Allister, J. Rose - Displaced Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by J. Rose Allister

  “Here,” Nash said. He pulled off his tight shirt, and Terra’s stomach flipped at the toned, lean muscles of his chest and stomach. The clit that had ceased throbbing hummed with reawakening excitement.

  Nash wrapped his shirt around Connor’s injured leg, tying the ends tightly on the outside of the man’s thigh. With a wince, Connor bent his leg so he was sitting normally on the seat. He gestured her toward him while Nash swiveled around to sit in the back beside him.

  “We shouldn’t,” she said. “Your leg is hurt.”

  “It’s feelin’ better already,” he said. “And I know somethin’ that’ll speed the healin’ even faster.”

  She cocked her head. “Sex will really do that?”

  He shrugged. “It’s a werewolf thing.”

  “That works?”

  “If not, it’ll at least make me think it’s better than it actually is.”

  Her eyes darted to Nash’s. “But Nash is watching.”

  Nash arched a brow. “I just watched you get finger-fucked and love every minute. What’s the difference?”

  She glared at him. “You were busy then. And I don’t trust you to keep your hands off.”

  He nodded. “That probably ain’t far from wrong.”

  “So do what I did,” Connor said to her. “The night you watched me restrain him.”

  A little thrill shot along her spine, and her glance slid back to Nash. The man’s eyes glittered with something that hardly looked like disappointment. “Okay,” she said. “I will.”

  “Are you gonna take charge of me?” Nash’s voice held a note of amused challenge.

  “Shut up and give me your fucking belt,” she snapped. “Or you can wait in the scratchy bushes out front.”

  He reached down and slid his brown leather belt off his jeans. “Will you leash it around my neck, darlin’? I think I’m gonna like this.”

  “No.” She grabbed the leather strap away. “And the point isn’t for you to like it. It’s to keep your hands where they belong. Put your palms together. Lace your fingers.”

  Nash did as ordered, watching her with a brightening gold stare while she wrapped the belt snugly around his wrists and tucked in the ends.

  “Can you leave me some circulation?”

  “You’re supernatural. You don’t need circulation.”

  “Maybe. You’re wrong about one thing, though.” He grinned at her. “I still like it.”

  With a scowl, she glanced around for her discarded nightshirt. She found the scarf that had come off with it, wound it around his face and tied the ends behind his head, gagging him. She flashed a mischievous grin. “There. Now your mouth is where it belongs, too. Shut.”

  She turned back to Connor, who was staring at her with a quirk of a smile. “Where were we?” she asked.

  “About a minute from my plungin’ deep inside you,” Connor said. “Which is two years longer than I wanted to wait.”

  “Try waiting twenty-one years.”

  She reached for his cock, but he grabbed her hand. “There’s somethin’ you should know first. There’s no takin’ it back once a werewolf sinks inside his mate. We’ll be bonded, even before I mark you.”

  “Mark me?”

  “Like you saw me do to Nash.”

  She remembered those sharp teeth and gasped. “You’re going to bite me?”

  “You’ll feel the pleasure more than the pain, trust me. Once I mark you, other wolves will recognize the claim. None outside my pack can claim you.”

  She shivered. “But you’ll shift, like with Nash.”

  “Not now. It’s not a full moon, so I have better control. And Nash couldn’t even if he wanted to. He’s too new to summon the change without the power of that moon. Are you ready?”

  That she was beyond ready to give up her purity, if she still owned such a thing, was evident from the way every nerve ending screamed at her to take Connor’s cock into her body. Giving herself up to be his mate, however, was something else. Was she truly ready for that?

  How did she feel about Connor? There was no denying her thoughts had been consumed with little else since they’d met. The moment she’d heard he was hurt, she had to go to him. Connor had been in her fantasies since her early teens, an inexplicable cowboy hero who cropped up in her dreams time and again. Then there was Nash’s challenge to her in the motel, when he said he already had Connor. That had pissed her off but good. Not just because Nash was damn irritating, but because she’d been jealous to hear someone else make a claim on the man she wanted. Maybe she hadn’t experienced enough of the adult world to call it love at first sight, but she was prepared to call it something she could neither understand nor defeat.

