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

by Allister, Rose J.

  His hand roamed down to the front of her pussy, pushing the fabric between her thighs and dragging it along her aching clit. She cried out and arched her hips toward him, ready to claw the walls and his flesh in order to get more of him. His desire called to her, and a wild animal answered. Passion clawed its way to the surface until she believed that her eyes would glow with the same golden lust as Kyle’s if she could open them to meet his glittering stare.

  Without warning, Kyle spun her around until she was sandwiched between the two cowboys. She still faced Kyle, but Dillon’s hands went to work on her right away, sliding over her shoulders from behind while his hard cock rubbed along her ass. Kyle took hold of the front of her scoop-neck chemise, and with a wild growl, tore the fabric to expose her breasts.

  “This is my favorite gown,” she said in a hoarse tone, though it was a false protest. She’d read enough bodice-ripper novels in her day to feel the excitement in her rise for what it was—a daydream made manifest. Seems Dillon wasn’t the only one whose fantasies came to life when they were together.

  “It was stickin’ to you too much to pull off easy,” he said. Then he ducked his head down and took a nipple in his mouth, and her protest halted.

  Despite Dillon’s claims that the western hotties she had fantasized about were really him, never in her life had she imagined that she would be with two of the sexiest cowboys on the planet simultaneously. The feel of both their hands and dicks rubbing against her brought her to a new level of consciousness, a state of being where nothing mattered or even existed outside the world of their shared eroticism. She felt drunk on the sexual power these men held over her, just as surely as the full moon held power over them.

  A hand urged her thighs apart, and two of Kyle’s fingers plunged inside her pussy to find and massage a spot inside the walls that drove her mad with need. Her moan was answered by partly human male growls, and her body lit up with gooseflesh. The three of them could have been standing naked out on that street curb right then, and she wouldn’t have cared. She would still be arched against him, pushing her hips shamelessly against his fingers to drive them in deeper.

  “Bet you’d love to feel how wet she is,” Kyle said over her shoulder.

  “Taste her,” Dillon growled back. “Like wild clover honey.”

  Kyle’s fingers slipped from her slit, and he raised them to his lips. Her stomach jumped, and his eyes rolled back when his tongue ventured out to slide along his glistening fingers. She didn’t have a chance to respond because Dillon yanked her around to face him. His eyes churned in a compelling maelstrom of blue-gold. “You want me inside you.”

  “I do,” she said, her heart pounding enough for her to hear over the running water. Then a panicked thought hit, and she gave herself a mental kick for almost getting too caught up to think of it. “But, well, shouldn’t we be, you know, safe?”

  He smiled. “We are safe, honey. Weres don’t carry disease, except the curse.” He ran a hand along her belly. “And we’re only fertile one certain time of the year.”

  She sighed in relief. “Good.”

  “Hold her up,” he said to Kyle, who responded by taking hold of her by the waist and leaning back.

  “No! He’s hurt,” she said with a gasp.

  “It’s all right,” Kyle rasped into her ear from behind her. “Everythin’s more intense durin’ a full moon. Healin’ power. Feedin’. Sex.”

  The last word he whispered, sending shivers along her spine. She watched Dillon advance, grasping the base of his prick and positioning it between her thighs. “Open for me, darlin’. Take me. Take all of me.”

  His burning gaze and purposeful motions speared her with pure longing, but also with alarm. She’d heard that a woman’s first time hurt. Bad. And Dillon wasn’t looking like a particularly patient man at the moment.

  “I’m a virgin,” she managed to stammer out just as she felt the thick head of his cock press against her tight pussy hole.

  “Not anymore,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re mine.”

  “Wait!” she exclaimed, but it was too late. She barely had time to suck in a breath and tense up as his shaft thrust deep inside of her.

  She cried out in fear, waiting for a sharp, splitting pain to wipe away all traces of the pleasure these men had been honing. Instead, an incredible sensation of being filled welled up inside her, and her pussy began to throb around his warm, hard dick.

  “It didn’t hurt,” she said in shock, staring at him. “The first time’s supposed to hurt.”

  His smug grin returned. “Not with me.” He nuzzled her hair and kissed the top of her head.

