The Cowboy Who Strolled Into Town

by Riley Moreno

  She looked down, awed at the sight of such a powerful man on his knees in front of her, so breathtakingly handsome it was almost hard to look at him in the warm, hazy golden light cast by the fire. Beatrice felt transported to a different time, a different place. A place she belonged.

  Her body tensed as the tingling radiating from her center grew even more intense, feeling like she on the edge of some great cliff and dying to jump off.

  “Tá tú álainn sin, bandia,” Finn’s hands on either side tightened, his strong fingers digging slightly in her skin as he pressed his mouth against her neck. “Ba mhaith liom tú i ngach slí.” The word’s sounded pulled from him.

  “Finn,” Sebastian eased back just enough for Beatrice to feel the breath of his words against her over sensitized skin. “Stop distracting her.”

  “Ha, distracting her. More like distracting you. You don’t like it when I speak Gaelic because you don’t know what I’m saying.” He left a trail of wet kisses up her neck as he straightened to shoot a teasing look at Sebastian. “And that bothers you.”

  Beatrice couldn’t hold back the sweet chuckle at their comfortable banter, even though her body was still on fire after being brought to edge of release and then denied.

  “Who knows what you’re really saying?” Sebastian’s hands idly swept up and down of her hips, making them sway. “I mean, it could be anything.” Finn just shook his head ruefully, his black hair waving. Bea shifted again, trying to bring their attention back to her need drenched body.

  Sebastian noticed her movements, his gaze suddenly intense on her body as he slowly rose to his feet, and she was reminded again of just how much bigger than her she was. She wasn’t petite, but he dwarfed her.

  He crowded close to her, Finn stopper her retreat at her back, his own big hands tickling at teasing at her ribcage, making her shiver as the sparks began erupting over her skin once more.

  Beatrice gasped as she felt Sebastian’s hot fingers so suddenly on the spot she most desperately needed, and then they were inside her, moving rhythmically, patiently. Every time his fingers thrust, meeting that point inside of her that made lightning shoot through her body, the palm of his hand pressed against the little bundle of nerves of her clit.

  Her breathing grew ragged, and the moans that she didn’t realize were coming out of her mouth made Finn’s entire body tighten in anticipation. His shining green eyes stared at the pout of her lower lip as she bit it with her teeth, unable to look away as her body went rigid as her release crashed over her in waves.

  As her muscles relaxed, her shaking legs went boneless and Finn and Sebastian both led her over to the big bed dominating the corner of the big tent. After a moment she felt the mattress shift as Finn’s weight settled on the bed next to her. She hadn’t even noticed he had stripped on his way to join her, her eyes widening on his still hard and impressive erection bobbing next to her head as she turned to get a better look.

  Her earlier lethargy forgotten, she crawled on top of him, a mischievous look filling her dark brown eyes.

  Finn groaned as she sucked him into the hot cavern of her mouth. Moving up and down his length, savoring the sweet musky taste of him. She felt more than heard Sebastian draw closer, avidly watching the spot where she and Finn joined.

  He drew off his shirt and threw it haphazardly to land somewhere on the floor, and his boots, jeans, and socks soon followed. He came nearer, the warmth of his big body at her back like a comforting furnace as she felt the length him brush the side of her thigh. She wanted to feel him inside her so bad, but she tensed as a sudden thought hit her, and she pulled back, letting Finn’s hardness slide out of her mouth as she looked up at him, not exactly sure how phrase her question.

  “Do I have to…should I worry about…” Finn instantly understood, and hurried to reassure her.

  “We are both clean. And you don’t have to worry about pregnancy, it’s…well, it’s kind of complicated, but let’s just say you really don’t have to worry.” Bea tilted her head, the ends of her hair tickling her back as it shifted.

  “Is it because of, well…the dragon thing?” Finn froze, his expression shuttering, as she heard Sebastian choke on a cough behind her.

  “I’m sorry, what was that?” His voice was distant in a way the Bea had never heard, and made her instantly sorry for bringing it up.

