Tempted: A Cowboy Shifter Romance (Two Marks Book 2)

by Renee Rose

  “Am I dessert?” It was funny how confident I was starting to feel around these guys. Their unwavering interest made me feel powerful in a way I’d never felt before. While they were the two who were in charge, I was the one they craved.

  “Yep. I’m going to eat that sweet pussy right now.” Landry tossed me on the bed and unbuttoned my jeans.

  “No arguments here.” I lifted my hips so he could shimmy my jeans and panties down at the same time I toed off my sneakers.

  Wade tossed his hat on the dresser, stripped off his shirt, and kicked off his boots, his brown eyes glowing green in the sunlight filtering through the window. I watched as he shucked his jeans and boxers, his erection jutting out in my direction.

  Landry settled between my parted thighs, then inhaled deeply, like he was breathing in my scent. He licked a long line up my inner thigh. I shivered in response, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation.

  Time with Wade had been incredible, but being with both of them felt right. Like a completion. I’d missed Landry’s bold touch. I still didn’t understand what they got out of sharing me, but for me, it seemed like this triad was what had been missing from my life all along.

  When Wade got bossy and possessive about me going out without him and made ridiculous claims about me belonging to the two of them, it felt right. I laughed, but I loved it.

  Landry hooked his hands underneath my knees and pushed them up to my shoulders, lifting my hips to his mouth. He tongued around my clit with light strokes, driving me mad.

  Wade crawled on the bed behind me and tugged my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra. The moment he started pinching my nipples, I felt an orgasm looming.

  “She’s so wet,” Landry observed, doing that talking-about-me-in-third-person thing that made everything seem hotter.

  “Don’t let her come,” Wade told Landry.

  “No?” Landry asked.

  “No?” I wondered at the same time. “I want to come!”

  I did. I so did. Landry was so skilled with his tongue.

  “No. I want her to come on both our dicks tonight. I fucking need it.” Wade did sound desperate. As desperate as I felt.

  “Please,” I begged. “I need to come now.”

  Landry slid a finger inside me and stroked my inner wall, adeptly finding my G-spot. I arched my back. “No. You heard Wade. You don’t get to come until we’re both inside you. Understand?”

  I clenched down on his finger, liking his commanding tone.

  “Y-yes,” I moaned, but I was already so close.

  He removed his finger and sat back with a smirk. “I think she’s going to have a hard time obeying.”

  I squirmed, but Wade held me in place.

  “No more foreplay, then,” Wade asked.

  “The past few days have been foreplay!” I cried.

  Wade grinned.

  “No fucking kidding, sugar,” Landry replied. He was the one who hadn’t had sex the past few days.

  “Do you want her pussy or her ass?” Wade asked.

  “Ass,” Landry said immediately, like it was something he’d given forethought to. Wade may have played with it and worked the various plugs in, but it was clearly Landry’s turn now.

  He picked me up like I weighed nothing and arranged me on my hands and knees, facing away from him. “Get Wade’s cock wet, sugar,” he instructed, giving my ass a light slap. The sting morphed to heat. I wiggled my hips and opened my mouth as Wade guided his length between my lips. Wade dipped in and out of my mouth while Landry stripped off his clothes—at least I thought that was what he was doing, based on the rustle of sound behind me.

  “That’s good, sugar. Now cowgirl up on him.”

  Wade pulled out of my mouth and Landry tugged my waist backward to make room for Wade to lie down. Wade sprawled on his back—all six feet something of him—his rigid cock curling toward his belly. He fisted his cock and put on the condom Landry handed him. “One more lick, and then I want you to sink all that wet heat right here, sugar.”

  I obeyed, crawling over him and taking his dick into my mouth a few times before I raised my hips up over his and guided him in.

  “Fuuuuuck,” he cursed, his eyes seeming completely green now. He gripped my hips, dragging my clit over his pubis, helping me grind on him in the most perfect way.

  I whimpered, loving the feel of him cramming me full.

  “Show me how you ride your cowboy,” Landry encouraged, cupping my breasts from behind.

