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 wasup 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.”