  “I, well, you know.” She sighed, nervously tucking her hair behind one ear. “Your other side. Your dragon side? The great, big, beautiful dragon that you turn into sometimes?” She felt so flustered it was hard to continue, and she didn’t notice Finn’s feature’s start to soften at her words.

  “And the bear too. I saw it, him? You?” Sebastian started, and Beatrice threw a cautious look over her shoulder. “You were big too, and brown and your fur looked really soft.” He choked out a laugh, then looked as if it had caught him by surprise. Finn grabbed her hand, drawing her attention back towards him.

  “You saw us? Saw us change?” His voice sounded so serious, his questions falling quietly in the otherwise silent room. Bea took a deep breath, then nodded her head.

  “Yeah, uh, it was about a year ago. I saw you both, and well, I’m still not really sure. You were you, and then…you weren’t” She trailed off, feeling completely unsure as Finn just stared at her with those glowing emerald eyes. Slowly, his gaze cleared, and the flick of his mouth had her pulse returning slightly to normal.

  He turned her hands over in his, looking at them, his grin seeming to grow despite himself.

  “So, you thought I was beautiful?” A laugh of relief burst from her at Finn’s question, his natural roguish charm making her feel again at ease with them. He pulled her up until they were both lying on the bed, Beatrice pillowed on his chest, Sebastian leaning down on her other side, head on hand as he looked down at her. His expression was unreadable in the dim light.

  “I think you better start from the beginning.”

  Chapter 6

  “So you’ve known the truth about us for over a year?” Beatrice nodded her head at Finn’s question, the third time he’d asked it. She had just told them the whole story of how she saw them in the woods that night. It had been hard, but the closeness she now felt for them was worth any amount of awkward moments. The look on Finn’s face told her he felt the same.

  “Love, come here.” Finn played back in the middle of the bed, hand outstretch to pull Beatrice closer to his body, ready for her again. Her center pulsed as she watched his long fingers stroke his thick cock, watching her, waiting for her. She took his hand, her heart melting even further as he brought it to his lips, laying a soft, sweetly chaste kiss on the back of her knuckles, before growling playfully, and pulling her off balance to land sprawled across his chest.

  A husky laugh escaped, quickly cut of as he kissed her, passionately, intensely, his tongue stroking hers aggressively and he moaned into her mouth when she bit his lower lip. He slowly pulled his mouth away as he guided her to straddle his hips, the tip of his erection slid against her welcoming wetness, making Finn clench his jaw against the pleasure.

  This woman had him completely undone, the mere thought of shoving himself inside her tight sheath almost enough to make him come then and there. Finn glanced up, past the delicate slope of her shoulder and caught sight of Sebastian.

  “You are amazing.” Finn whispered to Bea, this time grabbing her hips to guide her as she sank slowly onto his length. The catch of her breath fell sweetly on his ears as she enveloped all of him in the tight, scorchingly hot grip of her pussy. He couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted at the feeling of her.

  “Hold still.” Finn rasped at her ear, pulling her forward onto his chest as he was still deep inside her. She felt the bed dip as Sebastian crawled towards them. Beatrice looked back at him, catching her breath at the look on his face. He had taken it worse than Finn when he had learned she knew his secret, but now his expression was one of joy, peace, and affection, and overriding all that was fierce desire.
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  She knew it had been an incredibly long time for both men since they had been with someone who knew the truth about them, accepted them. There was a weight that had lifted off of both of them when they had realized she wouldn’t use the knowledge to hurt them. As if she would do anything to hurt these incredible men she realized she had come to care about so much.

  Sebastian’s hands on each hip brought her back to the moment. One hand slid down slowly, stopping as it found the small, puckered hole he was looking for.

  “Have you ever…?” He let the question trail off, but she knew what he was asking.

  “I’ve…practiced. Never with a guy, but with toys.” She couldn’t help the blush that spread under her skin at the confession about the toys, not feeling uncomfortable at the words, but remembering the fantasies that Finn and Sebastian both had starred in while using them.

