“I can handle anything,” she assured him.
“I’m sure you can but seeing at how Gerri told me you don’t trust shifters, things you would see may freak you out a bit.” Ronan held her chair out for her to sit. “I’d much like a second date so I’d rather not have you freak out on me.”
Ah yes, the f word. She’s been called a sex freak quite a few times. Please, let Ronan be able to handle this. Braelynn sent up a silent prayer. She needed to be open with him. If he knew from the get go then he’d know what to expect. A waitress came by, and Ronan ordered them a bottle of wine.
“How much did Ms. Wilder tell you about me?” she questioned to see if he already knew.
“Just a couple of likes and dislikes is all,” Ronan answered. “I’d like to know more than she was willing to share. Like why you distrust shifters?”
“That goes along with what I was going to tell you anyway.” Braelynn waited to say anything else until the waiter brought them their wine and poured a small amount in a wine glass for Ronan to taste. Once he nodded to the waiter, he finished pouring the wine in both wine glasses before retreating.
“Go on,” Ronan encouraged.
“The first time I met a shifter was a little over three years ago. He was a wolf shifter, and a rude one at that. He asked me out every time I saw him. I always said no, but the more time passed the more persistent he became. One night I was out with Annette, and he cornered me when I went to the restroom.”
“What’d you do?”
“I kneed him in the balls.” She could see the pained look on his face as if he took the blow to his own balls.
“That should have changed his mind quick.”
“You’d think,” Braelynn agreed, but shook her head. “It only pissed him off more. We thought he left the club. I think I stayed with Annette maybe another hour. Little did we know that while we were inside having fun, he was outside rigging my brakes to fail. I was in a severe wreck on the way home. Really, I’m lucky to be alive.”
“What about the shifter? Was he charged?”
“No. Police didn’t have enough evidence, but I know it was him. He left a rose on my windshield. Police claim that anyone could have put it there since there was a woman walking around inside the club selling long stem red roses. Even though the police couldn’t do anything, the alpha of the pack exiled him. If he does come back, he may be walking into a death sentence.”
“Good, he needs to be held accountable.” Ronan took a sip of wine. “Looks like you healed nicely.”
“Only on the outside. There’s still lasting damage from the wreck.” Unlike most, Ronan didn’t ask what those effects were, which made her more inclined to be open about it. She needed to be upfront with him. She took a deep breath before continuing. “There was some brain damage. They were able to fix me up pretty good.”
“I hear a ‘but’ coming.”
“But the effects of the damage may be permanent. I get… sexual urges that I can’t control.” She blushed. “Urges that are painful to ignore.”
“Are you having those urges now?” Reaching his hand across the table he stroked the top of her hand.
“Always,” she answered honestly as her pulse quickened from his mere touch. “I’ve managed to control it.”
“You don’t have to control it with me. I’ll be happy to settle those urges for you.”
“I bet you would.” Most men would be. She’d be trying him out later.
“You’ll see.” He smiled as the waiter came back to take their order.
Braelynn ordered her usual new restaurant meal of a steak and baked potato with a small salad. Listening to Ronan’s order, she learned a little bit about him.
“You’re a vegetarian,” she stated as the waiter walked away.
“I am.” He nodded.
“I thought all shifters were the eat-everything-in-sight kind of people.”
“Just because I don’t eat meat, doesn’t mean that I don’t eat a lot. You should see me eat a vegetarian pizza.”
“Not pretty?”
“Not at all. It’s gone in minutes.”
“You know, I just realized, I don’t know what kind of shifter you are.”
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not.” She shrugged.
“Take a guess.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have a clue,” she admitted. “I’ve only met a wolf shifter and you already know how that turned out.”
“You won’t meet many like me,” he assured her.
“A giraffe?” she asked with a smile.
“What? No.” He acted like he was offended, but he clearly wasn’t.
“Then tell me.” She pretended to pout.
“I’m a Pegasus,” he stated simply.