  “If your virginity is stolen by other than your intended mate, it’ll hurt like the dickens,” Kyle said. “But you’re with the ones you were meant to bond with.”

  Aimee found her attention to his words dissolving in the wake of the potent yearning raging inside her. She shifted her pelvis back and forth in an attempt to get Dillon’s cock moving, reveling in the sharp pangs of erotic bliss that even the tiniest motion provoked.

  She laid her head back on Kyle’s shoulder and moaned softly. “It feels so good.”

  His growl in response was palpable to her through his chest. “It’s gonna get even better.”

  Dillon’s hips pulled back, stealing away his long rod and her breath as well before plunging forward again. Her breasts jiggled harder, and her body climbed to a higher awareness with each thrust. She gripped his biceps, her nails digging into the scaly dragon tattoo on his right arm. Kyle’s hands slid down over her hips to knead her ass cheeks while Dillon fucked her.

  “Jesus, I could lose myself inside you forever,” Dillon ground out as he shoved his hips into her. “I ain’t never wanted anythin’ this bad, Aimee. And I have wanted many things.”

  He leaned closer and kissed her gently, sending tickles of surprised delight through her belly. How could he thrust so forcefully and yet join their lips with the tenderness of a chaste first kiss?

  When she closed her eyes, desire and imagination caught her up in a whirlwind. For the first time in her life, she pictured herself in a romantic future. She saw Dillon kissing her like this up in the mountains, overlooking the falls while Kyle stood behind her, stroking her hair and whispering a lover’s secrets. She saw the three of them laughing together over a shared meal—cooked, of course, not a full moon emergency feed—while the men’s eyes flickered with erotic pleasure in the light of a crackling campfire. She saw them making love together in the cave, by the roaring waterfall, and in her bed.

  Dillon’s strokes in and out united with her stream of consciousness, eroticizing her thoughts into increasingly exotic scenarios between the three of them—that is, until Kyle’s probing finger brought reality rushing back.

  “What are you doing?” she said in alarm as the tip of his digit slipped inside her asshole.

  Kyle chuckled softly. “Don’t fret, honey. You’re about to find out what it really means to belong to two men.”

  “Not quite men,” Dillon said in a low, hoarse voice.

  “Just relax,” Kyle said.

  Aimee did the exact opposite. She tensed as his finger sank deeper, even though it didn’t hurt any more than Dillon’s rigorous claiming of her virginity had. In fact, it felt rather pleasant. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she said.

  “That a fact?” Dillon thrust himself deeper inside and leveled her with a challenging stare. “Because you sure as hell feel like the most perfect fit imaginable. So slick and wet and hot.”

  The pressure from Kyle’s finger disappeared, and she relaxed again until she felt his cock against her puckered hole instead. The memory of Kyle taking Dillon forcefully from behind shot her eyes wide. “Jesus,” she whispered over her shoulder. “You’re not possibly thinking of that?”

  “Give into me,” Kyle said, and his voice teased around her longing, tantalizing her. “Give yourself permission to let go.” Despite the urging, his tone was as restrained and tense as
she felt.

  Before she could reply, he bent her forward slightly and pushed himself right into her impossibly tight hole. All three of them stiffened with a gasp-hiss, Aimee again out of a preemptive cry of pain that never happened. Emotions and lust coiled themselves around one another in her spirit while she tried to process the sensation of being utterly, wildly stuffed full of cock.

  After a moment where everyone stood frozen, Dillon began to gyrate his hips. Aimee’s insides promptly melted into churning, hot lava.

  “Shit, that’s unbelievable,” Dillon said, mirroring her thoughts. “I can feel Kyle’s cock right through your walls.”

  “Yeah,” Kyle said. “I feel you, too.”

  Both men began to move, and Aimee gripped Dillon’s shoulders while indulging the feel of being the soft filling in a double meat sandwich. Climactic pressure began an arduous, heady climb, each grind of Dillon’s pelvis against her clit sending her another rung higher.

  “Damn, your ass feels so fuckin’ good,” Kyle said. “Do you like havin’ my cock in there, darlin’?”