  I straightened up, bouncing over Wade to take him deeper. He helped me with his hands at my waist. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me, reveling in having two pairs of eyes watching me as I shamelessly took my pleasure on Wade’s cock.

  “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Landry said. “I need to be a part of it.”

  He gently tipped my torso forward over Wade’s chest, lifting my ass up.

  I braced my palms on Wade’s shoulders.

  I was breathless, brain scrambled. Very excited. A little nervous. I clenched down and made Wade growl.

  “I’m going to use a lot of lube,” Landry said as he put on a condom.

  I heard the snap of a cap and then he rubbed a cool gel around my anus. I went still over Wade, my pulse racing. Wade had done this as part of putting the plugs in, but it wasn’t a plug this time. Landry was so much bigger than anything we’d played with before.

  “You’re going to love it,” Wade promised, reading a little of my apprehension. His jaw was clenched, but I saw reassurance in his eyes. He’d been gentle with me with the plug, teased me when he discovered how hot it got me. Got me off every time I came back to the apartment all worked up.

  I nodded my agreement, holding my breath a little as Landry pressed the head of his lubed cock against my back hole.

  “Deep breath, sugar,” he ordered.

  I inhaled.

  “Blow it out.”

  As I exhaled, he gently pressed forward. I pushed back against him and my muscles opened to let him in. I winced at the discomfort. The initial stretch took my breath away, but he went slowly, and Wade brought his thumb to my clit and rubbed.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped when the head of Landry’s cock passed through the tight ring of muscles. It got easier, then, but the sensation of fullness overwhelmed me. I was already stuffed full of Wade’s cock, and now Landry filled me from behind.

  I mewled a little protest, nervous. Trapped. I couldn’t lift off if I wanted to.

  “You’re okay, sugar. We won’t hurt you,” Wade promised, running his hands lightly up and down my sides. His touch was gentle, caressing.

  “I know.” And I did. I totally trusted these guys. They’d shown me nothing but consideration from the moment I met them. I barely knew them, but I definitely felt safe. Even in this, something so intimate. Intense.

  There was nothing between us now. This was more than play. Both of them wanted me. Desired me. It was one thing to be with Wade all week. Another if Landry wanted some alone time with me. But they were with me together. In me together.

  I’d never felt closer to two people before.

  They began to move, alternating their motions, one stuffing me full, the other pulling back. Hands were on me, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples. Fingers made a V around my clit and worked it. Another hand cupped my bottom, and a fingertip circled where Landry was filling me.

  Too many sensations. They were just too much. My body couldn’t resist, and I came with a feral sound. Wild and untamed, as if they’d unleashed something inside me. I never knew my body could handle this. I never knew what it would feel like. Using my vibrator was nothing compared to this. Nor was just having sex with Wade. Or Landry.

  Two dicks. Four hands. Two mouths.

  “Resist,” Landry growled.

  “I know,” Wade said at the same time I shouted, “I can’t!”

  I blacked out, losing myself to them.

  13

  LANDRY

  Fates, the urge
to mark Caitlyn was so strong. The lights in the room winked and spun as I came inside our sweet mate. Wade’s eyes glowed pure green, his wolf right on the surface, dying to claim our mate. I was sure mine were yellow. I’d felt the instant my canines had descended, ready to sink into her shoulder and permanently embed my scent—our shared scent—into her flesh.

  She lay sprawled over Wade’s chest now, panting, eyes closed, lips parted, looking like a goddess.

  I stroked her hair back from her shoulder and leaned forward to trail kisses along her back. “Are you okay, sugar?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, the corners of her lips turning up, even though her lids remained closed.

  “That was incredible,” I said.

  “Yes, it was.” Now her lids fluttered open.

  I eased out of her and went to ditch the condom and get a washcloth to clean her up. I waited until my eyes had changed back to brown before I returned. Wade had rolled them both to their sides and was holding her. I handed him the washcloth and lay down on her other side. I loved that she was between us. It had been a long three days without her. But her scent mixed with the musky tang of sex soothed me and my wolf—only a little bit because I longed to see my mark on her shoulder.

