Allister, J. Rose - Discarded Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (21 page)

She felt their heated lust even when she closed her eyes and ground her pelvis. Raw, animal power flooded over her from both of them, and she couldn’t wait to get them inside her. Luckily, her need was just as easily read by her mates, and Russell’s cockhead began prodding along the crack of her ass.

“You ain’t the one who’s gonna stick his dick through those bars,” Drew said. He beckoned her forward with a crooked finger. “I do believe that’s my fantasy.”

“Like hell,” Russell said, pressing tighter to her.

She left Russell and slid forward to Drew, whose long, thickly veined shaft was already pointing through the cage straight at her. She grasped it firmly and worked him in her hand, moving her pussy closer with each rock of her hips.

“Damn it, woman, stop toyin’ with us and give me that hot cunt,” Drew said in a gruff tone.

With a seductive little laugh, she pushed her mound against his cock and worked the tip inside her pussy lips.

Drew cried out as soon as he slid into her, almost as though she’d hurt him. But she could sense nothing but pounding, driving passion. She took him in deep, reveling in the pulsing, jerking feel of his cock in her slippery cunt. Then she pulled away, leaving his cock shiny and wet with her juices. She backed away until Russell’s cock was again between her ass cheeks. He hissed out a sharp breath and guided himself to her puckered hole. She pushed herself back, steadying herself by gripping the bars in front of her until she felt the breath-stealing sensation of his shaft stretching and filling her anus. She shoved back until her ass cheeks were pressed to the bars, burying Russell deep. Wise to her ways now, he gripped her hips so she couldn’t leave him again and began to rock himself back and forth, fucking her fast. She gave a little cry of pleasure and gave in for a minute, feeling her breasts bounce and her ass hit the cage with each thrust.

“That’s it,” Drew said, yanking the cage door open. “I can’t take this anymore.”

He stalked into the cage, and she stood up to give him room. “Russell,” he said, though he was staring into her eyes, “get your tight ass in here now.”

The cock disappeared from her anus, but Drew claiming her lips while he roughly squeezed her swollen breasts turned her moan of frustration into pleasure. The cage was barely enough for two buff cowboys, let alone their Gypsy plaything, but Russell managed to squeeze in. Then she was surrounded by hot, muscled flesh and her eagerness to have it filling her body once again.

Russell lifted her by the waist. “Reach up and grab the bars overhead,” he said, and she took hold of the top of the cage.

“Now wrap your legs around my waist,” Drew added, and as she did so, he tugged her into position.

No sooner had she obeyed than he thrust his cock deep in her tight cunt, and she gripped the bars tighter as she cried out. Russell was right behind her, pressed close enough that with her supporting herself between the cage and Drew, he was able to take her from behind.

“The night we met, Drew fucked my ass in a cage while you watched,” Russell said as his cock joined Drew’s way up inside her body.

She moaned again, unable to speak for a moment while her body adjusted to both shafts spearing her. “I remember,” she whispered at last.

Drew grunted. “I told you that night that you would wish you were on this side of the bars.”

“I did. I admit it.”

“Fuckin’ right,” he said, pulling out and jamming back in until he was bottomed out and her entire pelvis was full of throbbing cock.

“Oh, my cowboys,” she said as they stood that way for a moment, her half-suspended between them, impaled on stiff cock with waves of tingling energy still bathing her nipples. “I can hardly breathe.”

“Want us to stop?” Russell asked.

She shook her head, gasping for air. “Don’t you dare. Fuck me, please. I want both of your cocks inside me like this forever.”

The men began to move. Drew’s growls became desperate, almost violent in intensity, and she held on for dear life while he and Russell fucked her holes in close, though not perfect, synchronicity. The slight aberration in rhythm drove her insane, as did the weakening but still-tingling stimulation on her nipples. Her head fell back until she was staring up through the bars at the blazing orange-reds of a western sunset.

Groans turned to inhuman growls, and urgent thrusts to feral pounding. Climax was a near thing when she felt Drew tense up.

“Both of us,” he said to Russell, and she assumed he meant them coming together.

