Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“Saint Francis of Assisi,” Kyle said. “Patron saint of animals and lost causes. Of which I am both.”

“Got that right,” Dillon said from behind him.

“A Catholic symbol?” she asked. “I thought you were Buddhist from the way you were chanting in the cave last night.”

His stare bored deeper into her until her stomach began to quiver. “I draw from a wide range of sources to keep what’s inside of me under control.”

She smoothed a shaky finger over the metal disk. “Is this silver?”

“Pewter. Silver wouldn’t be the best jewelry choice for a werewolf.”

“I suppose not. Still, it’s beautiful.” She laid it back on his chest, her fingertips grazing his skin lightly. Tingles surged up her arm at the feel of his skin before she pulled away.

“You’re beautiful.” He raised her other arm again to get at the meat she gripped tightly in her hand. He closed his eyes and wrapped his mouth around the next bite as though taking in the cock of a lover, and she felt her eyes practically glaze over at the sexuality inherent in his actions.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her hand in front of him, enticing her. Just as he turned sideways to put his hand under the shower stream, Dillon bent down to grab a bar of soap. A spray of hot water struck Aimee full-on, drenching the front of her gown.

“Oh! Damn.” She blinked and rubbed water from her face. “Okay, look. Do you really need me in here to hold this steak for you? Because you seem strong enough to hold it by yourself.”

The knowing look he gave her sent tingles along her spine. “Dillon just wanted an excuse to get you in here with him,” Kyle said, and his eyes skimmed along the front of her. “Seems the boy knows what he’s doin’ after all, on rare occasion.”

A glance down at herself showed that the shower spray had turned her pale blue gown translucent and glued it to her body so that her dark nipples and the darker thatch of hair between her legs were outlined perfectly. His cock was thickening rapidly, rising toward her.

She pulled the vacuum-sealed fabric away from her skin and stepped back. “I better dry off and let you finish your shower.” Her voice shook as though she was chilled, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

When he grabbed her arm this time, it was with a tighter grip and a gleam in his eye that wasn’t related to an imminent shift. He pressed closer to her, pushing her back against the shower wall. “Stay. I still need some help healin’.”

“You mean you need help releasin’ some tension,” Dillon said, moving up behind him.

His hands moved around the other man’s back. Her nipples puckered with tingling need as she watched those soapy hands slide around the front of Kyle’s chest, leaving trails of white foam wherever he touched. Kyle’s head tipped back, his eyes shutting and jaw clenching while Dillon’s hands worked magic on his flesh. Dillon rubbed lower, smoothing suds over the rigid muscles of Kyle’s stomach. Aimee’s clit throbbed with an insistent demand to join in when his fingers slid down through Kyle’s black triangle of curls and over the cock that now stood straight out.

The growl Kyle let out pierced Aimee to the base of raw, animal want, and when he reached out to slide his hands along the wet silk clinging to her breasts, the steak slipped from her hand and fell to the shower floor. Pinching her nipples sent a shudder through her clit that peaked so sharply that she thought she would either die or scream, possibly both. She gripped his shoulders for support and leaned her head back on the shower wall, closing her eyes to allow passion to flood over her the way the water streams pounded the men in front of her. Shutting out her sight heightened other senses, electrifying his touch and turning the very sounds of their breaths and moans into instruments of erotic delight.

His hand roamed down to the front of her pussy, pushing the fabric between her thighs and dragging it along her aching clit. She cried out and arched her hips toward him, ready to claw the walls and his flesh in order to get more of him. His desire called to her, and a wild animal answered. Passion clawed its way to the surface until she believed that her eyes would glow with the same golden lust as Kyle’s if she could open them to meet his glittering stare.

Without warning, Kyle spun her around until she was sandwiched between the two cowboys. She still faced Kyle, but Dillon’s hands went to work on her right away, sliding over her shoulders from behind while his hard cock rubbed along her ass. Kyle took hold of the front of her scoop-neck chemise, and with a wild growl, tore the fabric to expose her breasts.

“This is my favorite gown,” she said in a hoarse tone, though it was a false protest. She’d read enough bodice-ripper novels in her day to feel the excitement in her rise for what it was—a daydream made manifest. Seems Dillon wasn’t the only one whose fantasies came to life when they were together.

“It was stickin’ to you too much to pull off easy,” he said. Then he ducked his head down and took a nipple in his mouth, and her protest halted.

Despite Dillon’s claims that the western hotties she had fantasized about were really him, never in her life had she imagined that she would be with two of the sexiest cowboys on the planet simultaneously. The feel of both their hands and dicks rubbing against her brought her to a new level of consciousness, a state of being where nothing mattered or even existed outside the world of their shared eroticism. She felt drunk on the sexual power these men held over her, just as surely as the full moon held power over them.

A hand urged her thighs apart, and two of Kyle’s fingers plunged inside her pussy to find and massage a spot inside the walls that drove her mad with need. Her moan was answered by partly human male growls, and her body lit up with gooseflesh. The three of them could have been standing naked out on that street curb right then, and she wouldn’t have cared. She would still be arched against him, pushing her hips shamelessly against his fingers to drive them in deeper.

“Bet you’d love to feel how wet she is,” Kyle said over her shoulder.

“Taste her,” Dillon growled back. “Like wild clover honey.”