“Like a horse with wings?
“It’s a little more glamorous than just a horse with wings. I’ll let you in on some of those things as time goes by.” He smiled and finished off his glass of wine. “More?” He picked up the wine bottle and topped off both their glasses.
Braelynn had known about shifters for years. She knew there were different species, but never did she think that something as mythical as a Pegasus would be real. Sure werewolves, werebears, and varieties of werecats but never a Pegasus. Wait until Annette heard this. Ronan reached across the table, placing his pointer finger under her chin and closed her mouth.
“I’ve never even heard of a Pegasus shifter.” She was still in awe. “Are your people endangered?”
“No.” Ronan laughed. “Though there aren’t many around here.”
For the next hour they enjoyed each other’s company. The meal was excellent but what surprised Braelynn more was that Ronan was easy to talk to. About the time they were finishing their meal she began to get those damn urges again. Hopefully she’ll be able to hold out a little longer. She didn’t want him to think she was easy, although truth be told, since the wreck, she was. She could still fight it though. All she wanted was a normal date. One evening where she could go out and have fun without worrying about when she’d get her next dick-fix.
“Everything okay?” Ronan asked.
“Yes, I’m stuffed. That potato was filling.” She hoped he wouldn’t catch her lie, but his smile said different.
“I told you I could settle those urges,” he offered.
“In due time.” She smiled back at him. “So, what had you calling PDA?” Braelynn quickly changed the subject.
“Greyson,” Ronan shrugged. “My birthday is coming up, and I have a big charity event to attend.”
“Greyson thought you needed PDA for a date?” Braelynn had a hard time believing Ronan couldn’t find his own date. He looked yummy. His sky-blue eyes could pull anyone in.
“It’s something different. I see the same women all the time, and I’m not interested in them. Thought if I tried PDA, I’d find something I like.”
“And did you?”
“Yeah, I found something I like alright.” He smiled. “You ready to go downstairs for a drink? Maybe a little dancing?” Ronan asked placing his napkin on the table.
“Sure, don’t you need to settle the bill first?”
“No, it’s charged to my membership card,” he informed her as he got up and held out his hand for her.
She took his hand and he lead her back out, and down the hall to the elevator. Swiping his membership card, he then pressed the floor button. Braelynn smiled to herself, she couldn’t wait to tell Tony she’d been upstairs. He’d be shocked, considering he told her upstairs wasn’t a place she wanted to be.
“Where are we going now?”
“Dancing,” he said.
When the elevator door opened, they stepped out into a small hallway like the one at Heads N’ Tails. At the end of the hall was a set of large doors. When Ronan pulled open one of the doors, sounds from inside came barreling out. The walls must be sound-proofed because she didn’t hear anything until Ronan opened the door. Walking in, she took in the view. Unlike the Heads N’
Tails that she frequented downstairs, this one was populated with at least ten times more people. The sight alone had her blood flowing. Ronan squeezed her hand as they walked further into the club. The place was hopping.
“You want to have a seat or go to the bar? Your choice,” he offered.
“Bar,” she answered quickly. “I want to see the room before we have a seat.”
Ronan led her through the club. Letting go of her hand, he pulled her closer to him, moving his hand around her waist. The warmth of his arm touched her exposed back. Goosebumps raced up her back. With a little shiver she was able to shake them.
“Cold?”
“How could anyone be cold in here?” She looked around at everyone. Her heart pumped when she looked toward the far wall to see a woman surrounded by men. They were all doting on her. Hands on her legs, and arms wrapped around her. It was hard to tell which arm went to who.
“You may want to try me out before you start planning on adding more. I’ve been told I’m a lot to handle,” Ronan suggested.
“I wasn’t planning anything.” She laughed as they stepped up to the bar.
“I call bullshit on that,” a familiar voice came from behind the bar.
“Bryan?” Braelynn leaned over the bar and gave Bryan a hug. “So, this is where you work upstairs? You should have told me.”
