Disorderly Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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“You were sayin’ about the swing?” Jayson said as the head of his hard dick slid against her entrance.
“I was saying how desperately we needed one,” she said, sounding out of breath.
With a grunt, he drove himself inside her wet pussy, tugging her toward him so hard he nearly yanked her off the swing. She grabbed the ropes with both hands and hung on while his hips pushed the swing into motion, sending her back into Zane with every thrust.
“I want you inside me too,” she said to Zane.
He leaned over and kissed her. “Hold on tighter.”
Then he let go of her, and she entwined her arms with the ropes to steady herself while Jayson’s luscious cock slid in and out, driving her to madness. He stopped when Zane came up alongside one of Lana’s hips.
No small amount of maneuvering was required for Zane to get in on the action, and Lana whimpered impatiently while waiting for cocks to get inside her where they belonged. Her clit throbbed, and the swing bobbed and twisted while Jayson spread her ass cheeks to let Zane’s cock breach her ass. She let out a lusty moan when he finally sank in.
“That’s right, darlin’,” Jayson said, moving to her other side and closing her legs. “Let me hear how we make you feel.”
Hooking the backs of her knees over his arm, he plunged back inside her pussy.
The swing seat slipped to just below the small of her back, the men thankfully still supporting her, and Lana arched with a loud cry. She twined her arms around the rope and watched the dappled play of sunlight through the cherry tree overhead as the men fucked her senseless.
“God, I’ve missed the sounds you make,” Jayson said. “You drive me crazy, woman.”
“Good thing our livin’ arrangements are only temporary,” Zane said through a tightened jaw. “I want to hear that scream every night.”
Each took hold of one breast and tortured her nipples with flicks and pinches that had her writhing and bucking before long.
Pleasure sharpened rapidly into orgasm when she saw Jayson lean over and all but assault Zane’s mouth with his, their tongues twining and eyes flaming in red-gold while they snarled like ravenous animals.
“Oh, God,” Lana cried out, and then she was lost to the waves of ecstasy pounding her.
She heard Zane’s wild growl and Jayson’s brief cry of pain, and she felt the pleasure from Zane’s bite pouring out of her mates. She let it consume her, sending her to another climax.
By the time she came back down, her arms were chafed where the ropes had rubbed them, and she could tell her back was a bit raw from the wooden sweat. Neither mattered to her in the slightest. The men lowered her gently to the ground and took turns lavishing her with kisses while they helped dress her.
“I guess that answers whether sex could take my mind off things,” she said, smoothing back the hair she wasn’t used to wearing down. She glanced at her purse. “Until right now.”
“I reckon I can’t wait any longer neither,” Jayson said, zipping his pants. “Zane?”
Zane was sitting next to the purse, gazing at it intently. “Has it been long enough?”
Lana opened the bag. “More than long enough, according to the package directions.”
Her heart pounded while she fished out a baggie with the little stick she had carefully sealed inside. “Here goes nothing,” she said.
She held up the bag and stared. Her chest caught, and she couldn’t see for the tears welling in her eyes.
The men were looking at her, and Jayson was the first to speak.
“It’s all right, Lana,” he said. “Please don’t cry.”
“I reckon it just wasn’t meant to be,” Zane said. While the tone was encouraging, disappointment was evident in his voice and the ripples of emotion flowing from him.
“We can try again next fertile phase, if that’s what you want,” Jayson added.
She shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. I’m not sad.” She sniffed, holding the bag so they could see the pronounced blue line running across the stick. “I was right.”
Her mates gawked at the stick until her words sank in. “Blue means yes?” Jayson asked. “We’re really pregnant?”
She nodded with a giggle.
Zane all but shoved Jayson aside and hugged her so tight she could barely breathe.
“I’m pretty sure babies need oxygen,” she managed after a minute.
“Sorry.” He loosened his hold, but not entirely.
“Ayóó ánííníshí, Zane,” she said in the somewhat improved Navajo she’d been practicing.
He stood up, and his eyes were glistening with something other than the bright yellow of his animal. “I love you too.”
