Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Allister, Rose J.

  She stopped and looked up at them both with pleading eyes. They eyed her, then each other, and then her again.

  Without a word, Kyle reached into his snug jeans, sliding one hand and then the other into his pockets in an obvious search for the key. Her heart sank, pulsing in her gut while he patted himself down. After pulling his hands from his back pockets, he sighed. “Well, it seems fate has decided.”

  “What’s that mean?” Dillon asked.

  Kyle was still eyeing her. “It means she’s stuck here. I was in such a hot rush when I sensed you goin’ wild on her that I forgot the damn key in my other pants.”

  Her mouth fell open, and her hands flew up to the collar. Great. Well, at least now he couldn’t throw her out.

  Dillon broke into a wide grin. “Yep, fate decided, all right. And so have I.”

  He was on his knees in front of her in a flash, pulling her into his arms and grinding her lips against his with near fury. “I believe you, Aimee. I know you want me. I could feel it from the first moment you entered this cave. I can’t wait anymore to have you as my own.”

  His fevered lips boldly roamed along her jaw, pressing kisses right to the metal collar and down to her breasts. She arched her back and reached between his legs, rubbing the thick ridge behind the fly of his jeans. He ground his hips against her hand and moaned against the nipple he pulled into his mouth, sending a shudder through her. Her pussy released hot juices she could feel dampening her panties.

  “I want your clothes off,” she whispered. “Now.”

  “You first.” He reached around her to unhook the bra he’d pushed out of the way in his earlier haste, and she moved her hands out of the way so he could undo her slacks and shove them down over her hips. When she was naked at last, his tongue laved her breasts while his hands groped and kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. “Your ass is so perfect,” he growled. “Every inch of you makes my cock ache.”

  Her hands got busy tugging on the zipper of his jeans while he pulled his shirt off. She pressed her nose to his broad chest, inhaling the potent male aroma that drove her wild. He hastily pushed down his jeans to let them fall to the knees he rested on, but he didn’t bother to take them the rest of the way off. He grasped his pulsing cock and slid it between her thighs, flaring the heat and need inside of her. She spread her legs as best she could and arched herself until she felt the delicious, unbearably sensual feel of his cock spearing her wet heat.

  “I’ve thought of little else but doin’ this to you again,” he said, pushing himself deeper and shutting his eyes. “You feel like thick, warm honey coatin’ my dick.”

  She didn’t get a chance to reply because Kyle strode up, already naked and with his cock jutting out temptingly near her lips. She glanced up at him. “Fate decided?”

  “I decided.”

  Dillon arched back out of the way a little, grabbing her ass cheeks to steady himself while Kyle took hold of the back of her head and pressed himself closer. He guided her to his musky, purpled erection, and she licked her lips nervously while remembering the way Dillon had eagerly sucked Kyle’s long cock. She hesitantly flicked out with her tongue to taste the shiny tip. A drip of salty-sweet musk greeted her, and the taste infused her with need, as though the clear fluid held a potent aphrodisiac.

  She opened her mouth and slid the head in just a few inches at first, but then she greedily slurped in as much of Kyle’s shaft as would fit. She felt him stiffen as he moaned, still holding her hair. Instinct replaced uncertainty, and she worked her mouth back and forth to fuck his cock with her mouth in a rhythm that matched each thrust of Dillon’s hips against hers. Her tongue swirled along the length as she sucked, sampling the ridge of every vein, the velvet texture of the shaft, and circling the tight, satiny feel of the mushroom head she was fast coming to favor.

  The sensation of being fucked in two orifices this way was decidedly different than in the shower the previous night, but no less erotic. Her clit practically screamed in excitement, each thrust tightening her need into a coil she knew would unleash with volcanic force.

  Her hand ran up along Kyle’s taut, corded thigh to brush against his ball sac, and the smooth skin reacted by wrinkling and pulling close to his body. Fascinated, she let her fingertips explore the ridges while she sucked his rod with enough fervor to send saliva dribbling down her chin.

