Lacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her hands down on the bed beside her head while he stared at her with the eyes of a lion. She could even feel the tips of his claws against the back of her hand. And…yup! Those were fangs.
She grinned at him, flashing her own canines. Daring him to fuck her right.
He snarled and then he moved. Fucking her hard, so hard. Using his weight and the strength of his arms to keep her in place while he pounded into her.
Lord, that felt good! So damn good.
They snarled and snapped at each other, and he made sure to hit her clit on every brutal thrust.
“Yeah,” she said when she felt another orgasm starting to move through her system. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she chanted over and over again until she came so hard she could only scream.
Still pinning her down, Shaw kissed her, their fangs scraping against each other, their tongues licking and stroking. His big cock slammed into her, pushing her toward another orgasm. Demanding it. She couldn’t resist it. Couldn’t stop the way he made her feel. She shook beneath him, the strength of her orgasm wiping her mind clean. She couldn’t even scream anymore, could only gasp and whimper.
When Shaw came, he roared so loud Ronnie wondered if all fifty-three floors heard him.
He dropped on top of her, panting hard, their hands still locked even though both sets of claws and fangs had retreated.
They were quiet for a while, until Ronnie said, “Well that’s definitely the most fun a body can have while naked.”
She smiled when he snorted a laugh into her neck.
Chapter Nine
Brendon felt amazing. Better than amazing. He’d left his blinds open and he could see the dark skyline of his city.
Still dark out and he had no idea why he would be up this early—but he did know that he felt amazing.
Hair brushed the inside of his thigh, and he glanced down his body.
No wonder he felt so damn amazing. No wonder he was up so early.
Ronnie deep throated him again, her hand massaging his balls while she did.
“Christ, Ronnie,” he rasped when she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, then took him deep again.
She sucked hard and released him. “Oh, don’t mind me none.”
Brendon laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nah. Go back to sleep.” She tore open another condom and put it on him. “I just need to borrow part of you for a time, is all.”
He would have laughed if she didn’t feel so goddamn good sinking onto his hard cock.
Her head fell back, and Ronnie let out a long, luxurious moan. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I need.” She started moving. Slow and easy, a smile of pure joy on that gorgeous face.
She looked into his eyes while she rode him. “You don’t mind, do you? If I take dirty, disgusting advantage of your sleeping body?”
“Anytime, sexy. Any goddamn time you want to.”
“You may regret that. I can be real demanding.” She leaned over him, her hands gripping his shoulders. Her rhythm never changed and her pussy clutched him on every rocking thrust.
“So you’re a glutton. Always demanding more?”
“As much as I can get, hoss. I might be too much for you. More than you can handle.”
He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. “No, sexy. You’re just right.” Brendon used his hands to speed up her rhythm. Make her rock into him harder, faster.
Their groans grew louder, more desperate. Their bodies slick with sweat.
“Christ, Ronnie. You’re amazing.”
She laughed. “I bet you say that to all the girls who wake you up with a blow job.”
Brendon slapped her ass, eliciting a yelp as her pussy clenched him hard. “I’m saying that to you.”
“All right, hoss. All right. No need to get cranky.”
He rubbed her where he’d slapped her ass. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
She leaned down, licked his nipples, and Brendon barely stopped himself from coming.
“Liked what?” She very gently gripped one nipple between her teeth, then tickled it with her tongue.
Brendon closed his eyes and briefly thought about the Phillies baseball team season. He’d have to remember to get tickets this year. Maybe he could convince Ronnie to go along with him for a couple of games.
“Liked what?” she asked again, her hands running along his shoulders, her hips and pussy rocking him into oblivion.
“When I slapped your ass. You liked it.”
“Do you really think I’d answer that question?”
He arched into her. “You just did, sexy. You just did.”
Ronnie gave a frustrated whimper.
Brendon opened his eyes to see Ronnie shake her head, a frustrated frown on her face.
“You need help going over, baby?”
She nodded, whimpered again. “I’m so close.”
He pulled one hand away from her hips and placed his thumb against her mouth. “Suck on this like you sucked on my cock.”
Without hesitation, she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked hard, her tongue swirling around a bit before going back to sucking.
I can’t believe I slept through most of that blow job.
Dragging his finger from her mouth, Brendon brought it down the middle of her body until he hovered over her clit. He stared up into her face, wanting to watch Ronnie while he did this. While he gave her this.
He touched her clit with the pad of his thumb and made small circles.
“Oh God, yeah,” she panted. “Oh yeah.”
Brendon increased the pressure a bit and Ronnie exploded, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her shaking and gasping. And smiling. She always smiled when she came. He kept up the pressure and the movement until she caught his hand with her own.
“Stop. Stop.” Ronnie laughed and leaned back, shaking out her shoulder-length hair. “Whew! That was exactly what I needed, darlin’.”
Taking Brendon’s hands and placing them on her breasts, she said, “Now I need to know what you need.”
He grinned, loving that she cared enough to ask. “For you to finish that blow job.”
“Oh baby. That I can so do.”
Ronnie woke up when the morning sun hit her full in the face. She took a moment to enjoy the feel of Shaw’s back pushed up against her own. Took a moment to enjoy the scent of a male surrounding her. Shaw’s scent. But she only gave herself that one moment. Now it was time to go. Like she did nearly every morning she woke up in a man’s bed. And Shaw would be no different. No different from the other men in her life that she wrung pleasure from and then left before they ever woke up. Before they ever had a chance to ask her to stay.
Moving with the stealth she’d been born with, Ronnie slipped out of Shaw’s bed and started toward the door. Quickly, though, she realized she had to pee like a race horse. Taking a detour, she went to Shaw’s adjoining bathroom, pausing for a moment in the doorway. Good Lord, the man had a huge bathroom.
Huge bathroom, huge apartment, huge cock.
She used the toilet, washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth using her finger.
“You’re procrastinating, girl,” she said to herself in the mirror. “Just get your clothes and go.”
Ronnie slipped back into the bedroom, picked up her clothes and boots, and headed to the door. She stopped right in front of it, staring at it.
All she had to do was put her hand on the knob and open the door. She glanced back at Shaw. Still asleep, he wouldn’t know she’d left hours ago. She looked back at the door.
Open the door, Ronnie Lee. Open the door and leave.