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“I know what you need.”

Grasping his cock, I stroke him in tandem with my fingers going in and out of his hole. The sounds coming from the pup push me higher and higher, but I know I have to hold back.

In an effort to stop myself from cumming in my pants, I start kissing along the top of Toby’s back. The way his cries pitch higher and his body tenses tells me he’s very close now.

Three more strokes and his hole clamps down on my fingers with a pressure that has my dick threatening to rip through my jeans. Instinctively, I bite down to prevent myself from making a mess in my boxer briefs.

I forgot that Toby was the one I was biting until his pleasured squeal registers in my ears. Hurriedly, I release him from my mouth and pull off of him, leaving him to collapse boneless against the back of the couch. The look on his face tells me he is anything but unhappy with the result, but I need to wait for the endorphins to fade a bit before I fully make that assumption.

“Ready for your tail, Pup?” I ask when his brain appears to come back online.

Licking his lips, Toby nods emphatically.

I’m so going to end up spoiling these boys.

38

SHILOH

There is something in my ass. There is something in my ass. There is something in my ass.

As much as I try to ignore it, every time I shift on my napping cushion, I feel the plug shift inside of me. It wasn’t so bad when Donnie was there to look at and remember how it felt when he put it in, but Jay is here and Donnie went somewhere.

And these pups in the room are too violent. They’re too pushy. I don’t want to play with them. I don’t want them near me. They aren’t Toby.

A ball rolls near my cushion and a burly pup comes barrelling toward me. Human Shiloh would run, but me as a kitty? I brace myself up on my fingers and toes and hiss at the intrusion to my lassitude. The offensive pup actually has the audacity to growl at me?

Does he not realize I am a cat and therefore superior?

Only one pup is on my level and this bitch is not it.

I hiss at him again, arching my back higher. However,he stalks forward with a growl, hurt is in his eyes. He’s like Michael. He’s more than a sadist. He’s a predator.

I let out a loud yowl followed by a third hiss as I back up against the wall. Fuck me, I let myself get cornered. My eyes dart around the room, but only the other pups are looking. A few look conflicted, but the closest ones look to be ready to jump in to help my attacker.

Where the fuck is Jay? I locate him across the room, tending to an injured pup by the obstacle course.

Of fucking course he is. I can’t even be mad at him for that. Fucking Daddies…

The growl in front of me is closer and the pup starts running for me, realizing that no one is going to stop him and he can explain it away as rough play.

Toby, I’m sorry.

The second before the bastard makes contact, I curl up into as small of a ball as I can make my body. I know this is going to hurt… But I feel no pain. Was he just messing with me?

I open my eyes to see my attacker feet away, clutching his side and howling in pain. Blocking his path to me is none other than the man I’ve needed to see for the last two weeks. Even after everything I put him through, he still defended me.

“Easy, Pup.”

I look toward the door and see Donnie heading toward us both. As soon as he reaches me, he leans down to run his hand from the top of my head down to my tail, giving it a small tug.

“You can relax, Kitty Cat. I’m back now. I had to go wrangle our pup.”

Toby turns back to us at the sound of Donnie’s voice and the look in his eyes makes me feel like absolute shit. He’s askingmefor forgiveness when I was the one who fucked everything up. I don’t deserve him, but fuck if I’m not going to do everything I can to make him the happiest man on the planet… him and Donnie.

Crawling over to him, I rub my body along his side, like I’ve done hundreds of times before. It’s my request to cuddle when I’m in kittyspace, and Toby knows it. His soft yip tells me all is forgiven and he plops himself down on my cushion, wiggling on his back in an effort to get belly rubs from our Donnie.

I wind myself around Donnie’s legs to encourage him to join us before I curl in next to my best friend and hope that this peace of ours lasts.

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