  “I’m ready,” she said, taking his face in her hands for a gentle kiss.

  “Then straddle me.”

  He slid his briefs down, releasing his thickly veined cock. It was harder and bigger than she’d even remembered back at the motel room, and her legs went weak at the sight of it.

  He opened his arms and she went to him, easing down onto his lap while holding her weight off the injured thigh as much as she could.

  “What now?” she whispered in his ear. She could feel his cock throbbing between their bellies, and she slid her mound over it experimentally. Her lips dragged over his hot, stiff flesh, and both of them let out a low moan.

  He gripped her hips, but when she squirmed her pelvis against him, he pulled her away. “One other thing.” He hesitated. “Once you bond to me, you will feel a very similar attraction to my pack.”

  “Your pack?” She frowned in confusion until his eyes slid over to the man beside him. “What, you mean Nash?”

  “Yes.”

  She glanced at Nash and was annoyed to see that the earlier smart-assed, teasing expression had faded into innocent, pure longing. Not a lust-for-pussy want, but a sincere look that communicated his wish for her to be happy with Connor.

  Damn him! Idiotic male posturing or his come-hither humor would be easy for her to resist. Those pale green-gold eyes, however, took hold of her automatic rebuttal and turned it inside out.

  She closed her eyes to shut him out, but thoughts of his bare skin and male scent invaded her senses, as did the memory of his soft, tender kiss. Connor was offering fair warning, because he knew her history with Nash might make this news a deal breaker. Yet that act made her want him all the more. What Connor didn’t realize was that apparently, in the matter of feeling a bond of attraction, she was long since a goner.

  She opened her eyes, avoiding Nash’s gaze while she licked suddenly dry lips. “I think it’s a bit late for that warning.”

  Nash shifted suddenly on the bench seat, but she ignored him and focused on Connor. His eyes showed no indication that this information surprised or bothered him.

  “What would it mean, exactly?” she asked. “Would you and I become exclusive and cause a problem between Nash and yourself?”

  “No. We’d all be together. In were packs, mates are shared by mutual agreement.”

  Shared. Her heart began to beat faster. “But only if that’s what I wanted.”

  He nodded. “And you will.”

  “We’ll see.” She took hold of Connor’s hands and set them on her breasts. “Can we stop talking now? Or is there anything else you need to tell me, like I’ll grow fur and a tail after you fuck me?”

  “When I make love to you,” he said, cupping her breasts and pinching already-peaked nipples between his fingers, “you’ll stay human. Even after my bite.”

  “I’m not so sure of that,” she said, flicking her tongue along the side of his neck and savoring the salty taste. “I’m already feeling more animal.”

  Connor let go of her long enough to grab her ass cheeks and lift her against him. “Fit me in, darlin’. Take hold of me.”

  She reached between them and pushed his cock along her channel, feeling a pang of sharp need through her clit when his mushroom head pressed against her cunt hole. Still, his cock was much wider
than she was. “I heard it hurts,” she whispered. “For virgins.”

  “Not for you. That fever you had got you ready for me. Do it.”

  Those two words speared through her the same way as she speared herself on Connor. She sank straight down, letting him fill her to capacity and beyond. They both let out a hiss of pleasure, and Nash groaned through the gag. She sat there for a moment, adjusting to this feeling of utter completion. All her life she’d valued her independence, and desire for it had soared to new heights after the accident. Now, she realized that while she was her own person and Connor was his, without each other, they would never fully be right. They were unfinished work, a sketched-upon canvas leaning against an artist’s wall while awaiting the final touches.

  Slow and cautious, Terra began to move her hips, testing out the new sensations in her body and spirit. Every thrust jolted her with erotic chills, every movement resonated passion through her being. Her hips worked faster and faster, until she was pounding her groin against his hard enough to feel her tits bouncing in his hands. Connor’s sex was all she knew in that moment, and all she wanted to know—until she tossed her hair back and met Nash’s eyes. They blazed gold with orange-red rims and a smoldering seduction that ratcheted her building peak higher.

