowly wakes by the intensity of her sucking, going from lazy and distracted to something intentional and purposeful, rubbing her lips up and down his c**k and then swallowing him down to the root with no warning or hesitation.

He groans, free hand flexing in her hair, feeling the soft fur of her ear as his head tips back and his hips roll, gasping to the ceiling.

She whimpers, low in her chest, closes her eyes and sinks down until his cockhead hits the back of her throat, repeating it over and over as he sniffles his snarl, upper lip twitching back, fangs protruding.

"Just like that, baby, just stay right there," he groans, feeling the clench of her throat working around his c**k, his breath loud and harsh as she kneels and lets him warm his c**k in her mouth. He utters a low curse and rolls his hips.

She gags and chokes on his c**k, eyes watering when she mewls and lets out a few unhappy noises. He lets her pull back, until just the head of his c**k is inside her warm lips.

"Poor baby. I'm sorry, Kitten. Didn't mean to choke you like that. Your mouth feels so good," he hums, low, like a secret meant just for her. The other men at the table are green with envy, smelling so heavily of arousal that the whole bar would reek of it if not for the heavier smell of alcohol and cologne.

Her lashes flutter, laxness taking over her shoulders as she grows accustomed to his girth. Her hands pet down his thighs as his c**k twitches on her tongue, leaking precum into her mouth.

"So good, baby," he hums, carding through her hair, petting that sweet spot under her ears that she loves so much. He curls his fingers on her nape and guides her into bobbing her head up and down, building a slow rhythm. She breathes in deep, tightening her fingers on his thighs. "Good girl," he growls. "Make sure you swallow it all," he says, hips lifting, little jerks that warns her that he's close.