  He shoved harder, and every nerve ending in her pelvis screamed with pleasure. “Yes.”

  Which wet, pulsing cock felt better was a debate she would have loved to consider for hours, although the way they were moving made it feel like she was being plundered by one gigantic, throbbing organ. When the rhythmic thrusting and grunting sounds threatened to drive her to sexual blackout, Dillon took hold of her face and brought her attention back to him. “You’re mine,” he said. “Admit you belong with us.”

  “I’ll admit nothing has ever felt this good in my life,” she said between ragged breaths. “It feels so right, being here with you both.”

  “You were meant to be here,” Kyle said, his voice far calmer than she felt. “I acknowledge you as Dillon’s bond mate. Accept us as yours. Agree to take my mark right now and make your place in our pack official.”

  Climax toyed with Aimee, looming just on the brink, but his words pushed that release just out of reach. “I can’t,” she breathed.

  “Yes, you can,” Dillon said, stroking her face. “Feel me inside you. Feel us both.” He pushed himself deeper, and her eyes fluttered closed as the powerful need threatened to whisk her away from reality again. He took hold of her chin. “No, look at me while I make love to you. Look deep in my eyes.”

  She obeyed, finding a churning gold kaleidoscope that threatened to unhinge her. He pulled back and slid his shaft deep again. “See? It’s not just part of my body thrustin’ into you. I’m givin’ you all that I am, Aimee. My body, my soul, everythin’ I have is now a part of you. A were’s bond to his mate is fierce and forever. The love I feel for you burns so hot inside me that I can’t barely breathe.”

  Words could not form themselves in her mind. Both men driving themselves to her core in tandem made it almost impossible to even register his declaration, but instinctive warmth spread through her chest at the last. Dillon not only lusted after her but claimed to love her. And if the look in his eyes and the heat in her soul were any indication, he was telling the utter truth.

  “The bond is so close,” Kyle said in an awestruck whisper unlike his normally reserved tone. “I feel it washin’ over me. Let me mark you, Aimee.”

  “No,” she said, though the word came through a thick layer of emotion in her throat.

  “He won’t hurt you,” Dillon said. “Just for a quick second, then it’ll feel so good you’ll come in a heartbeat.”

  “That’s not why,” she said. “I just can’t offer you that right now.”

  “I can’t wait any longer,” Kyle said through gritted teeth. “I’m past ready to shoot my load deep in her ass.”

  “Kiss me,” Aimee whispered close to Dillon’s obviously disappointed face. “Let me have your love for just one night. Just for this moment.”

  “No,” he said, but he pumped his hips against her harder. “You’ll have it forever.”

  He nodded to Kyle before thrusting harder, pinching her nipples with both hands. Kyle pulled her face up toward him and leaned in to kiss her deep. She gasped at Dillon’s rough attentions to her sensitive buds and Kyle’s fingers lightly stroking her throat while he kissed her. Their combined touch violently breached the final gateway of resistance separating her from climax. Orgasm roared to life like a starving lioness awakened from a long winter’s sleep. Her body clenched and exploded in passion until she knew the only thing holding her upright was the rocking motion of the two men’s powerful, thrusting bodies.

  Kyle shuddered and came just as the first waves took her. “I’m comin’,” he said against his lips with a loud groan. “Take every last drop.”

  Their cries of pleasure finally unhinged Dillon. He leaned his head back into the shower spray as his climax hit him. An anguished growl came out of him while water streamed down his magnificent body, and when his warm fluid gushed into her pussy, it sent her soaring over another peak.

  Her body shook with fatigue in the aftermath, but the smile plastered to her face dissolved even faster when her eyes reopened to see Dillon’s face morphing. The change was beginning.

  “Kyle,” she said in alarm. “Oh, no.”

  Both the men’s still-hard cocks pulled out of her as Kyle yanked her backward, pressing against him as far back along the shower as they could get. “Shit,” he said over her shoulder. “I was too distracted by my own needs to realize this would happen. Take it easy, Dillon. You got this. Stay with us. Focus on your humanity.”

