Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

Her eyes shot wide. “What, you think I led those idiots on?”

“I think Kyle and I were wrong about you.”

“Meaning what?”

“We assumed that as long as we kept your clothes on and didn’t sink inside that hot pussy of yours, we wouldn’t trigger the matin’ frenzy.”

She wrinkled her nose. “The what?”

“Women destined to become the mates of weres are highly attractive to males, somethin’ I’m sure you’ve noticed about yourself for some time now.”

She swallowed but shook her head. “I don’t have time to pay attention to things like that. And where’s Kyle, by the way?”

“But if a bond mate is awakened sexually before she has been properly claimed,”—he paused and sucked in a breath through his pearly-white teeth—“then,
hoo-ee
. She becomes downright irresistible.”

He bent closer, inhaling deeply with his nostrils pressed to her hair. “Oh, Lord have a bucket of mercy. We really did a number on you last night, didn’t we? Turned on a faucet of pheromones so thick any man in your target zone will go stark crazy with lust.”

Her voice shook when she tried to answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He lifted his head to fix her with a stare that shot fire through her belly. “Those brown doe eyes of yours are so innocent but so deep that they can lose a man in their depths. And your body? Pure madness when you sashayed into the bar wearin’ that sexy-sweet dress. You are so ripe, untouched by men you are not destined for. Men who pray that they’ll be the one to take that innocence and burn it like wildfire.” He pressed his body closer until she could feel his heat rush through her. His stiff cock pressed desperately against the mound of her pussy. “But none of ’em are the one, Aimee. You know that. You know who this body is meant for.”

His hands ran along her arms, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts along the way. Shocks of electricity followed his touch, sparking a carnal throb between her legs that she ached for him to hone and sharpen and spike into a grinding climax. A gasp escaped from her parted lips, and he quickly leaned down to capture it with his mouth. His moan vibrated against her lips as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.

“Fuck, this is just the way I’ve always pictured it,” he whispered, then pulled back and stared at her skirt. “Bet you ain’t even wearin’ any panties.”

Her eyes widened. “How the hell can you tell that? My dress isn’t see-through.” Or was it? God, was
that
why every man in the place figured he had a shot with her?

“Jesus, it’s true?” Dillon pulled her away from the wall, holding her against him with one arm while he ran a hand up the back of her thigh, beneath her skirt. His fingers set off tingles of fierce pleasure wherever they touched. When he grazed her bare ass, he hissed. “Shit. You’re killin’ me, Aimee, comin’ here to me like this because you know you’re mine.”

She pushed his hand away, even though her body was screaming for him to plunge those fingers deep inside the pussy she could feel growing slippery and wet. “I didn’t come here like this on purpose. My nylons got ripped when I was tromping around the woods trying to find you two.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You dressed like this to visit me at the cave?”

“No, I dressed like this to go visit my
mother
. I just started driving when I left her and found myself up here before I realized what I was doing. So don’t get any wild ideas.”

“Oh, I’ve got ideas. My fantasy in the flesh,” he murmured, raking his fingers through her hair. “The one I’ve had of my mate for years.”

He turned her around to face the large mirror over the sink while he looked on from just over her shoulder. She found him staring at her in the glass and watched him stroke the bare spot on her neck just below the ends of her curly hair. Her nipples tightened enough to see them straining through the fabric of her dress.

“Did you know that weres and mates dream or fantasize about each other?” he asked. “That mates will play out their male’s fantasy without even realizin’ they’re doin’ it?”

“Don’t be silly.”

“You’ve dreamed of me before, haven’t you?”

She shook her head but sighed when he shot her a skeptical look. “I used to daydream about cowboys with glittering eyes. I’ve just been so focused on work that it’s been a while since I had one.” Her stomach tightened in memory. Men in hats and boots with snug jeans and sexy laughter had populated many a masturbatory fantasy, but she couldn’t recall a specific face.

He smiled. “Do you want to hear my fantasy?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“I always assumed it’s of the day I first see my mate. I’m sittin’ alone in a bar when she walks in. She’s completely different from the other women there. They’re all wearin’ slut jeans and tank tops or tight denim shorts. This woman has on a proper white dress, sweet as can be. My heart begins pumpin’ faster because I recognize her. She will be mine.”

His hands slid over her shoulders, stroking along her collarbone. Aimee leaned against the sink to steady her knees. “She orders a beer, completely unaware that I’m watchin’ her every move. When her tongue flicks out to lick thick, foamy beer suds from her luscious pink lips, the blood in my veins begins to boil.”

“You’re making this up,” she said in a faint quiver.

A seductive smile lit up the side of his face. “No, darlin’. Every word is true.”

The fingers tracing her collarbones joined in front of her throat to slide slowly, maddeningly down her sternum. Now her nipples throbbed with need, aching to have him cup a breast in each hand and squeeze.

“Every man’s eyes are fastened to her creamy skin, but she don’t seem to notice. When I walk up to her, however, my gaze is the one she cannot ignore. The one that lights her soul on fire.”

A gasp escaped her lips when his hands circled around her breasts.

“I sit down beside her, and she tries to make conversation. I can’t listen to a word, though. My body is screamin’ at me to claim her for my own. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and slide my hand along a silky thigh, up inside that pretty little skirt.”