  Finn groaned, and she could feel his thick erection pulsing inside her at her words. Sebastian wasted no time either as the cool gel he applied liberally momentarily shocked her before the motion of his hand distracted her. His long finger worked inside of her and the feeling almost sent Beatrice over the edge as a new series of sparks shot over her skin. Instinctively, she rocked her hips, grinding into Finn and making him moan again.

  “Hurry, Sebastian. Our girl is getting impatient.” Her heart bloomed at being called their girl, and shot a look backwards.

  “Please, Sebastian. I need you too. I want…I need both of you.” A deep growl followed her words.

  “You have to be ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Please…” She begged again, her body on fire with the feeling of his fingers stretching her, readying her in counterpoint to Finn, now holding her hips immobile.

  Finally, Beatrice could feel the tip of him, and she arched her back, pushing her hips and feeling him slide all the way in. The feeling of being so full ignited every nerve ending as Finn released her hips, and she couldn’t hold back the husky cries as they both loved her.

  They moved together with a perfect rhythm that had Beatrice screaming out her orgasm, every muscle of her body tightening that triggered Sebastian to follow. Finn thrust deep, wrenching every spasm of pleasure from her before he too found his release.

  They collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs, before arranging themselves so Beatrice could lay with her head on Finn’s shoulder, Sebastian curled around her back, his arm thrown over his waist.

  After her heart returned to normal, some of her old doubts returned, and she recalled their past lovers, and how short term they always were. She started to sit up, deciding it would be best for her to make her escape before they decided to kick her out.

  “Where do you think you’re going.” Sebastian’s gruff whisper had her looking around guiltily.

  “Um, home? I guess.” She sighed. “I know you guys don’t really do a long term thing, or even really a more than one night thing.” Finn held her hand, tugging her back until she was laying on his chest again, his fingers playing idly in her hair.

  “You know you’re different, right?” Finn chuckled softly. “You made us break all our rules.”

  “What Finn is trying to say is that we want you to stay.” Sebastian looked at her with melting eyes, still ringed with copper. “Please?” Beatrice nodded against Finn’s sculpted chest, her doubts a thing of the past as she drank in the possessive way they held her as they lay there, watching the fire die down to embers as Finn and Sebastian drifted off to sleep.

  Beatrice lay between them, absorbing the sound of Finn’s soft, even breathing and Sebastian’s rough snorts as he threw his leg over hers, somehow pulling her even closer towards the warmth of his body. She thought about the bubble bath and old romance novel that had been waiting for her in her empty apartment and couldn’t help the glee that swept through her.

  She was living a real life romance, she looked at both of her boys. The overwhelming wave of love that had been building for the last three years, and now finally brought to the surface swept through her as she glanced from one to the other. Beatrice smiled to herself. I think I’ll keep them.

  THE END.

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  Destined by two Alphas

  (Alpha Shifter Romance)

  By Riley Moreno

  Chapter 1

  The mountains rose like jagged red teeth biting into the clearest blue sky that Jana had ever seen. She looked around, her diamond blue eyes as wide as they would go as she soaked in the immense New Mexico landscape. It made her feel small. It made her feel lost in the raw, desolate landscape that so similarly mirrored her own emotions.

  She trundled on, fighting against gravity and her own body’s exhaustion as she struggled up the side of the shallow cliff. Reaching the plateau, Jana collapsed in breathless heap, panting in the warm, breezeless air. She shifted against the sparsely grassed mesa until she was leaning back on her elbows, staring up at the sky that just seemed to swallow up the entire landscape.

  For the first time since it happened, she allowed herself to grieve. First one tear, and then a steady stream, made tracks down her pale, dust stained cheeks. The painful memories from the night before rose like ghosts in her mind, and she was too tired to battle them back again. They swept over her.

