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

by Allister, Rose J.

  “He knows who he is,” she said, breathless. “He remembers.”

  He moved closer, raising his head to her face. He sniffed at her ear, his cold nose sending a slight chill through her as he nuzzled down from her ear to her neck, pushing open her blazer with his snout. His front paws were nearly in her lap now, and his nuzzling became more intense. He rubbed his silken neck and chest fur along her body.

  Dillon and Kyle snapped and shot forward, snarling and barking at David. He backed away from Aimee but held his ground, barking and baring fangs at the wolves on either side of her. She shrank back and pulled the garment tight over her breasts.

  Then a roaring bark silenced all three wolves, especially David. He retreated immediately and stood with tail between his legs. Solomon strutted up, his head and tail held high and proud, and his teeth bared in a murderous wolf smile. He took hold of David’s muzzle with his fangs and pushed him down until his body lowered to the ground.

  Aimee sucked in a breath. “Please don’t hurt him,” she whispered.

  Solomon held David in this pose for a moment, growling all the while. When he let go, he barked a command, and David stayed in place. Solomon’s other wolves gathered around with short barks of excitement while Solomon moved around behind David and snarled another command. David lifted his tail and stood. Solomon promptly planted his front legs on David’s furry shoulders, effectively mounting him.

  Aimee clapped a hand to her mouth. “God, what is he doing?”

  “Solomon will assert his dominance now,” Kyle said, and her head shot around to see that he had shifted back and was squatting on his heels beside her. “And make the pack mark that will officially make David his.”

  “Not the same way you were going to do it to me?” she asked, staring as Solomon’s fur-covered prick emerged red and wet from its sheath as he straddled David.

  “Very much so.”

  “But Solomon and David are both male,” she said, eyes wide. Kyle raised a brow at her, and she quickly added, “Not that I have a problem with that. It’s damn erotic when you and Dillon, you know. But David’s not gay.”

  “It’s not about human preference.” Dillon was speaking now, and he smiled at her when she turned to see him back to his normal self, too. “It’s just a natural part of werewolf pack life.”

  “Sex between pack members is part of our dominance structure,” Kyle added. “It also helps us tame down our urges We usually have to wait a fair span of time before findin’ our true mates. Sex helps us fight blood lust and the need to shift on a full moon.”

  Her eyes wandered back to the two wolves, and her face heated with embarrassment at the sight of the animal on David’s back thrusting that cock beneath the other wolf’s tail. David didn’t seem upset by it, though. On the contrary, he was grunting and growling in obvious pleasure, and she could see that his dick was unsheathed and pointing out from beneath him.

  “Don’t worry about David,” Kyle said. “He’ll be fine now. We got a much bigger problem about to rear up and kick us in the head.”

  She stared at the writhing creatures and noticed that the other wolves were doing more than watching the show—they were fully aroused and moving in on the action. The dark wolf she knew was Jack walked up to David and nuzzled his neck, licking his ears and muzzle. “What bigger problem?” she asked.

  “They’re caught up in a pack thing right now,” Kyle said, dropping his voice low. “They have to officially induct him into the group. Sexual tension is burnin’ through every wolf here. I feel it strong.” He turned to her and took her by the chin. “It’s about to get a lot fuckin’ hotter between them, and the second they finish markin’ David, he won’t be the only one tryin’ to bring the party to the sole unclaimed female in this cave. The entire pack will make a challenge for you.”

  Her eyes shot open. “For me?”

  He nodded. “You have to let me finish the claim, Aimee. Right now.”

  Her eyes shifted to the wolves who were grouping together in very provocative poses. “But they’re all in here, watching.”

  Dillon shook his head. “No one’s watchin’. They’re too focused on their own ritual right now. But it ain’t gonna last. And I’m not sure Kyle and I can fight them all off when they decide to challenge us for you.”

  Her pulse shot into overdrive as she tried to picture what would happen if a pack of sex-crazed wolves were to come after her. She was chained up, and it would be six wolves against two. Still, how could she let her cowboys have sex with her in a cave full of wild animals? No, a cave full of wild men? Especially since David was one of them. It was just too bizarre.