He paused to demonstrate, lightly grazing the sides of her thighs as her skirt rose higher. She stared at him in the mirror, watching his eyes bloom with a golden flame that ignited her need. His voice sounded strained when he continued. “My fingers brush the soft curls of her bare cunt, and that’s when I realize she’s got no panties on.”

Her head fell back against his chest while his hands slid around her front and stroked down between her thighs, which shook at his skilled, practiced touch. She gripped the front of the sink harder as his fingers toyed with the hood of her clit.

“Dillon,” she whispered.

“The second I feel that wet, soft heat,” he whispered in her ear, “I know I can’t wait another moment to possess her. I take her to the bathroom, lock the door, and lift that skirt to sink inside her with the cock that’s been rock hard in my pants since the minute she walked in.” Still holding her eyes in the mirror with a glazed expression, Dillon ground himself against her ass so she could feel the truth of his words.

“She’s a virgin,” he went on hoarsely, “but she don’t refuse me. She knows her purity belongs to me, and she aches for me to take it. I fuck her while she’s hangin’ on to the sink, her hot, velvet cunt drivin’ me to the brink of madness. Right before I shoot her full of my hot cum, I make her slip off the sleeves of her dress and peel it down to the waist. I don’t want to muss that innocent white fabric when I sink my fangs into her sweet, soft shoulder.”

Her eyes flared wide, and she stiffened against him. “What, you mean you want to bite me?”

“I want to mark you as mine.”

Aimee swallowed. “I don’t want you hurting me.”

His fingers slid lower along her wet lips, then he pushed one up inside of her slippery pussy. “Oh, it don’t hurt, darlin’. Not like that. After the first stab of pain, your body blossoms with fierce pleasure enough to bring you off and make your cunt spasm around my cock.”

Another question about being bitten niggled at the back of her mind, but it fell away as his finger slid in and out, her pussy walls contracting around him as waves of pleasure began building in her pelvis. Dillon’s other hand worked on her clit, tracing tiny circles around the hard nub until she wanted to scream. Her body was rapidly climbing to a peak as she leaned against him.

Then he suddenly withdrew, sending a whimper of frustration out of her. “But none of that can happen now,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Tonight is the high moon.”

Her breath came in shallow gasps. “So you’d lose control now, even though it isn’t night?”

He gave a sexy little laugh. “It’s still the phase. Daylight or not, I’d definitely shift if I were to try and fuck you full-on.” He leaned down to her ear and moved her hair aside to whisper, “But that don’t mean you ain’t gonna come standin’ right here at this sink.” She shivered at the feel of his breath on her ear. “Take down the straps of your dress.”

“You’re not going to bite me, are you?”

“No. Let me see those full breasts.”

She quivered at the thought of exposing herself to him here in a public restroom, and how she’d unwittingly fulfilled his fantasy. With shaking hands, she slipped her dress off her shoulders and bared her breasts for him.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said. “Jesus, look at those hard, pink nipples. Touch ’em for me.”

She hesitated, but the unfulfilled need still pulsing through her clit prompted her to do as instructed. Pinching her nipples sent flickers of heightened pleasure to her cunt, and her breathing grew ragged again.

Dillon sank down on his knees behind her, pushing her dress up over the back of her ass. “Open your legs wide for me, darlin’. That’s right.” He flicked a glance around her, up into the mirror. “Don’t stop pleasurin’ those perfect tits. And don’t look away. Watch yourself, Aimee. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror while you help me make you come.”

With that, his head disappeared behind her again, out of view of the mirror. She faced herself there, watching her lips part in a silent
O
of surprise as she felt a flick of wet warmth between her legs. His tongue went to work on her slit, rubbing back and forth over the entrance to her pussy while his hands spread her ass cheeks wide. Without his wide chest to lean back on, her legs began to shake until she thought they might buckle. She used one hand to grip the sink while the other rubbed each nipple in turn.

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby,” Dillon said. “I could eat this hot pussy for a week.”

Then his tongue found her hard, throbbing clit, and she was too lost in the erotic rhythm of her body to make out his murmured endearments anymore. Her face flushed pink in the mirror, dappled with glistening perspiration. She licked her lips, moaning louder while he brought her higher and closer to a state of uncontrolled madness. He spread her cheeks wider and made long strokes with his tongue, all the way from her clit to the pucker of her tight asshole. Juices ran down the insides of her thighs as he worked while she pinched her nipples harder, and their reflection in the glass reddened just like her cheeks.

When Dillon’s tongue jabbed inside her pussy at last, Aimee felt her entire body stiffen. She tried to obey his wish to watch herself come, but her eyes squeezed shut as she cried out at the tumultuous waves cresting over her. She grabbed hold of the sink with both hands to ride out the orgasm, hearing nothing but the pounding beat of her heart while Dillon slid his tongue in and out and then around her clit. She was still climaxing when he pulled away, and as far gone as she was, she wasn’t aware of the full reason for the thundering sound at first. It wasn’t until an indeterminable number of moments later that she realized the pounding noise wasn’t solely from her wildly hammering heart.

“Come on already,” someone was shouting while they beat on the other side of the door. “It’s a damn piss pot, not a motel room.”