  Jana had smelled the smoke from the fire first. It was more intense than normal, filling the air, choking her lungs, and she had woken up coughing in the thick night air. And then there had been the screams, the angry shouts and terrifying howls that still sent a rash of chills sweeping up her arms at the remembered sound. It had been so close, just outside the trailer she had shared with her father, Colt Dubois. The Alpha of the Mesa Verde pack.

  They had been on their way home from a trip to the nearest city, a four day journey, for supplies. The same trip they made several times a year, but this time had been different. Terribly different.

  Jana had known for years that her father’s beta, Dalton Lefevre, had been increasingly unstable. Letting his jealously and paranoia get the best of him. Not to mention that she had overheard him more than once saying that he deserved to be Alpha, not her father. That Dalton would do better by the pack. And the problem was that there were some who where listening to him. Mostly the dregs of the pack, or those that held a grudge against her father. She knew he was about to dismiss Dalton, demoting him to scavenger rank, but her father never got the chance.

  The howls had become wilder, and filled with fear and panic thick in her blood she had fled the trailer and landed in pure chaos. A crowd of rowdy men stood in a circle, their blood thirsty expressions made more menacing by the flickering red firelight and starless night. She hurried forward, but stopped with a pained gasp as someone roughly grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her back.

  “I don’t think so, princess.”

  She snarled up at Gray, one of Dalton’s lackeys, as he used the nickname that she hated. Jana had struggled against him, but froze suddenly as her blue eyed gaze fell on what was happening inside the circle of yells and cruel jeers. Two wolves circled each other. They were larger and more heavily muscled than normal wolves, and one was solid black with bright blue eyes so much like her own, her father. The other was mangier with a shaggy, dull brown coat and amber eye that seemed to glow with red in the light of the fire. Dalton

  They continued their deadly dance, the brown wolf snapping at the black’s legs, the bigger, darker furred wolf feinting, patience and experience heavy in its gaze. It was obvious he was trying not to seriously injure the other wolf, just slow him down, attacking only when he needed to.

  “What the hell is going on, Gray?” Jana growled up at the man still holding onto her shoulders. He just grinned down at her, his yellowed teeth sharp and jagged in the dim, flickering light.

  “What was always gonna happen, little princess. Your big bad dad is finally going to get what’s been coming to him all these years.” There was a grim gle
e in his words that had her searching out the rest of those standing in the circle. They were all cheering on Dalton, yelling in fury when he missed his attack and pure enjoyment when the brown wolf’s teeth sank into the back of the black. Her father.

  She should have seen it before. All of the men that had volunteered for the convoy were Dalton’s. His thugs. Men he had won over with lies and fear mongering. He had turned the pack against her father!

  She watched, breathless, as the brown began to run at the other wolf in an odd way, pressing him ever backwards, the circle bowing out to make room. As they cleared, she noticed something strange about the ground that had just been added to the growing arena, and she gasped as Dalton rushed her father again, pushing him ever backward.

  “Father! Watch out, behind you!”

  She had barely gotten the words out before a sweaty hand landed over her mouth, muffling the rest of her warning. She struggled against Gray, watching in terror as her father continued, her shout going unheard, lost in the savage noise filling the hot, dark night.

  Another step back, another, and her father stumbled, falling into the shallow pit that Jana had just seen, had tried to warn him of. Taking advantage of the black wolf’s loss of focus as he tried to regain his balance and that’s when he struck, using the slightly higher ground to his advantage.

  Dalton leapt, his brown fur like rust in the firelight as he landed on her father’s back, his teeth latching onto his neck and with powerful jaws crushed down with an audible snap.

  She fought in a frenzy now, unaware of the claw marks rising bloody on her arms as she finally escaped her temporary captor.

  “No! How could you!”

  Her voice echoed out into the night and time seemed to slow as she watched it happen, unable to take her eyes away. Jana watched as her father’s body fell, limp and lifeless and a terrible scream bubbled up from the depths of her stomach, across her chest, ripping straight from her heart until it crashed out of her throat on a howl of rage and pain.