Allister, J. Rose - Discarded Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

He let out an incredulous laugh. “I was mindin’ my own fuckin’ business, lady, trottin’ through a public campground on my way to a sweet huntin’ spot, and
wham
! Your people attacked me, caged me, and held me hostage for their own financial gain. So who the hell are you callin’ monster?”

“Okay, everyone, let’s just calm down,” Russell said, before she managed to sputter a reply. “No one’s blamin’ anyone for what happened.”

Drew’s eyes glittered with expanding flecks of gold. “Like hell I ain’t. I’m settin’ blame right where it belongs—on those bloodsuckin’ kidnappers she was so anxious to run back to last night.”

Her heart pounded with mixed remorse and rage, but she tried to keep her tongue in check. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice shaking. “Maybe we can figure things out. Can’t you just explain to your ranch boss what happened? Then he’ll see it wasn’t your fault.”

His laugh sounded curiously close to a bark. “Explain what? That I got kidnapped by Gypsies to be used in a side tent, werewolf freak show? Yeah, that’ll win me my job back.” He turned and headed out of the room.

“Where are you goin’?” Russell asked.

“Out to get my damn hat. Somethin’ else I lost on account of those bastards.”

“But you might run across said bastards,” Russell said, struggling to stand up. “They’ll be out lookin’ for her, no doubt.”

“They’d better hope they don’t find me first.”

“I’m comin’ with you.”

Drew growled. “Hell, no. You’re sick as fuck. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Or in a few pieces, if those Gypsy assholes find you.”

Talaitha’s head whipped toward Russell. “‘Gypsy assholes’?”

“Present company not included.”

“Those assholes are my family.”

“And they captured us against our will. Are we really gonna have to have a debate over why that is, in fact, wrong?”

“She don’t get it,” Drew said, staring at her with contempt. “She’s one of them. But I at least hope I can trust her not to run off on you while you’re mendin’.”

The about-face from the man who had made love to her the night before—and had just tried to again that morning—was astonishing to her.

“Fuck you,” she spit out. It was the first time she’d ever used that epithet, and it literally left a sour taste on her tongue. Not as bitter as the sting of his words, however.

He snorted. “Don’t let me catch you followin’ me,” he said to Russell. “That’s an alpha order.”

Russell rolled his eyes, and Drew headed from the room, muttering almost under his breath.
“Bravi’os khul. Dili chors.”

Talaitha’s jaw fell wide at the venomous stream of insults as he stomped off, and it was still hanging open when they heard the cabin door bang shut soon after.

“What the hell was all that?” Russell asked.

She shook her head. “Romani. He was speaking Romani.”

“He was? What did he say?”

“Nothing at all pleasant about my clan.” A wayward thought struck, one that had tried to form when she’d been in the throes of orgasmic delight. “He said something last night, too. He told me to look at him. I didn’t even realize at the time he was saying it in Romani.”

“He speaks Gypsy? Where do you suppose he picked that up?”

She kept staring at the vacant bedroom doorway. “I don’t know. But it seems pretty strange that he’d use it, considering how much he obviously hates Roms.” With a sigh, she turned back to Russ and noted with no small relief that his color seemed to be returning to normal, as did his unfocused gaze. “How are you feeling?”

“Better already. Healin’s already started.” Still, he settled himself down until he was flat on his back again. “Did Gypsies ever tell you about the surefire method of curin’ an injured werewolf?”

She wriggled around to face him straight on, sitting naked and cross-legged beside him. “No. What’s the cure?”

“You are.”

The fire igniting in his eyes sparked a not-unpleasant quiver in her stomach. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” A twitch and steady rise along his groin was noticeable from the corner of her eye.

She shook her head. “We can’t. You’re hurt. Besides, if
that
would have fixed you, last night should have cured you up through the next three stabbings.”

“And I intend to stab back.” He grabbed at the cock that had lengthened in record time. “Only I think you’ll find my blade a lot more pleasurable.”

He reached for the sheet she held to her front, but she scooted back on the mattress. “You need rest.”

“There are three things a were needs when he’s been in a bad scrap, and rest definitely ain’t one of ’em.”

He yanked the sheet away and let out a throaty growl as her exposed breasts jiggled with the movement. When he tried to roll onto his side to face her, however, he winced and rolled back.

“See?” she chided. “You’re in no shape to do anything but rest.”

“That so? Go into Drew’s bathroom and bring me his hairbrush and the baby oil.”

She arched a brow at him. “Don’t tell me grooming is one of a werewolf’s surefire cures?”

“You’ll see.”

With a sigh, she self-consciously slid out of bed and reached for the skirt she’d flung over a rocking chair in the corner.

“Uh-uh,” he said. “No clothes.”

As she left the tiny bedroom, he gave a low whistle. “Damn if that ain’t the sweetest ass I ever saw.

She felt her cheeks flush, which the mirror confirmed when she entered the pine bathroom. It also confirmed that she looked like a wreck. She stayed in there a few minutes to do her business and borrow Drew’s mouthwash. After washing her face and using said hairbrush on the mass of tangles her long, thick hair had become, she returned to the bedroom.