  The gag hid his luscious, full lips, and she couldn’t stop herself. She reached over to yank the gag down enough to expose his mouth to her. Still rocking her pelvis on Connor, she leaned in and claimed Nash’s lips, not softly the way he’d done on her way out the motel door, but with the same unrestrained desire he’d unleashed on her when he’d first been turned. His bound hands came up to brush against her nipples, and while she felt the delicious report in her groin from his touch, she yanked his hands back.

  “I’m not going to fuck you, and you’re not going to touch me,” she said in a low purr. “You want to touch something?” She pushed his hands down to his lap, feeling around for the hard ridge in his jeans. “Hang onto that.”

  Far from put off by her harsh words, Nash’s expression burned hotter for her than ever. He stroked his cock with a slow, seductive nod. “Connor,” he ground out while still staring at Terra. “I feel the change comin’.”

  “You can’t shift without a full moon,” Connor said. “Not even when I mark her.”

  “You sure about that?” His breaths were coming faster now, in time to the pace she was setting by riding Connor. “It surprised you when I shifted back human so fast the first time.”

  Connor grunted. “You’re too new.”

  She jerked the gag back into place over Nash’s mouth. “Shut up and stop distracting me.”

  Her arms went around Connor’s neck and she pressed her lips to his, reveling in his spicy, alcohol taste while she pounded her ass harder against him. She was vaguely aware of his bad leg, but he made no protest about her rough lovemaking. So, she fucked him harder, faster, rocking and bucking until she felt herself begin to unhinge.

  Connor pulled back and held her gaze with his own red-tinged gleam. “I recognized you as my bond-mate the moment I saw you on the road,” he said through shaky breaths. “Do you accept me, an alpha to a werewolf pack, as yours?”

  Her heart somersaulted. “Yes.”

  “Then take me, Terra. Take my bond and my mark. Submit.”

  She wasn’t sure what to do, and impending orgasm made thinking all the more difficult. Nash made the next move clear by reaching up to thread his tethered hands through her hair, then yank her head back to expose her bare throat to Connor. She moaned at the harsh pull, at the pain that morphed instantly into climax-spiking pleasure. His moment of domination felt so damned good that she didn’t bother rebuking him for touching her.

  Connor’s growl rumbled with something feral and inhuman, and Terra saw his jaw begin to elongate. She shut her eyes and reached instinctively for Nash, raking her nails over his hard chest. Just as the first sparks of orgasm sent her to the peak, sharp points sank into her shoulder. Hot agony dissolved in an instant and became wild pleasure. She grabbed for the hard cock in Nash’s pants, and it jerked wildly at her touch. All three of them cried out in ecstasy. Warm fluid gushed inside of her pussy while she continued to glide up and down on Connor, and the heady sensation of possession snaked through every inch of her while Nash’s cock pulsed rhythmically as he came in his jeans.

  Her senses were still soaring over some other plane of existence when a light switch snapped on inside the garage.

  “What’s going on out here?”

  Three heads whipped around to see Terra’s mother standing in the doorway to the house, gaping at what must be the incriminating sight of a lifetime. “Terra?” she asked. “My God, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  Terra jerked off Connor’s lap in a heartbeat, and she grabbed her nightshirt to hold it in front of her. Connor was already tugging up his briefs, for all the good that it did. The woman stood frozen with her eyes moving wildly back and forth between the two partially naked men, one wearing a makeshift tourniquet and the other bound and gagged, and Terra, who was completely naked and bleeding from a bite on the shoulder. Holy shit, the absolute worst thing Terra had ever considered doing had just been outdone a hundred times over.

  Lilith’s hand flew up over her mouth as she stared with wide, terrified eyes that had already glassed over with tears. Terra clutched the nightshirt to her and climbed over Nash to get out of the car. “Mom, please. I can explain.”

  Her mother’s head shook back and forth, the tears spilling from the haunted expression. “Who are these men?”