  Kyle’s growl deepened, and his grip in her hair tightened. He began pressing his hips forward, meeting her with each stroke to push his cock almost to the back of her throat.

  “Jesus, look how much you’re lovin’ his cock in your mouth,” Dillon said, ramming himself into her until his pubic bone bounced off hers. “You hot bitch, you’ve got my animal risin’ right up under my skin.”

  Hot tingles ran through her at hearing him talk to her that way. It made her feel so sexy. Erotic. Still, she pulled away from Kyle to throw Dillon a mocking look. “Don’t call me a bitch.”

  “Didn’t mean no offense, darlin’. What do you want me to call you, then?”

  She bent close to him, hovering just over his lips. “Just call me yours.”

  He growled and captured her mouth with his while he started to move inside her again. Kyle came around to kneel behind her, and she felt him spread her ass cheeks. His cock was still slick with her saliva while he pressed the tip against her anus, and with a gentler nudge than he’d given her in the shower, his hard shaft began to fill her to the brink of madness.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out. “When you both fill me like this I can barely move.” Her head fell back against his hot shoulder.

  “That’s right,” Kyle said. “Give me your submission. Tip your head to the side to show me that delicious neck.” He thrust his cock deep in her ass, and she cried out in pleasure.

  “Make the mark,” Dillon said, pushing himself in and out. “Now, before she changes her mind.”

  “I won’t,” she breathed, feeling the swirling near ache of orgasm already climbing.

  “I accept that you are Dillon’s true mate,” Kyle growled in her ear. “And mine. I accept you into my pack. Do you take both of us as part of you? Are you sure that you want this?”

  “More than anything.”

  “Then take my mark and be bound to us for life.”

  She bent her head aside to give him access and steeled herself for his bite.

  “Well, lookie what the fuck we’ve got here.”

  Aimee gasped at the intrusive new voice, and her head whipped around to see four—no, five—men filing in through the cave tunnel. The black-haired man in front, who she assumed was the speaker, was the tallest of the group and also the most imposing. Tall but decidedly not skinny, every inch of the man’s body was solid, and the tight, gray sweater and jeans he wore did little to hide it. While the men grouped around him came in different sizes and hair colors, they all had two things in common—an intimidating amount of muscle and familiar gold flecks in their eyes that glittered with varying intensity.

  “Solomon James,” Dillon muttered. “Shit.”

  “Got that right, boy,” the leader said, spitting on the ground. The narrow, brown-gold eyes glaring out from his square face turned first on Kyle, then on Aimee, who Dillon was doing his best to shield with his body. She willed herself to shrink into the dirt and disappear as Solomon’s eyes slid along her curves as if she weren’t tightly sandwiched between two men. Then he spotted the collar and chain around her neck. “I hadn’t figured out exactly what the hell you’ve been up to lately,” he said to Kyle, “but this is the God damn last thing I expected.” He lacked a cowboy’s drawl, instead snapping off each word like a drill sergeant. Combined with his closely shaved haircut, the man carried a distinct military air.

  “Buddying up to one of Blaise’s bastards and banging a human slave,” he went on, shaking his head. “You trying to channel that ruthless cocksucker’s cold, rotting corpse?”

  “It’s not like that,” Aimee said. “I’m not a slave.”

  “Aime
e,” Dillon growled in warning.

  “You two outcasts shut the hell up,” the man shot back. “This doesn’t concern you. Yet.” His gaze, which was firing hotter by the moment, flicked back to Kyle. “Get the fuck out of that disgusting tangle and show me your submission. Now.”

  Kyle’s hot flesh, pressed to her back, gave way instantly to sleek, satiny fur, and his black wolf approached the man with his head lowered and tail held between his legs. After lowering himself to the ground, he flipped over on his back, exposing his paler underbelly. Aimee swallowed. It didn’t take much deduction to figure that Solomon was Kyle’s alpha. His pack had found them out.

  “Now get up on your knees as a man,” he snapped at the wolf.

  Kyle complied and sat on his heels, facing away from her. Dillon, whose cock had gone flaccid and slipped out of her, was slowly trying to make a grab for Aimee’s clothes.