“Thought you fell in there for a minute,” Russell said. He was flat on his back again, stretched out invitingly with his hands folded behind his head and his cock erect and lying up along his belly. She could feel his eyes devouring every inch of her as she sauntered naked to the side of the bed, and his cock twitched at the sight of her.

He took the brush and oil from her and peered oddly at the brush handle. “Perfect. Yeah, this’ll do fine.” His eyes found hers, and she noticed his had begun a slow, golden burn. “Now get back here on this bed.”

While rounding the foot of the bed, she saw him drop the brush and oil on the mattress beside him and take hold of his stiff dick. “You know, you about drove me full-on to crazy yesterday when you were suckin’ Drew off. I’m dyin’ to feel those pouty lips slide over my cock.”

Her pulse sped, warming her blood at the thought of tasting his thick shaft. When she climbed back into bed and tried to lean over his groin, however, he stopped her.

“Not like that,” he said. “Get on your hands and knees and turn around.” To her puzzled look, he added, “Straddle my face while you’re blowin’ me and I’ll return the favor. It’s called a sixty-nine.”

Confusion turned to wide-eyed shock. Here she’d felt so thoroughly naughty, getting sex education from a romance book. Yet most of what her cowboys wanted from her had been conveniently left off those pages.

Semi-shaky limbs made her motions awkward as she silently complied until she was on all fours over him. Her long waves hung down on his hard, red cock, and when she moved her head, he let out a gentle hiss.

“That sexy hair of yours feels unbelievable brushin’ over my balls,” he said.

“Does it?”

With a wicked smile, Talaitha deliberately swept her hair slowly over his throbbing erection as she pushed it out of the way. Her stomach lit like a campfire at knowing her actions pleased him. Sexual power wasn’t something she’d ever wanted or thought she would use. Now, she was eager to see just how much of it she could wield.

His hands ran along the fronts of her thighs. “Your cunt is so pink and sweet-lookin’. Can’t wait to taste it.”

The tip of his cock glistened with clear fluid, and she licked her lips and bent down to taste him. Just like Drew’s, Russell’s dick was musky, salty, and warm, with a texture unlike anything else she could describe. Without hesitation this time, she plunged the head into her mouth. Being, in effect, upside down made the angle a bit harder to navigate, but she managed to find an immediate rhythm that sent a shocked cry out of Russell and moisture from between her legs. His fingers dove through her pussy curls to find and rub the hard button of her clit, and the pleasant throb redoubled her sucking motions on his cock.

She felt him grow more rigid as she slid his shaft back and forth over her tongue. “Fuck, your mouth is enough to drive me insane,” Russell said with some effort. “Whether I’m watchin’ it or feelin’ it. Lower your ass a bit, darlin’. I have to have some of that sweet cream.”

The first flick of his tongue hit dead center on her clit, and she sucked in a breath. Wet, hot licks and nips followed in rapid succession, turning her pleasant throb into a full-blown ache. Her hips began a gentle rocking, pushing herself harder against his mouth. Little whimpers escaped her mouth around his pulsing cock.

Now his hands roamed the backs of her thighs, landing on her ass and squeezing. His tongue worked maddeningly along her slit, diving inside her cunt while spreading her ass cheeks wide. She moaned in pleasure when his wet tongue jabbed deep inside her.

“You taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he ground out huskily against her cunt lips.

She’d been so intent on trying to divide her attention between her mouth and his tongue that she hadn’t realized his hands had gone temporarily missing. Then she felt something hard pushing against her tight anus.

“Oh!” she gasped, stiffening instantly. She halted her motions and pulled her hips away.

With a gruff growl, he slapped at her ass cheek. “Don’t you dare stop, you hot Gypsy. Trust me, you will fuckin’ love this.”

There was some momentary trepidation when she felt the hard knob against her ass again. Drew’s cock had felt like heaven in there, but what was Russell doing?

Whatever was probing her tight hole felt slick on the end and was practically demanding entrance. Then she glanced down at the bed and saw the bottle of oil resting by itself. Her eyes went wide as she realized what must be pushed a short way inside of her ass.

“Now relax against it,” Russell said.

“You aren’t serious?” she managed to get out, before the handle plunged the rest of the way in.

She tensed instinctively, but moaned when he began to work the hard wood back and forth. It definitely felt different from hot, throbbing cock, but there was no denying that it was almost every bit as pleasurable. Then Russell’s tongue began its relentless attack on her clit again, and she revised the opinion of pleasurable to unbelievably erotic.

She returned her mouth to his cock, mimicking his actions with the brush. His whole body stiffened beneath her, and when orgasm drew closer and her moans came in repeated bursts, he slapped her ass hard enough to sting, bringing a gasp from her.

“You like that, don’t you, darlin’?” He delivered another slap to her ass, which at the moment she found oddly arousing. “And I ain’t even finished yet.”

One more slap and heat bloomed over her ass cheek, but then the fingers that weren’t busy driving the brush handle into her slid inside her dripping cunt.

“I can sense how hot I’m makin’ you,” he said. The feel of his fingers working into her sent a loud enough cry from her to prompt a brief pause in her sucking. “Mates can feel each other’s strong emotions, you know. I’ll bet Drew is gettin’ quite the memo from us right now.”