  She shook her head. “I can’t do this. It wouldn’t be right, giving myself over after what just happened to David because of me.”

  Dillon moved into her line of sight, barring her vision of the other wolves. Her eyes met his, and they were churning with hot, golden need. Her stomach began to churn as well.

  “You can do this,” he said to her in a smoldering tone that curled her toes. “You know you were meant to be mine, and you know why it has to be now.” He reached out and let his fingers lightly graze her throat, and the shiver that coursed through her stiffened her nipples until they tingled with desire. “Forget the rest, Aimee. Block out everythin’ that ain’t your need for me and your desire for Kyle. I’m goin’ to make love to you right here, right now. And this time, we ain’t gonna stop until you’re completely, inescapably mine.”

  “Just keep it quiet,” Kyle whispered in her ear, close enough for Dillon to hear also. “I’d better sit it out, too.”

  “Why?” Aimee asked, looking up at him over her shoulder and wondering if she was actually getting turned on enough to allow what they were proposing. “I want you, too.”

  He gave her a smile, but a tight one. “They can still sense my emotions, and with everythin’ goin’ on, I don’t trust myself to keep a tight enough lid on ’em. Best if they can’t read my intentions and catch on.”

  “But you have to be the one to make the mark.”

  He stroked her hair. “Oh, I’ll be right here, darlin’. Don’t you worry.”

  Then he pulled back, and Dillon’s hands were on her, sliding open her blazer to roam beneath the fabric over her bare shoulders while his lips took greedy little nibbles along her jaw. Worry vanished. Self-consciousness disappeared. The sounds of the wolves snarling and grunting in mating pleasure faded into no more than an erotic soundtrack, heightened by the electric sizzle of Dillon’s touch. Kyle’s presence was palpable behind her, even though he did not lay a finger on either of them. All other life and drama fell away as her blazer dropped to the ground behind her. Dillon stirred a yearning inside of her that shaped their need into the center of its own universe, and she knew that she had to belong to him before another night passed, with or without the threat of other challengers.

  His mouth moved down to suck her aching nipples, and she no longer cared who watched while she gave into him. Keeping quiet while tingles of pleasure ran along her body seemed a monumental task, and she bit down on her lip to manage it. To reward herself, she reached down to take hold of the cock rubbing against her pubic mound, teasing her until wet juices warmed the insides of her thighs. His erection was pulsing with need, and she milked him in her fist while pressing the tip of his thick head against her clit.

  “I’ve got no time or patience for proper foreplay, darlin’,” he said in a low growl. “I aim to take you right this fuckin’ minute.”

  “Hurry up already,” she said, leaning in closer to bite his ear. “Fuck me and make me yours.”

  She parted her thighs and tried to slide him into place, but she was too frantic with need and her motions were awkward. She whimpered in frustration, and with a sexy laugh, Dillon pushed her hand away and positioned himself. She felt Kyle close in behind her, and she shut her eyes on the wish that he had changed his mind and decided to join in after all. Instead, he settled his hands on her waist and lifted her up enough fo
r Dillon’s cock to drive deep inside of her. She stiffened in bliss while Dillon wrapped his arms around her back and thrust that hot, stiff shaft down to the hilt. To stifle the cry that desperately wanted escape, she let out a low hiss of pleasure, but apparently it was louder than was prudent because Kyle reached around and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her cunt contracted and throbbed, and climax rushed up to an impossibly fast, breath-stealing peak. Dillon kept her right on the edge of that bliss, stopping his motions so his dick was still and buried inside her for long seconds on each stroke. Never had a divine heaven been such a hellish torment.

  Kyle’s erection brushed against her ass as his hot breath caressed her ear. “No official speech this time. You’ve heard it before, and we all know damn well what we want.”

  She pulled his hand off her mouth. “Third time’s the charm,” she whispered in jerky breaths as Dillon drove himself deep again and again.