“Come now, you know I couldn’t do that. It’s against the rules.” Bryan grinned, then looked Ronan up and down. “Who better to show you around than Ronan Styles though? Good choice.” Bryan winked at Ronan.
Braelynn smiled at Ronan when Bryan turned around and grabbed a few bottles off the shelf. He didn’t ask what they wanted to drink. By the sounds of it Ronan has been here as much as she’d been downstairs. Bryan slid Ronan a scotch, then began pouring liquors into a shaker.
“What’s it going to be tonight?” she asked Bryan. He and Tony were always trying out fruity drinks on her. Tonight, looked to be no different.
“We came up with this one after you left last time.” Bryan dropped strawberries and cherries into a glass. “It’s called Sweet B.” After a couple of shakes he poured the mixture on top of the fruit.
“I get my very own drink?” she asked when he handed her the tall glass.
“Sure do. I think you’ll find it satisfying. Shall I hold onto your stuff?” With a smile and a nod to Ronan, Bryan put her clutch behind the bar. A customer came up at the other end of the bar calling for Bryan’s attention. Pulling her drink to her, she took a sip of the fruity concoction. She took three long pulls before releasing the straw from her lips.
“How is it?” Ronan asked.
“Amazing.” Braelynn took a quick sip. “Easily the best drink I’ve ever had. Pretty sure I could get in trouble with this drink.” Smiling she took another sip.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you get in too much trouble.” He winked. “Thought you didn’t trust shifters?”
“Huh?”
“For someone who doesn’t trust shifters, you’re pretty cozy with dragon boy.”
“I didn’t know.” She never would have thought that Bryan was a dragon shifter. “And Tony?”
“Dragon, too.”
“Wow, I had no Idea.” She looked over at Bryan.
With a thumb up to Bryan on her drink, she turned facing the club. The dance floor was packed. A red head dancing with two men caught her eyes. Her head lolled back on one man’s shoulder as the other kissed down her neck. Not stopping he went down to her breast. Exposing them he took one in his mouth. Braelynn looked away quickly as her own need began to build.
“Is this not what you were expecting?” Ronan asked taking her hand he led her through the crowd to one of the cozier sections.
“It’s nicer than downstairs that’s for sure,” she admitted. “Although you can still see the same amount of flesh, it’s a little bolder here.”
“Is that blood?” Braelynn nodded to the glass a woman had just drank from. The liquid inside was dark red and seemed thicker than a normal drink as it coated the glass.
“It is. You won’t see them feeding out in the open. Not on this floor at least.”
“Feed? As in from people?” Braelynn didn’t realize that sort of thing was legal.
“Yes, donors volunteer. They get their own thrill from it.”
“From a vampire sucking on their necks?” Braelynn asked in disbelief.
“Some say it’s better than sex itself.”
“I doubt that,” Braelynn commented.
“I’m right there with you on that one,” Ronan agreed.
As they went to the right of the dance floor, Ronan led her to a secluded couch area. Each small section was separated by veils of sheer fabric. It gave each seating area a separate feel than the rest of the club. You could leave the front veils open, leaving a perfect view of the dance floor or you could close them to give more privacy. Sitting on the couch gave her the perfect view of the red head with her two suitors. Ronan’s grin told her that was his intent when he chose this couch area. Pressing her legs tightly together she turned her attention to Ronan instead of the woman dancing half naked.
“I knew you’d like this place.”
“What’s not to like?”
“There’s plenty more to see,” he assured her. Smiling she took a long draw of her drink.
Sitting back on the couch, she enjoyed conversation with Ronan. He wasn’t intrusive which surprised her. Mason had been all up in her cornflakes. Everyone was different, and she couldn’t hold him responsible for what Mason did or how he acted. She needed to remember that if she wanted whatever this could be, to work. Besides, if Bryan and Tony were shifters, they couldn’t all be bad.
“You okay?”
