“Wait.” The rabbit shifter lifted an equally light eyebrow at her. “I actually need a room, too. I saw the bar was connected to the motel. You wouldn’t happen to know if they have any vacancies, would you?”
She grinned. “You’re looking at the owner.” That had Kettah lifting her own eyebrows. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll get you squared away with a room, too. Just the one night?” Kettah nodded, and the little pixie of a female headed back behind a door. It didn’t take long for the shifter to come back and set a steaming plate of ribs and fries and a big glass of ice water in front of her. “If you need anything else just let me know. Enjoy.” She gave her one more big grin and turned to help other customers. The food smelled so good it made Kettah’s stomach cramp, but then again she hadn’t eaten all day, especially when she’d felt like her stomach was in knots and not about to loosen anytime soon. All she could keep thinking about was that they would surely come looking for her, and the more distance she put between her father and everything that had to do with her family, the better.
Chapter Three
“God, you’re so big.” Maverick looked down at the female currently sucking on his cock. She had pretty small tits, big, teased red hair, and was pretty decent looking. But the most important thing about her was that she was a human. He had come to Sugar Rush about an hour ago, gone into Bunny’s, the bar attached to the small rundown motel, and had gotten a drink. He didn’t have to wait long for the desperate female to approach him, but that was the norm in these rundown country bars where the females came looking for some cock. That was the reason he came to Sugar Rush, because it took no effort to get his rocks off, well, one of the reasons.
She continued to bob her head up and down, took his dick all the way to the back of her throat until she gagged, and he felt the empty pleasure escalate. Taking hold of a chunk of her hair, which had way too much product in it, Maverick lifted his hips and slammed his cock into her mouth, loved the fact the tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged again, and did it over and over until she was groaning against him. He was close, really fucking close to getting off, and all he wanted to do now was come, clean up, and get the fuck back home. He closed his eyes, just focused on the fact a warm and semi tight suction surrounded his shaft, and came seconds later. Maverick didn’t think about who was giving him pleasure, just that it felt good. When he was finished he gently pushed her away and stood. He had rented the room for the whole night, but used it for a grand total of twenty minutes. He had to give the redhead credit. She was a champ and hadn’t stopped giving him head the whole time. Once in the bathroom he turned on the light, peeled the condom off and tossed it in the trash, and braced his hands on the chipped and rusted sink. His reflection showed the same thing he saw whenever he looked at himself: short, dark hair, black bottomless eyes, and the face of a killer. Maverick quickly washed up, and when he stepped back into the room it was to see that the female was already gone. Good. That saved him the hassle of trying to get her the fuck out. Sometimes they were clingers after they fucked or sucked him off. And to say that was a pain in the ass was an understatement. Maverick knew the type of breed he was, the kind of male that used women and didn’t give a fuck. But he also didn’t fuck with the females that didn’t want to be used.
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Kettah knew she was being followed the moment she stepped out of the bar, but it wasn’t the body numbing fear of knowing her father had found her. No, this was that creepy prickling on the back of her neck, the kind that told her some asshole was about to try something on her. But Kettah wasn’t going to be anyone else’s victim. She may only be a Pallas’s cat shifter, and really no match for males of her kind, or any shifter for that matter, but when it came to a human trying some shit on her, she could hold her own. At least she was about to see if she could. She was only about ten feet from the motel, and so she quickened her pace. Some of the streetlights flickered, reminding her of some freaky ass horror movie.
“Hey, pretty little thing.” She straightened her shoulders at the male voice a few feet behind her. The scent that he was human had her Pallas’s cat rising up at the threat, but Kettah didn’t dare slow her pace. The sound of his footsteps picking up speed had a tingle of fear moving through her, but then again she reminded herself that she was a shifter, he was a human and far weaker than she was, and that she had a lot of hatred and anger churning inside of her. She might be on the run and scared, but this asshole had nothing on what she was up against. “Hey, why don’t you and I slip into my room and enjoy each other’s company?” He gripped her arm in a hard grasp and turned her around. “I was watching you on the bus, and couldn’t take my eyes off you. You’re one very pretty girl.”