  “Dillon,” Kyle said, “fight it.”

  “I know.”

  “I love you,” Kyle said in a monotone voice. She tensed in surprise at the sudden declaration, which shocked her no less than if he’d said it with the emotion one might expect from somebody making it for the first time.

  “Hurry, Kyle,” she said, grinding her hips against Dillon’s pelvis to try and bring her orgasm over the edge. “Do it. Make the claim.”

  She tensed, waiting for the bite that had been thwarted twice before, and heard in his growl the animal flaring to the surface. She knew his jaw was lengthening as she’d seen before, that his fangs were erupting into place. Her eyes closed in anticipation of that sharp bite.

  A rough hand closed around her arm. “Stop.”

  Her eyes flew back open to see Solomon, who was no longer buried inside David. He had shifted back human and was staring down at her with undisguised lust. His cock was jutting straight toward her mouth, and she jerked her head away while trying to pull her arm from his grip. Kyle and Dillon growled in a warning that wasn’t remotely human.

  In her struggle, her eyes fell to David. He hadn’t moved, but had also transformed back at some point and was staring straight at her with wild, golden eyes.

  “I’m sorry, but I’ve had a change of heart about the woman,” Solomon said with a smoldering leer. “She’s too hot a firebrand to let slip away. Do not mark her until I think on it, Kyle. That’s an order. You will wait until my claim on David is finished.”

  Frustration poured through her while her eyes and David’s held, both panting silently while they regarded each other’s flushed, desperate expressions.

  “No.” Kyle shoved Solomon back and let out a low growl that stood her arm hairs on end.

  White-hot needles sank into her shoulder, and she gasped at the pain that flared. Solomon glowered at Kyle, but made no move toward them. David watched with a flat, unreadable expression while Aimee gave into the bite. Then Solomon growled in disgust and marched over to David, bent him forward, and jammed his red, straining cock deep in the man’s ass. David barely had time to react before Solomon leaned over to sink his jaws into David’s neck. She watched his body stiffen, wincing while his eyes fluttered.

  Her pain almost immediately gave way to an unbelievable flood of completion and erotic power that she saw reflected in David’s eyes as well. Their gazes unlocked when their heads tossed back, each of them lost in a private universe as they were called into rival packs. The tidal wave that washed over her raged with far more than mere orgasm. Her body lit aflame with emotion—love and joy and beauty shooting out of her until she imagined that white light must be visible escaping her pores. The sense of belonging was almost enough to crumble her to the ground, were Dillon and Kyle not bearing her up on her knees.

  “Oh, Jesus, baby,” Dillon said, gripping her tighter as they knelt together with him still inside her. He buried his head against the unoccupied side of her neck. “Yes, Aimee. I feel you in me. You’re mine now. Really mine.”

  “I feel it,” she somehow managed to whisper while Kyle pulled his fangs from her sensitive flesh. She pulled Dillon’s face to hers, and when their eyes met, she could barely breathe from the electric waves of emotion arcing between them. He kissed her with desperation that she matched readily, her tongue bold as it plunged into his mouth to sample his tangy-sweet taste. When she broke off the kiss, she also wriggled her hips back until his wet, partially erect cock slipped out. She held up a hand in a “wait” gesture and gave him a weighted look. He nodded with a smile, and she knew that they were in tune enough for him to know what she had planned. Her body wasn’t done after that tumultuous climax. She had to have more. And she had to have it from one man alone.

  Her knees ached from their position, but she didn’t care. She maneuvered herself around to face Kyle. His face was handsome and undistorted, but a trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth to drip from his hard jaw. He flinched when she reached for him, but she persisted and gently wiped the smear away so she could survey his lip. He wasn’t injured, and it dawned on her whose blood he was wearing.

  She glanced down at her left shoulder and saw fiery red punctures trailing thin ribbons of blood down over her breast.

  “It shouldn’t hurt,” Kyle said, but he eyed the marks with a questioning look.

