"Man," he sighed, "you are easy."

She'd been called that before, but for once she didn't get pissed because she knew he didn't mean it as an insult. "Don't get cocky, cat. We ain't done yet. We've got miles to go before you sleep."

He laughed and kissed her, pulling her body flush against his. "You are so beautiful," he said against her lips while his hands roamed over every inch of her. "I can't wait to get inside you."

"And why exactly are we waiting?"

He shrugged, kissed her shoulders. "Trying to be a gentleman or...whatever."

She snorted. "You know what I do with gentlemen? I chew them up and spit them out and leave the remains for the hyenas." Ronnie wrapped her arms around his neck. "Gentlemen don't make me hot. They don't make me squirm. And they sure as shit never make me come." She dug her hands into his hair, loving the way he never had true control over it. A big healthy mane. "If you were a gentleman, I wouldn't be here with you. I'd be anywhere but here with you."

Shaw leaned back, his hands brushing her hair off her face. "But you are here with me."

"Yeah. I am. Now it's time for you to get to work. Show me how you're king of the jungle and all that."

He laughed and joked, "You sure that's a good idea? Once you've had the king, you'll never go back to the lowly Alpha Male."

He knew how to have fun in bed. Thank God! Nothing Ronnie hated more than a man who had to be serious all the time. In bed or out. But especially in bed. Here you are, naked and groping each other. Seemed like the perfect time to joke, tease, have fun. But some men acted like they were "taking the beach" at Normandy during World War II.

Ronnie slipped her right hand down, gripping Shaw's cock and totally enjoying the way he groaned as she slowly pumped it.

"Talking. Talking. Talking. But I'm still waitin' for the proof, hoss."

Teasingly he rolled his eyes. "If you insist on me having actual intercourse with you to prove my point-and thereby ruining you for other males-I guess I have no choice but to oblige."

He reached over into the side drawer, her going with him since she now rested on his lap and still had his cock in her hand.

Pulling out a long strip of condoms, he held them up and asked, "Think we'll need all of these tonight?"

"If you want me bragging about you in the mornin', then you damn well better."

"Here." Brendon handed her a condom. "Make yourself useful."

She grinned while tearing open the packet, and he tried not to panic at the riot of emotions assaulting him at the moment. Instead he stroked her, caressed her, reveled in the softness and hardness of a female predator's body. He traced scars riddling her shoulders, back, and torso. She didn't hide them, nor did she stop him from touching, exploring. He really liked that about Ronnie Lee. She didn't shy away, it seemed, from anything.

The condom slipped over his aching cock, and she rolled it down to the base. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed.

Letting out a groan, "Evil."

Ronnie chuckled, probably not realizing the hold she had on him went deeper than the hold she had on his cock.

Gripping her ass, Brendon pulled Ronnie firmly into his lap until his cock slipped just inside her. Her arms again wrapped around his neck, her face buried against his throat. Brendon impaled her with one firm thrust, loving the gasp of surprise she let out and the way her fingers tightened in his hair.

He held her like that for a long while, enjoying the way she wrapped around him and how she felt in his arms.

Perfect. That was how she felt. Absolutely perfect.

He held her in his arms like he would a fragile, weak-boned full-human. Like the slightest move could break her. Hurt her. She nipped his neck, reminding him of what they were. Not enough to break skin or accidentally mark him as her own, but enough to startle him back into action.

The next thing she knew Shaw had her flat on her back again. The gentle kitty cat had left the building, replaced by the killer cat. Not that she minded either way. She enjoyed both.

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.

B rendon 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.

"Like 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 for hours. She looked back at the door.

Open the door, Ronnie Lee. Open the door and leave.

But the thought of going back to her boring hotel bed held absolutely no appeal. Usually, she couldn't get out of the room-and away from the male she'd just had sex with-fast enough.

For the first time ever, she didn't feel that overwhelming desire to escape. The realization unsettled her, but she blew it off. Merely the holidays, she told herself. People got lonely around the holidays.

Dropping her clothes into a chair, Ronnie walked back over to the bed. A deep breath, and she slipped back under the covers, resting on her side. It felt nice and right, but she blew that off, too. She was just tired, is all.

Shaw turned over and wrapped his arm around her waist, his face nestled into her hair, his cock snug against her ass. She rested her hand on his arm, smiled, and went back to sleep.

Brendon waited until he knew she was asleep before he let out the breath he'd been holding. True, he would have stopped her before she made it through his front door, but he wanted her to come back on her own. Wanted to see if the pull she felt was as strong as his own.

He didn't feel smug in the knowledge she came back. More like relieved. He'd fallen hard and fast for this female. This woman. He had no intention of letting her go now, but he wasn't stupid enough to believe it would be easy to keep her. Ronnie didn't like anyone having a hold on her. Not a man or her family. Not even her Pack. If she knew Shaw wanted her to stay in his life forever, she would have sprinted out the door like in one of those Bugs Bunny cartoons, leaving a big Ronnie-shaped hole in the wood.