  “Don’t you make a move,” the alpha boomed out, pointing at Dillon. “Jack. Adam.”

  Without another word, the two men on the farthest ends of the group shrugged out of jackets and shirts and dropped to the ground as gray wolves. Two others followed suit, and within seconds clothing lay in piles while the pack stood at four-legged attention, with wild, gold eyes and lethal-looking fangs focused on Dillon. He tensed and pushed Aimee more fully behind him, but their stares flicked her way more and more often. She crossed one arm over her chest and the other over her pubic hair, but it did little to keep the leering hunger from their feral eyes.

  “Care to tell me just why the hell you not only defied my orders regarding Blaise’s omega a-holes,” Solomon was saying, “but spun it around on its ass and perverted it to epic proportions?”

  “The bond,” Kyle said. “I was settin’ up to make my move on him when I felt it.”

  “You made a move, all right. Moved right onto hell’s path. I can’t believe that you, of all my wolves, would drag yourself down to the lowest of the low. Fuckin’ a lone wolf and his slave bitch.”

  “She ain’t a slave,” Kyle said. “She’s his bond mate.”

  “Bullshit.” Solomon strutted over to Aimee, along with two of his wolves. She scrambled away from behind Dillon and tried to press herself to the wall. Dillon slid back as well to shield her, but the wolves bared fangs and growled in his face. The pack alpha leaned down over Aimee, his dark eyes squinting as she tried to cover herself. He grabbed hold of her blazer and gave a firm tug to bare her shoulders “You’re lying, boy. She has no breeder mark on her.”

  Her mouth fell open as she scrambled to shrug the blazer back on. “A what mark?”

  He ignored the comment and sniffed at her. His mouth contorted into a vile approximation of a grin. “She smells like the devil’s dessert, though. I’ll give you that. Makes my dick twitch.”

  “We were about to finish the claim,” Kyle said.

  Solomon’s eyes narrowed. “‘We’ were? And just how the hell do you figure in to the claiming?”

  Kyle raised his chin. “I aim to make the pack mark on her. Dillon has acknowledged me as his alpha.”

  The laugh that Solomon bellowed contained zero humor but a good deal of incredulity. “Alpha? You’re in a pack that already has an alpha. I think the two of you are a bit confused on the subject of how the whole alpha thing works.”

  “No, sir,” Kyle said. “I just believed it to be the only choice at the time.”

  Her chest thumped in frustration, and she couldn’t help but ask Dillon, “Which is it, a pack mark, or a breeder mark?”

  “Not now,” Dillon said to her under his breath.

  “And when were you planning on telling me you want to breed me?” she whispered.

  “It ain’t what it sounds like,” he whispered back over his shoulder. “It’s just the old term for a mate.”

  “You cannot be in two packs at the same time,” Solomon was saying to Kyle, enunciating every word as though he was speaking to a child. “It’s impossible.”

  “Apparently, it ain’t,” Dillon interjected. “His alpha bond took on me immediately. But his bond to you still holds true.”

  Solomon’s fists flexed. “When I want your input, it’ll be for only one reason—to decide whether you want to die on all fours or as the pitiful excuse for a man that you are.” He turned and walked back over to Kyle.

  The wolves followed him, and while their backs were turned, Dillon used the opportunity to snatch up Aimee’s blazer. She tugged it on while he sat on the ground beside her, wishing it was had buttons down the front and was long enough to cover her genitals. “And just what the fuck is your goal?” Solomon went on. “Did you figure you’d play alpha with this reject loser until you grew big enough cojones to take me on?”

  Kyle shook his head. “I have no desire to challenge you for pack rights.”

  “Well, what a relief to hear you aren’t one hundred percent moron. Then what is this about? Why did you take up with this disowned cowboy?”

  He sighed and exchanged a glance with Dillon. “I was preparin’ to carry out your orders to kill Blaise’s old pack members on sight. But the minute I looked Dillon in the eye, I sensed the bond. I knew I couldn’t bring him into the pack because you would never accept him.” He glanced at the ground. “And I knew he was too wild to trust as an alpha.”