“Huh?” Braelynn snapped from her thoughts to realize that she’d been rubbing his leg with her left hand. Her glass still clutched in her right. Her hand stilled. Before she could move her hand, his slid over hers.
“I didn’t say you had to stop,” he insisted. “Please, by all means, continue.”
Laughing, she relaxed a bit. As he got comfortable beside her, she continued to rub his upper thigh while watching people dance. She told Ronan about her work. Graphic design gave her an excuse to work from home. If she wasn’t around a lot of people, then she couldn’t embarrass herself with her urges.
“I don’t see why you hide yourself. You’ve been with me for a couple of hours and so far, only a little petting.” He smiled that gorgeous smile, flashing those perfectly straight white teeth.
“That’s because I got off a couple of times before I came out.” Braelynn smirked. “Besides just because I haven’t, doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s step out on the floor.” Taking her hand, he led her to the dance floor as the music’s tempo slowed.
Weaving through the crowd, Braelynn glanced around at people. There shouldn’t be this many eyes on her. Could they tell she wasn’t like them? Ronan gave her hand a squeeze. Spinning her around he brought her in close. With her breast pressed against him, her nipples tightened. Arching her back, she kept her pelvis away from him as that would surely do her in. She ran her hand along his shoulders and down his arms as they swayed to the music. He wasn’t bodybuilder buff, but his muscles were firm. She refrained from rubbing his chest as that may have been a little too forward. Although, she was sure he wouldn’t mind. Her breath hitched when his hand pressed against her lower back. Before she could react, he dipped her. Slowly bringing her back up, his eyes watched her breasts. As he smiled, she thought of his lips on her breast. The familiar throb between her legs began in an instant. Pushing the thought out of her mind, she focused on the beat of the song.
It didn’t help that song’s tempo could make anyone want to get up close and personal. It was definitely a song to play in the bedroom. As the song changed, Braelynn put some inches between them. Thankful for all the dance movies that came out over the years, she was able to keep up with him while they danced to a
few songs. The faster the tempo, the easier it was to keep her urges in check. As one song ended a slower one started. For a moment, she contemplated going back over to the couch and sitting this one out. Then she caught sight of the redhead and her two suitors. Facing away from Ronan, she watched the three dance as Ronan pulled her closer to him. His hand wrapped around her stomach and he kissed her neck as she watched the other couple. Relaxing against him, she swayed with him. Pressing her body against his, she felt a bulge against her backside. Sliding her body down with a wiggle she wanted to feel him. Her eyes widened. She’d have to keep sliding to find the end. No way that was his cock. She kept her amusement to herself. Feeling a little awkward after riding his leg, she turned to face him. His smirk said it all. Laying her forehead against his chest, her cheeks reddened. At least she wasn’t humping his leg, yet. When she looked up, Ronan captured her lips with his. Kissing him back, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body tingled as she pulled herself even closer. She felt the massive bulge again. Excitement filled her at the thought of that actually being his cock. She silently prayed it wasn’t a sock.
“Let’s grab a drink. I have something else to show you.” He gave her ass a light smack as she turned back towards the bar.
“Another floor?” Braelynn asked, stepping up to the bar.
“Mm hmm.” He nodded.
She grabbed her purse from behind the bar as Bryan fixed her another drink. Ronan handed Bryan his membership card and whispered in his ear. Braelynn gave him a questioning look, but he only smiled back at her.
“You’re not getting another one?” she asked.
“No, there will be more waiting for us. There just won’t be another one of your fruity drinks. I thought you might want one to take with you.”
“Where are we going?” Looking up at him, she took a long draw from her straw.
“Upstairs,” he said as he led her back to the elevators.
She didn’t want to go to another club. What she wanted was a bed to throw his ass on, not another dance floor to be teased. Hoping her pout wasn’t noticeable, she took another sip of her fruity concoction.
“You’ll like it,” Ronan insisted as he slid his card in the slot on the elevator.
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