Page 38 of Chaos & Carnage

“Fuck,” he breathed, pushing his forehead against mine.

I expected him to step away from me then, to go back to the dog he’d come to visit or to the kittens he’d cuddled and fed. Cade inhaled. A long, lung-filling breath, uncertainty in his eyes, but, whatever question he was pondering, he answered it.

Fingers gripped at my hips, not sure whether they wanted to hold me tight or push the part cotton, part polyester, green delights down my legs. After a couple of seconds, Cade’s gaze moved to my face, over my shoulder and then down to my body. He settled on the latter, hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding his hand into my knickers in one smooth transition. I gasped, staggering backwards, crashing into the wall of cages behind me.

“Cade,” I half whispered, half choked the words out of my mouth. “What…”

But he answered with his mouth. And his tongue, forcing it past my lips, stealing my breath and any objections I had with it. Icy fingers laced under my top, gliding over my stomach, stroking over the sensitive side between my hips and my ribs, cupping over my bra, while fingers dipped inside me, wetness leaking around them, gliding in and out.

I think I groaned. I may have closed my eyes. My head felt unstable on the end of my neck, like it might just roll right off. Cade’s tongue never stopped, his lips tasting and pulling, our tongues dancing, an X-rated waltz, him leading and me following. Inside me, he massaged and twisted, pulsing in and out, his thumb drifting over my clit but not quite touching. Just a hint, a gentle threat. My stomach swirled to the beat of his tongue and the march of his fingers, my heart drumming in my ears, blocking out all other noise. The room of cages was normally filled with the low snuffles of ailing animals and the bleep of machines, the lap of water, and the faint scratch of claws. Now it was nothing, soundless, airless, like a vacuum. Just me and Cade, with his fingers and tongue inside me.

My eyes flew open, my tongue stilling, realisation and common sense breaking out from the prison Cade had put me in, breaking through the hypnosis of his touch, and the smell of aftershave and leather.

Shit.

I pulled my head away. “Cade.”

My voice was barely audible in the heavy atmosphere. And now suddenly all eyes were on me. Tiny beady eyes watching me be violated by Cade against their cages.

Cade nuzzled his nose against mine, his fingers still inside me, still working against me, my body still quietly pleading for more of him, and my heart raging in my chest at the interruption.

“What’s wrong, Al?” his voice had morphed into that low purr, the tendrils of the vibrations adding to the pulsing in my pussy.

“Not here.”

“Here?”

“Yes,” I breathed, the fingers inside me crooking at the top, hitting a spot that was threatening to render me helpless. “Not in front of the patients.”

“They won’t dob us in, don’t worry.” He chuckled lightly, a deeper rumble of vibrations, and I could feel the rawness of them from where he filled me with his fingers.

“I can’t. Not here. Not in front of them.”

Cade sighed, carefully stopping and sliding his fingers out of me. I was sure he was disappointed, that I’d upset him, that he would pull a face. Instead, he wrapped his arm round my waist, pulling me into his body and pushing his lips towards my ear.

“Ok, Al. But be a good girl and go get your coat. Or I’ll have no choice but to fuck you here for all your patients to see.”

My pussy pulsed; my stomach swelled, and my throat suddenly felt like I hadn’t had a drink for a week. I nodded silently, catching the darkening green in Cade’s eyes, the same darkness I had seen the other night, green crossing to hazel. And my pussy pulsed again. If I didn’t get us out of here soon, then I might even let him do it.

“I need to get the kittens into their carrier,” I told the man standing in front of me as I straightened my clothes and pulled the cups of my bra back into position.

“Get your coat, babe. I’ll sort the kittens.”

“The carrier is just on the floor over there.” I nodded to the corner and then hurried away to grab my big, padded jacket that was hung up in the staff room.

The kittens were packed by the time I’d returned, Cade waiting patiently in the corridor.

“Ready?” he asked, holding out the black pet carrier towards me.

Outside, the paths were coated with a layer of frost already, the sky above one expanse of stars and space. I shivered, the icy chill of a cloudless night contrasting against the warmth of the surgery and the thin layer of cotton trousers giving little insulation.

“I brought a spare.” Cade held out the black helmet towards me. “I’ll drive you down.”

Holding the bag of kittens up, I shook my head. “Where am I supposed to put these?”

“Between us. Just don’t squish them.”

“Thanks. I’ll just walk. It’s too icy to get on that thing.”