  “Are you hungry, beautiful?” I asked.

  “Mmm. Not yet.” She snuggled back against me, which only made me hard again, ready to take her once more.

  Her phone rang from her purse in the living room and she sighed. “That’s the ringtone I have set for my parents,” she said.

  “Do you need to get it?” She didn’t sound thrilled that they were calling.

  Another sigh. “I should. I’ve been dodging them all week, and they get antsy about me going out in the field alone.”

  Wade cleared his throat. “Alone?”

  She ran her fingertips across the hair on Wade’s chest. “I haven’t talked to them since I was leaving for West Springs last weekend. They probably think I fell off a cliff or something at this point.”

  The phone stopped ringing, then instantly started again. “Gah. I’d better answer that.”

  I rolled off the bed so she could get up, and found her phone in her purse in the living room. “Catch.” I tossed it to her.

  She caught it easily—our mate had excellent reflexes for a human—and answered it. “Hi, Mom.”

  “Caitlyn! Where are you? We’ve been worried sick.” With my shifter hearing, it was easy to make out her mother’s voice on the other end. Not that our mate knew that.

  “I’m up in West Springs, tagging wolves.”

  I winced at the words tagging wolves. Just hearing it made my stomach roil. We had to get this thing sorted out right away. I couldn’t take another weekend of leading Caitlyn on a wild goose chase to not find wolves, nor could I allow her to find and tag any more.

  “Well, I don’t like it. You shouldn’t be alone.”

  “Actually…” Caitlyn shot a glance at me. She looked so beautiful standing naked in Wade’s bedroom, her skin still flushed from sex, her chestnut hair wild. “I made some, um, friends up here.”

  “Friends?” I mouthed indignantly, which made her smile.

  Her mother didn’t like that either. “Well, be careful. How do you know they’re safe?”

  Caitlyn gave a long-suffering sigh, and now I understood why she’d been avoiding calling her mom back. “They’re safe, Mom. I’m safe. Everything’s fine.”

  “I ran into Dale Dickman the other day. You know, the principal of Oakview? The private school?”

  “Uh huh.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes and I smirked.

  “Caitlyn, he’s looking for a science teacher for this fall! He had to fire the last one, I guess the guy did something improper, I don’t know.”

  Another eye roll. “And?”

  “And?” her mother snapped, clearly offended. “You should apply! It has great benefits. It pays more than what you’re making there as a post-doc—I already found out.”

  “Mom, teaching high school science is the last thing I’d ever do! I have a PhD!” Caitlyn paced away from me, giving me a view of that gorgeous little ass of hers. “My research is my life. Even if I had to do it for half the salary I’m making now, I would.”

  “But we hate you being clear across the country. The things you do for those wolves are risky. Camping alone. What if you got attacked by one of them? Maybe you should carry a gun.”

  I followed Caitlin back into the bedroom, shamelessly listening in on her conversation.

  “I do carry a gun, Mom. A tranq gun.” She stopped, her shoulders dropping. “Listen, I need to get going, my friends are waiting for me.”

  This time it was Wade who spread his hands and mouthed, “Friends?” with a WTF look.

  “Well, be careful. Seriously. Call me when you’re back at your apartment this time. Do you promise?”

  “Yes, I promise. Love you, Mom. Tell Dad I love him, too.”

  “I will. Love you, sweetie. Bye.”

  “Bye, Mom.”

  Caitlyn ended the call and tossed her phone on the bed. “I’m sorry about that. My parents haven’t realized I’m a grown-up. Only child.” She shrugged. “And they really hate that I study wolves. That I’m all the way out here in Wyoming when I could be safe in Connecticut. They just don’t understand why I’m so obsessed.”

  She glanced from Wade to me. We didn’t say anything. It seemed Wade also wanted to hear her reasoning behind her obsession.

  “I love that you guys get it. Those wolf pups we saw last weekend had me high all week.”

  “We may understand even more than you think, sugar.” I shot a look at Wade. We needed to tell Caitlyn what we were, and I figured we’d won her trust and affection enough to lay it on her. We may not have marked her, but we’d claimed her as ours.