  But it was too late. Dillon literally fell away, dropping to the wet floor of the shower into his brown-gray wolf form. Water poured down over the animal’s back, and he looked up into what Aimee knew must be a startled expression, with yellow eyes and an open mouth that displayed pointed, white teeth. She tucked herself tightly inside Kyle’s embrace. “Now what?” she whispered. “Shouldn’t we run?”

  “He won’t hurt you,” Kyle said. “Will you, boy? Remembering our humanity while we are wolves comes before total control over shifts. He knows who we are and who he is.”

  Dillon stared up at him with his head cocked as if listening intently, then bent down to sniff at the shower floor. He found the remaining chunk of meat that had been washed pale by the steady stream of water, and then proceeded to gulp it down in two big bites. He licked his chops and gazed back up at them.

  “Fine beast you are,” Kyle said. “Go ahead and eat my steak after I saved you a whoopin’ from a truck.”

  Dillon actually appeared to shoot the man a wide wolf grin in response.

  “Can I touch him?” Aimee asked.

  “Of course. Just watch yourself.”

  She was already reaching out but froze at his cautionary statement. “Why? Will he bite me?”

  Kyle snorted. “No, but he might start humpin’ on your leg.”

  She made a face. “Ew.”

  “Just kiddin’,” Kyle said. “Go ahead.”

  His fur was thick and wet with warm water as she ran her hands over his head and down along the scruff of his neck. Dillon just stood there, his eyes squinted shut while she stroked him.

  “He feels nice.”

  “Smells like wet dog, though,” Kyle said, and laughed in response to Dillon’s growl.

  “I think he smells good,” Aimee said. “Like the wild woods in springtime.”

  Dillon sat on his haunches, but when the posture sent streams of water onto his head, he promptly shook it and snorted out water in apparent disgust. He got up and raised a paw to begin clawing at the door.

  Kyle leaned over to shut off the water. Dillon lifted his head and stuck his nose under Kyle’s outstretched armpit, then sneezed and shot him a look. “Guess he thinks my shower shouldn’t be over yet, either. Smart-ass.” He gave Dillon a firm but playful slap on the rump and slid open the door. The wolf jumped out first, followed by Kyle. He held out a hand to help Aimee out, wrapping her in one of the thick, green towels hanging on the rack over the toilet. “Sorry about your nightie
,” he said. “I’ll buy you another.”

  She stopped herself short of asking how he could afford silk lingerie when Dillon, in highly inconvenient canine fashion, shook his entire body to fling off water. Droplets shot every which way, and Aimee ducked for cover with a giggle as the excess sprayed her face and arms.

  “Jesus, dog,” Kyle said with a mock scowl. “Where are your damn manners? You’re in a lady’s apartment, not the great outdoors. You don’t see me sprayin’ her walls.”

  Dillon trotted off into the bedroom with his tail held high, and Aimee laughed. “Maybe he doesn’t remember as much of his humanity as you thought.”

  “Oh, he remembers. In case you hadn’t noticed, his assometer goes up quite a bit when he’s shifted.”

  She smirked at him. “‘Assometer’?”

  “Technical term for the smart-ass attitude a lot of weres take on. Dillon practically invented it.”

  “At least he keeps his humor,” she said, following Kyle into the bedroom. “Do you? When you’re a wolf, I mean. Do you act the same as Dillon?”

  “No. We stay mostly like we are when we’re phased, just more intense.”

  “So in Dillon’s case, smart-ass is as smart-ass does?”

  His scar crinkled with a faint smile. “Somethin’ like that.”

  Dillon had stopped at the foot of the bed and turned around to face them. His ears were perked up and tongue hanging out. Aimee pulled off her towel and stooped over him. “Here, let me dry you off, you beast.”

  She rubbed him with her towel, and Dillon began licking the side of her throat with his long, rough tongue. Kyle came up behind her and rubbed her hair and back with the towel while she dried Dillon. Then she dropped her towel and took Kyle’s to return the favor on him. His muscles were taut and tempting as the terry cloth glided along the hard lines of his body, and she had to swallow down the urge to initiate round two by fondling the cock that had maintained a barely erect status. When she stood up, he took her by the cheeks and gave her a soft, lingering kiss that took the chill right off her damp skin.