  Aimee felt Dillon shift uncomfortably beside her.

  “Got one thing right, anyway,” Solomon said. “Go on.”

  Kyle looked up at him. “So, rather than renounce my pack and come in under his leadership, I offered to help him learn to control his nature, and he accepted me as his alpha.”

  Solomon sneered at them. “And the two of you lived happily ever after. Oh, wait, that’s not it. You turned thousands of years of tradition inside out, lied to your alpha, and snuck around behind your pack’s behinds in hopes that you’d get away with it. Not smart, Kyle. Not smart at all.”

  A thick cloud of added tension descended when talk ceased, and Aimee’s heart began pounding against her sternum as she watched the man stare down at Kyle. At least while the man was jawing on about alpha rights and such, nobody was getting hurt. With silence, however, came the sharp edge of threat that Solomon or his pack of fanged dogs would strike at any moment. She felt Dillon tense beside her and knew he was thinking the same thing. Kyle, for his part, met the other man’s eyes in the same calm, poised regard he wore like a mantle.

  After what seemed an unbearable span of quiet in which nothing echoed through the cave except the sound of Aimee’s pulse in her ears, Solomon whooshed out a sigh. “Normally, when a wolf tries to jump packs and the alpha disputes the claim, he would challenge the new alpha to either retake his wolf or to a winner-takes-all pack rights fight. But now you present me with the little problem of you being the alpha. If I kill you and win the challenge, I still lose you. But if you think I’m going to stand by while one of my wolves runs off to tie on an apron and set up housekeeping up with one of Blaise’s protégés, you’ve got another fucking thing coming.”

  Kyle rose, brushing off his knees, standing naked and silent while facing his alpha. Aimee watched the men’s profiles shift into grim resolve as they stood a few feet away.

  The other man growled in obvious disapproval. “Yeah, I see just how well that bond to me has held. I don’t recall giving you permission to get up.”

  “I’m not risin’ as your beta.” Kyle set his hands on his bare hips. “I’m standin’ in defense of the pack you are threatenin’.”

  Solomon’s dark brows rose to comical heights. “Well, now, look who’s talking like someone looking to take the old man on, after all.”

  “I ain’t lookin’ for that. I never wanted to renounce you or leave my pack. But I don’t see as how you’re leavin’ me much choice.”

  “Choice is the one weapon a man always has.” Solomon’s measuring stare slid along Kyle’s tense, firm body. “Even if he’s broke, starved, and naked as the day his mama squirted him out.”

  “Then you can make that same c
hoice.” Kyle glanced at Dillon and Aimee, and she felt the small current run through her when his eyes found hers. “Let this go. Don’t turn this into somethin’ it doesn’t have to be.”

  “Well, that’s just the thing, boy. This does have to be something because I don’t think you’re playing this hand with a full deck.” He turned and gestured to Dillon. “You know the shit he comes from. Disowned by his own alpha. You saw firsthand how they treated your pack. How can you turn around and wet your dick with one of Blaise’s vicious dogs after what they did?”

  “It was never my choice to be part of Blaise’s pack,” Dillon snapped off with a bitter tone. “And I never agreed with what he did.”

  “But you still obeyed, didn’t you, you son of a bitch?” Solomon said. “You went out and did unto others at Blaise’s command. You did unto mine.”

  “There are ways of showin’ submission without strictly obeyin’,” Dillon said.

  Solomon laughed. “A strategy I see you’ve rubbed off on Kyle.” His gaze flicked to Kyle. “I suppose you figure you can control one of Blaise’s betas when he’ll flat out make a claim like that right in front of his alpha?”

  “This was never about control,” Kyle said. “It was about honorin’ the bond I knew was inevitable between us and helpin’ Dillon find his way back from his experiences in Blaise’s pack.”

  “I just don’t understand how you can look at the man who killed your pack mates and want to bond with him.”

  Aimee’s eyes widened. Dillon had told her his past had made him despondent enough to choose death. But she hadn’t ever thought of him as a killer.