The Mane Event

by Shelly Laurenston

  “I really appreciate you taking care of me like this.”

  “Oh, it’s no bother.” No bother at all when a man had thighs like these. Big. Hard. Perfect. She could “hee haw” her way to orgasm on those thighs.

  Crouching at the end of the bed to finish pulling off his jeans, she tried not to think about the mouthwatering cock a few inches from her mouth. She didn’t do very well, but she did really try.

  “Ronnie?”

  Ronnie closed her eyes. If you look at him, you’re a goner. Whatever you do, don’t look at him.

  “Ronnie. Look at me.”

  Damn, damn, damn!

  Still crouching by the bed, Ronnie slowly lifted her head.

  “Open your eyes.”

  “I don’t think I should.”

  “Okay. Keep ’em closed.”

  Strong hands gently gripped her face, big fingers sliding into her hair, angling her head a little up and to the side.

  “Keep ’em closed,” he whispered, his warm breath against her mouth. “Keep ’em closed and just kiss me, Ronnie Lee.”

  Shaw’s lips brushed hers. Tongue stroking, teeth nipping. Ronnie grabbed hold of his wrists and whimpered. She opened her mouth, and Shaw dived in. His tongue tangling with hers, both of them groaning.

  Then, with his fingers still buried in her hair, he pulled her to her feet. Before she could even blink, he had her on her back across his lion-sized bed.

  Yup. Goner.

  Chapter Eight

  Absolutely. This woman was absolutely worth any stint in hell he may have to do. Her smell. Her taste. That canine “yip” sound she’d make every time he nipped her neck. All of those things were driving the lion buried inside him out of control.

  “Christ, you smell good.”

  Ronnie didn’t answer him, but slid her hands under his sweater and yanked it up. He stopped kissing her long enough for her to pull the sweater over his head and throw it across the room.

  “If you value your clothes,” he said while kissing her throat, “you’ll get them off in the next thirty seconds. I won’t be responsible for what happens after that.”

  She pulled out of their kiss and dragged her body out from under his.

  “My daddy’s,” she explained about the T-shirt before it went sailing across the room. Her lace bra went flying next.

  “No,” he growled low. “The boots stay on.”

  Brendon had never met a female who looked at him with such raw sexual hunger. Exactly like the way Ronnie looked at him now, her hands sliding up the cowboy boot she’d been seconds from taking off, up her leg, until she reached the fly of her shorts. Clasp opened, zipper down, and then she wriggled that gorgeous body out of the scraps of denim.

  “Come here,” he ordered, and watched with narrow eyes as she backed away from him, still on her knees.

  Her lips curved into a smile and her eyes shifted from human to wolf. She reached the top of his bed, shoving his pillows to the floor before leaning back against his headboard, her arms hooked over the top.

  She spread her knees wide so he could see the wetness of her pussy and her trembling thighs. Softly, she said, “If you want this, hoss, you better come over here and get it.”

  No one had ever accused Ronnie of being shy. If she knew what she wanted, she went after it without a second’s thought. Being wolf, this wasn’t exactly surprising.

  This bit of her character put off most human men or attracted the really scummy ones. Wolf males saw a challenge. A chance to dominate. They always thought they had to. And once they made her come they thought they owned her. They were always so shocked when they woke up in the morning and found her long gone.

  She could say in all honesty that although she’d had some wonderful lovers, she’d never met her match.

  Until Brendon Shaw dropped to all fours and crawled across his bed to her. Fangs slowly slid from his gums, and his claws kept catching on his sheets. He didn’t rush over to her, slam her down. He moved like the king of the jungle he believed himself to be. Like he knew he’d get what he wanted eventually. She liked that he hadn’t dived face-first into her muff in the hope of forcing that orgasm out of her so he could get in and get off.

  Nope. Shaw meandered his way across that bed like the world belonged to him. Once he reached her, he nuzzled her thigh and licked the back of her knee. His hands smoothed across her skin, exploring every inch, taking his time. He even rubbed his mane of hair across her breasts and stomach, the feel of it exciting her more than any tongue or finger ever had.

  Eventually he moved lower, his tongue swiping up between her legs, licking the wetness already coating the inside of her thighs. Then he purred, and Ronnie’s eyes crossed. She gripped the headboard and gritted her teeth. “Let him work for it” had always been her motto, but his skills were such, he didn’t have to work very hard.

  Big hands slipped around the back of her legs and lifted her hips up, resting her thighs on his shoulders. Her cowboy boots pressed against his back, and his hands took firm hold of her ass. His tongue swept inside her and Ronnie cried out, her hips rocking against his mouth. Brutally fast, that orgasm crawled up her spine. Her body tightening, her claws gripping the back of his headboard, tearing at the wood.

  Yet the man didn’t seem to be rushing anything. Licking her slow and easy, still purring up against her flesh. Ronnie looked down to see that oh-so-happy smile he sported while giving her head—and she came like a freight train all over that pretty face.

  Shaw rode it out with her, keeping a tight hold on her until her ecstatic cries turned to exhausted whimpering.

  Grinning like he owned the universe, he lowered her legs until they rested against his thighs. Ronnie still had her arms holding the headboard, so Shaw ran his hands over her body. When his big thumbs grazed her nipples, she squeaked.

  “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 go
ing 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

  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 he
r 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.

  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.