  She shook her head. “It feels warm there, is all.” She scooted closer, letting her fingers trace the square, taut angle of his jaw. “I feel warm. Hot, even.”

  Threads of the bond connecting their gazes sparked but lacked the unrestrained flow of energy she shared with Dillon. Was it because Dillon was the true mate and Kyle the alpha, or was Kyle still holding back?

  She ran a hand along his smooth, muscled chest. “Do you sense it, Kyle? Do you feel that warmth between us?”

  His cock was still hard and she felt it jump when she stroked his torso, and the gold in his pale blue eyes pulsed like a second heartbeat as he watched her. But his body was tense, and she saw a muscle twitching near his eye. “I feel it,” he said through gritted teeth, almost as if it pained him to say the words.

  “Really?” She cocked her head at him. “I’m not so sure that you do.” Her hand smoothed lower down his body, over the abdomen that quivered beneath her touch. When her fingers grazed the velvet hardness of his dick, however, he captured her hand in his and pulled it away.

  “You defied Solomon in order to have me,” she said, wondering why he was resisting. “How was it possible to disobey when he is your alpha?”

  Kyle’s mouth twitched. “He’s not ‘mine.’ Not anymore. You are.” His eyes glimmered with a need that sent a rush of new wetness along the walls of her still-pulsating cunt.

  “No, I’m not. I still feel the wall around you.” She was vaguely aware of the sounds of David, Solomon, and others culminating their union in what seemed mind-bending orgasms, but she was focused on Kyle. “The pack knows now that you’ve chosen Dillon and me. There’s no reason to fight off your emotions anymore. Is there?”

  She saw the inner turmoil in his expression, the battle waging inside of him that she didn’t quite understand.

  “Roll over on your back,” she said in a sultry, commanding tone.

  He narrowed his eyes, but his growl lacked serious threat. “Few get to say that to an alpha, especially humans.”

  She lifted her chin and enunciated every word while holding his gaze. “Lay down on your back. Alpha.”

  “Why?”

  With a smile, she twisted the hand he still held out of his grip. “Because while you have apparently claimed me, I have yet to claim you.”

  The apprehension in his gaze began to crack, heat seeping through to flare his eyes bright yellow. “Bold words for a chained up slave.” An undertone of amusement colored the words as he flicked her collar lightly.

  She gave him a coy smile and gripped the chain, sliding her hand over it the way she would stroke his cock. “Yeah, well I’m finding the whole bondage thing a lot hotter than I thought I would. Better you not waste it.”

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p; That brought a seductive curve to his lips, and his eyes never left hers while he slowly lowered onto his back beside her. She wasted no time straddling his waist, and they both moaned when her damp pussy dragged along the rigid erection lying along his belly. She lifted up enough to fiddle beneath her and stick his cock along her soaking wet channel. After two tries she sank down, giving a gasp of shock when he bottomed out and took the wind right from her.

  “Oh,” she said in a languid tone. “You’re almost buried to my throat.”

  As much as part of her wanted to let the feeling of him being so deep wash over her, her body revolted when he groaned and rotated his hips beneath her. Her hips took control, grinding on his cock. Her thighs tensed as she rose up and settled down over and over, riding his pole until she had a momentary absurd image of taking a turn on a carousel.

  “Are you sure that being a were’s mate won’t turn me into one too?” she asked, not missing a beat with her hip thrusts.

  Kyle’s eyes rolled back while he appeared to struggle to retain composure. “My mark won’t affect you that way. Why?”

  She wriggled herself to slam her hips on his pelvis harder, her breasts bouncing with each motion. “Because ever since I met you, I feel like there’s a wild animal inside me that’s desperate to claw its way out.”

  “That so? I’m not sure I believe you. Yet.” He grabbed her hips tight while his wide hands helped grind her pelvis on his.

  She shook her head, reveling in the feel of him working her hips to make her clit rub against his pubic bone. “It’s undeniably, irrevocably true. Why else would a woman who was a virgin twenty-four hours ago chain herself up in your cave and ride your cock in front of a pack of leering wolves?”