  It would be a lot to digest, and the timing was still way too fast by human standards, but fuck, Wade and I had nearly marked her when we were having sex. We wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. Besides, I couldn’t stand keeping up the farce about the wolves any longer.

  Wade nodded, reading my mind.

  Caitlyn started pulling on her clothes. “Really? What do you mean?”

  “You know when you asked if West Springs was a weird religious cult?”

  Caitlyn went still, one leg in her jeans. “Oh, no.”

  I smiled and held a hand out. Laughed. “We’re not. Hell, no. But we are different.” I swallowed, said the words that would change everything. That gave away our very secret to a female who wasn’t marked, who wasn’t truly ours. Who was tracking and studying our species. “We’re wolf shifters.”

  “I’m sorry?” She tilted her head like she had misunderstood. A frown marred her brow.

  “Shapeshifters. Men who turn into wolves.”

  She smiled and twisted to look over her shoulder at Wade, like it was some kind of joke. Like he’d say just kidding and laugh. When she turned, she found a huge black wolf on the bed, instead.

  She screamed, flying backward. Since her foot was caught in her jeans, she tipped, right into my arms. I steadied her. “It’s okay, sugar.” She worked her feet to push the jeans off her leg, as if she needed to be free of them to run away. “That’s Wade. He’d never hurt you. It’s Wade,” I repeated, feeling her panic, hearing the franticness of her breathing.

  “W-Wade?”

  Her body trembled beneath my hands, and she was leaning toward the door like she wanted to escape.

  “Please don’t run,” I said, trying to keep my voice low and soothing. “It’s just biology. Genetics, not some crazy disease you get from being bitten by a rabid wolf during the full moon. We’re a different species from you.”

  She turned in my arms to look up at me, the shaking in her slight body growing stronger.

  “Shift back,” I told Wade. “She’s freaking out.”

  Wade shifted, and I turned her back around. “See? It’s Wade.” Fortunately, he was naked before he shifted, and we didn’t have to worry about tatter
ed clothing. “You’re safe, sugar. We won’t shift again until you ask.”

  She swallowed, staring at Wade with wide eyes. I saw the thrum of her heartbeat at her neck, like a hummingbird. “This is nuts,” she muttered. “Totally crazy.”

  She blinked her eyes as if she’d been seeing things, or they didn’t work right.

  “Nope, it’s just science,” Wade said, going with the same defense I’d used. “Not magic. Not supernatural. Our kind has hidden our existence from outsiders as a means of protection. But there’s nothing menacing about us. Nothing dangerous.”

  She started to settle beneath my touch, and I could tell her brain was working overtime to assimilate it all.

  Wade spread his hands. “You want to study wolf genetics? Study ours.”

  She gasped, covering her mouth. “Those wolves I tagged last weekend—”

  “Normal wolves,” I interrupted. “Not shapeshifters.”

  “Oh.” She turned to me. “And you’re a wolf, too? May I see?”

  I smiled. Her fear was already wearing off and interest was taking hold. “Sure. You won’t run off?”

  She shook her head, although I didn’t take that as a guarantee. Still, I had to prove to her what we were. That I was telling the truth. I closed my eyes and willed the shift, dropping to four paws.

  She took a few quick steps backward, then stopped. “Silver wolf.” Wonder echoed in her voice.

  I lowered to my belly to appear less intimidating.

  It worked. She immediately dropped to a crouch and reached the back of her hand toward me as if to let me sniff it. Like I didn’t already have her scent memorized and categorized as the best smell on Earth. I licked her fingers.

  Wade chuckled from the bed. “Touch him. Don’t be afraid. He wants you to.”

  She lowered to her knees and reached for my head. “My God,” she said with awe. “You’re huge. This is incredible. I can’t believe it. You’re really wolves? Both of you? This whole town?”

  “Not the whole town. But the majority of us are,” Wade explained. “Our families were early settlers here. They got rich through silver mining back in the nineteenth century, and bought all this land for the pack. Room to roam. To have space to live our lives without suspicion. Free.”