  “Nobody,” Terra said.

  Her mother came down the single step. “Nobody? Considering what you were just doing with them, they sure as hell better be somebody!”

  Nash got out behind Terra, wriggling his tethered hands out from the belt. “We’re very sorry, ma’am. We didn’t mean no disrespect.”

  The tears glittered with a new edge of anger. “Respect?” Spittle flew from her lips at the word. She stalked over and jabbed a finger out at Terra’s shoulder. “Does that look like respect to you?” She furrowed her brow at him. “You were bound up like a perverted criminal. And what’s wrong with your eyes? What have you all been smoking?”

  Nash shut his gold-tinged eyes and turned away.

  “Jesus, Mom, we weren’t smoking anything,” Terra said. “I don’t do that!”

  “Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?”

  Terra froze. Shit. With all the other incriminating evidence, she’d forgotten the open container of Jack Daniel’s.

  “We didn’t—”

  The slap came out of nowhere, right across her face. Terra’s cheek flamed with the burning sting, the first strike her mother had ever laid on her.

  Nash stiffened, and the low, warning rumble in his throat made the woman flinch back.

  “Nash,” Connor said in a harsh snap from behind them. He’d managed to get his pants back on and unfolded his bulk gingerly from the car. The pants did little to render a better impression, however. Her mother’s eyes went straight to the bloody hole in the thigh.

  “I don’t know what you have brought into this house,” her mother said to her, “but I’m going to let the police sort it out.”

  “Police?” Terra rubbed at her stinging cheek. “Mom, no. I’m twenty-one. We weren’t doing anything illegal.”

  “Jack?” her mother yelled. “Jack!”

  The two men glanced at each other, then at Terra. “That’s my dad,” she said. “You’d better leave.”

  Nash looked inclined to argue, but after her eyes met Connor’s, he gave a quick nod. “Sorry for all this, Terra.” He glanced at her mother. “And to you, ma’am. Terrible sorry.”

  Terra leaned into her car and pressed the button on her remote opener, and the garage door began to lift with a heavy, metallic whine. “Just go.”

  “Until later, then,” Nash said.

  “Like hell,” her mother said. “She will not see either of you again, and if I
do see you on my property, I’ll report you for trespassing.”

  Nash barely managed to grab his hat and the two men disappeared into the night, Connor still limping but walking under his own power, at least. Terra watched them go, feeling a steel band of pain clench around her heart. Her mother was pulling the booze bottle out of the car when her dad poked his head into the doorway. Terra’s stomach tightened. The long, torturous nights she’d been having lately were going to look like a picnic compared to this one.

  Chapter Nine

  The closest Terra had ever come to seriously considering escaping out her second-floor bedroom was after her parents ordered her upstairs to put on something “decent.” She had eyeballed the open window while tugging on fresh pajamas and decided it was too suicidal for a non-supernatural, post-coma patient to shimmy down the drainpipe. But as she sat in the kitchen while her parents argued over the decision not to involve police, she wondered whether she’d have been better off risking her neck.

  Her interrogation had only been delayed because her mother had been so freaked out by the smears of blood on Terra’s nightshirt. Some were Connor’s, the rest her own. Her shoulder wound looked worse than it felt. She’d cleaned it off and inspected Connor’s mark in the mirror. It was tender, definitely, but not what she assumed an animal bite would feel like. Blood-red tooth marks circled from just above her collarbone around to her upper rear shoulder. It looked alarming, to her mother especially, but the sensations it had injected into her were far more complex and multiplying palpably.

  She belonged to Connor now, claimed both sexually and animally in every sense. Surely no vows exchanged before a preacher could evoke the act of possession so thoroughly. Yet the moment they’d been bonded, they were torn apart again by the simple fact that her life was no more normal than Connor’s. She should be on her own by now. Maybe it would only be a tiny apartment or a college dorm, but she’d be living her future nonetheless. Instead, her parents were stuck in the past. That was painfully clear as she slumped in her chair across the kitchen table from the people who were staring at her as though she were a complete stranger.