Kyle’s fingers slipped from her slit, and he raised them to his lips. Her stomach jumped, and his eyes rolled back when his tongue ventured out to slide along his glistening fingers. She didn’t have a chance to respond because Dillon yanked her around to face him. His eyes churned in a compelling maelstrom of blue-gold. “You want me inside you.”

“I do,” she said, her heart pounding enough for her to hear over the running water. Then a panicked thought hit, and she gave herself a mental kick for almost getting too caught up to think of it. “But, well, shouldn’t we be, you know,
safe
?”

He smiled. “We are safe, honey. Weres don’t carry disease, except the curse.” He ran a hand along her belly. “And we’re only fertile one certain time of the year.”

She sighed in relief. “Good.”

“Hold her up,” he said to Kyle, who responded by taking hold of her by the waist and leaning back.

“No! He’s hurt,” she said with a gasp.

“It’s all right,” Kyle rasped into her ear from behind her. “Everythin’s more intense durin’ a full moon. Healin’ power. Feedin’. Sex.”

The last word he whispered, sending shivers along her spine. She watched Dillon advance, grasping the base of his prick and positioning it between her thighs. “Open for me, darlin’. Take me. Take all of me.”

His burning gaze and purposeful motions speared her with pure longing, but also with alarm. She’d heard that a woman’s first time hurt. Bad. And Dillon wasn’t looking like a particularly patient man at the moment.

“I’m a virgin,” she managed to stammer out just as she felt the thick head of his cock press against her tight pussy hole.

“Not anymore,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re mine.”

“Wait!” she exclaimed, but it was too late. She barely had time to suck in a breath and tense up as his shaft thrust deep inside of her.

She cried out in fear, waiting for a sharp, splitting pain to wipe away all traces of the pleasure these men had been honing. Instead, an incredible sensation of being filled welled up inside her, and her pussy began to throb around his warm, hard dick.

“It didn’t hurt,” she said in shock, staring at him. “The first time’s supposed to hurt.”

His smug grin returned. “Not with me.” He nuzzled her hair and kissed the top of her head.

“If your virginity is stolen by other than your intended mate, it’ll hurt like the dickens,” Kyle said. “But you’re with the ones you were meant to bond with.”

Aimee found her attention to his words dissolving in the wake of the potent yearning raging inside her. She shifted her pelvis back and forth in an attempt to get Dillon’s cock moving, reveling in the sharp pangs of erotic bliss that even the tiniest motion provoked.

She laid her head back on Kyle’s shoulder and moaned softly. “It feels so good.”

His growl in response was palpable to her through his chest. “It’s gonna get even better.”

Dillon’s hips pulled back, stealing away his long rod and her breath as well before plunging forward again. Her breasts jiggled harder, and her body climbed to a higher awareness with each thrust. She gripped his biceps, her nails digging into the scaly dragon tattoo on his right arm. Kyle’s hands slid down over her hips to knead her ass cheeks while Dillon fucked her.

“Jesus, I could lose myself inside you forever,” Dillon ground out as he shoved his hips into her. “I ain’t never wanted anythin’ this bad, Aimee. And I have wanted many things.”

He leaned closer and kissed her gently, sending tickles of surprised delight through her belly. How could he thrust so forcefully and yet join their lips with the tenderness of a chaste first kiss?

When she closed her eyes, desire and imagination caught her up in a whirlwind. For the first time in her life, she pictured herself in a romantic future. She saw Dillon kissing her like this up in the mountains, overlooking the falls while Kyle stood behind her, stroking her hair and whispering a lover’s secrets. She saw the three of them laughing together over a shared meal—cooked, of course, not a full moon emergency feed—while the men’s eyes flickered with erotic pleasure in the light of a crackling campfire. She saw them making love together in the cave, by the roaring waterfall, and in her bed.

Dillon’s strokes in and out united with her stream of consciousness, eroticizing her thoughts into increasingly exotic scenarios between the three of them—that is, until Kyle’s probing finger brought reality rushing back.

“What are you doing?” she said in alarm as the tip of his digit slipped inside her asshole.

Kyle chuckled softly. “Don’t fret, honey. You’re about to find out what it really means to belong to two men.”

“Not quite men,” Dillon said in a low, hoarse voice.

“Just relax,” Kyle said.

Aimee did the exact opposite. She tensed as his finger sank deeper, even though it didn’t hurt any more than Dillon’s rigorous claiming of her virginity had. In fact, it felt rather pleasant. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she said.

“That a fact?” Dillon thrust himself deeper inside and leveled her with a challenging stare. “Because you sure as hell feel like the most perfect fit imaginable. So slick and wet and hot.”

The pressure from Kyle’s finger disappeared, and she relaxed again until she felt his cock against her puckered hole instead. The memory of Kyle taking Dillon forcefully from behind shot her eyes wide. “Jesus,” she whispered over her shoulder. “You’re not possibly thinking of
that
?”

“Give into me,” Kyle said, and his voice teased around her longing, tantalizing her. “Give yourself permission to let go.” Despite the urging, his tone was as restrained and tense as she felt.

Before she could reply, he bent her forward slightly and pushed himself right into her impossibly tight hole. All three of them stiffened with a gasp-hiss, Aimee again out of a preemptive cry of pain that never happened. Emotions and lust coiled themselves around one another in her spirit while she tried to process the sensation of being utterly, wildly stuffed full of cock.