Her clit throbbed with urgency, pressure ready to explode. Then her werewolves reared back and sank fangs into her, one set on each of her shoulders. The pain shot her over the top, bursting into an orgasm that had her body jerking wildly as she seized the bars, shouting in mixed English and Romani. Then the sounds of their climaxes drowned out her voice, along with the ability to think. They moved together in the cage as a writhing, frantic mass until sweat and fluids mingled and slid down their legs and torsos.

Her arms burned with exhaustion, so she let go of the bars and leaned back heavily on Russell. He cradled her while Drew slowly lowered her to the cage floor. The three of them panted heavily as they clutched at one another.

Finally, Drew snapped off the electrical unit. “Sorry. Forgot it was still on.”

She shook her head. “It stopped working near the end anyway.”

“Told you to use fresh batteries,” Russell said.

“We’ll have to lay in a supply of rechargeables.” Drew winked at her as he gently peeled the sticky disks off her sensitive flesh. The nubs were still hard when he bared them to the early evening air. He bent to kiss her, and she felt his cock pulse against her belly with fresh interest. “
Now
, darlin’, we’re even.”

“I think I’m ahead, actually.” She smiled at the men she was sandwiched firmly between, right where she belonged. A sense of unity swelled in her chest, one she had embraced fully since the short time she’d given herself over to fate.

“A Gypsy, caged up with her cowboys,” she said. “I can’t imagine being any luckier.”

“Two
official
cowboys again,” Russell said. “I can’t believe I’m goin’ back to ranch work after all this time.”

“I told you it’s possible,” Drew said. “Hate to say it, but that bar fight was one of the luckiest things that could have happened.” He caressed Talaitha’s cheek. “Second luckiest.”

“Yeah,” Russell said with a grin. “Savin’ your old ranch boss from that nasty scrabble came in mighty handy.”

“You still think he won’t give you away, now that he knows your secret?” Talaitha asked.

“He’s more than okay knowin’ we’ll be around should any of our kind come sniffin’ around his place on full moons. He’s lost enough of his cattle to wolves. Us savin’ him may have accidentally revealed our nature, but it also showed him a lot of us aren’t a threat to humans.”

“And since he understands our special requirements,” Drew said, “he’ll make doubly sure to keep us both off animal work, no problem.”

With some difficulty in the confined space, she reached up to brush a wayward lock of Russell’s hair out of his eyes. “Well, I’m quite proud of you both. Though I’ve personally always considered you official cowboys, working or not.”

“And official cowboys, unfortunately, must rise before dawn,” Drew said, pushing open the cage door. “Let’s say we drop this cage off at the bar and head back to the cabin?”

She put on a mock frown. “So soon?” She stroked the bars. “This cage and I were just getting acquainted.”

Drew and Russell exchanged glances. “Maybe Paulo will let us make payments every week from our salaries. We’d have to build somethin’ to keep it in, since it won’t fit through the cabin door.”

“Or maybe I can get a job, too,” she said, baiting them deliberately as she batted her eyelashes. “I can do cage dancing for you down at the club.”

Drew’s eyes flashed fiery yellow. “Hell, no, you ain’t. Consider this a Gypsy-only dance ritual, for our eyes only. Russell bein’ an honorary Romani, of course.”

“Besides, you got bigger plans, I believe,” Russell said. “Like gettin’ your diploma so you can start Phillips Community College in the fall.”

She followed Drew from the cage, his strong hands lifting her easily down from the truck bed. “College girl, Gypsy, and exotic dancer all rolled into one,” he said. “What cowboy could ask for more?”

She wriggled back into her skirt. “Oh, I hope you plan on asking for more. I’d hate to think my cowboys are too worn out from ranch work to go for a ride when they get home.”

As they made the short jaunt back to the cabin, Talaitha felt a twinge of familiarity. A waft of her mother’s lilac scent crossed her nostrils, igniting a tiny, private smile. She felt as though her mother were looking down on her, offering blessing and approval.

“I did what you said,
Dya
,” she whispered when Russell hopped out of the truck to join them. “Thank you.”

She felt a pang of sadness that her mother had not met with the same opportunity, but a memory of the woman’s final words to her lifted her spirit even as the lilac scent drifted away. Talaitha had indeed “followed her heart”—and it had led her truly, finally home.

THE END

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