Jayson pulled her to him. “Have I told you ayóó ánííníshí lately?”
She teased him by rolling her eyes. “Never once, actually. Not in Navajo.”
The kiss that followed conveyed the sentiment beautifully.
Jayson pulled back and clapped Zane hard on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Daddy,” he said. “There ain’t been a baby born to an alpha in Shay Falls since Blaise’s kin. The first of a new generation.”
The mention of Blaise dulled the wide smile on Lana’s face. “Will he or she be a werewolf, then? Like the Forresters?”
“The Forresters were taught only cruelty from birth,” Zane said. “Our son will learn to embrace his wolf spirit without lettin’ it control him.”
“Our son?” she asked.
He nodded. “I sense it.”
“You can do that?”
Jayson snorted. “No. He’s just sayin’ that because were-borns are mostly male. Girls are rare.”
It occurred to Lana that she had yet to meet a female werewolf. “If it is a girl, would she be a werewolf too?”
“Females are human,” Zane said. “And often become were-mates themselves.” He leaned closer and kissed her cheek. “But don’t worry. Hashké Ma’iitsoh will be raised to respect his power.”
She shot him a grin. “You’ve already picked a name?”
“It means ‘warrior wolf.’ Until he earns another, this name will give him strength.”
“I like it,” Jayson said. “Strong and unique, just like our bond. And Hashké is easy enough as a nickname.”
“Unless it’s a girl,” Lana teased. “Although I guess we have some time to figure the name thing out.”
The joy radiating from each of them mingled with Lana’s own, bubbling up inside her until she laughed out loud. “I can’t believe it,” she said. Her hand slid over her belly.
“You said you knew all along,” Jayson said.
“I know. I guess I was just afraid to let myself.”
“So you’re really happy about this?” Zane asked, clasping his hand over hers. “Jayson’s still bustin’ my balls for losin’ control on my turnin’ moon.”
“Very un-alpha-like behavior, if you ask me,” Jayson said sternly, but when the other two looked at him, he broke out into the silliest boyish grin Lana had ever seen.
She laughed. “I’m sure you can both sense exactly how happy I am,” she said. Still, her smile softened after a moment. “After all I went through the past year, the best future I could have imagined for myself would be to live out my days hidden away in some hovel. To have two men who love me and a child on the way, well, it’s more than I ever hoped for.”
Her voice broke on the last part, and Zane held her against his chest. “I didn’t think I could be happier than I’ve been the past month,” he said while she sniffed. “I was wrong.”
“I was wrong,” Jayson said in a booming tone. “Three words one rarely hears from the great Tse Wauneka. Enjoy them while you can.”
Zane did something she never would have expected. He grabbed Jayson’s hat and leapt up into the cherry tree, climbing with inhuman agility to stick the hat way up high among the limbs. “Best you mind that tongue, Jayson,” he called down with a grin. “Or else next time I’ll hang somethin’ even dearer to you up a
tree.”
Jayson was after him in a flash, and Lana stood back, hugging herself with a smile while she watched the men wrestle playfully among the branches. While leaves fluttered down around her, something Jayson had once said to her echoed in her thoughts. She hadn’t come to Shay Falls because she’d been running away. She’d been running to the life she’d only glimpsed in her dreams. And while they still had struggles to face in the weeks ahead, they had each other and had “circled the wagons” with other packs. She had made new friends with other werewolf mates, and judging by the message Jayson had received from his sister, she’d hopefully be rekindling another friendship soon.
“Auntie Jay,” she murmured, caressing her stomach. “Wonder what she’ll make of that.”
The men jumped from the tree and raced off, Zane hot on Jayson’s heels. Deep in the woods, Lana felt a ripple of pleasure, as if the forest itself was rejoicing in her happiness. As she wandered to the swing and gripped the rope, she stared at the odd shapes created by the shadows among the trees. It gave her the impression of a man and woman standing hand in hand, her long hair flowing and his antlers adorned with leaves.
“Thank you,” Lana whispered to the god and goddess. “Thank you for bringing me home.”
The wind’s caress replied as she headed off in search of her mates.
THE END
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