Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

After a moment where everyone stood frozen, Dillon began to gyrate his hips. Aimee’s insides promptly melted into churning, hot lava.

“Shit, that’s unbelievable,” Dillon said, mirroring her thoughts. “I can feel Kyle’s cock right through your walls.”

“Yeah,” Kyle said. “I feel you, too.”

Both men began to move, and Aimee gripped Dillon’s shoulders while indulging the feel of being the soft filling in a double meat sandwich. Climactic pressure began an arduous, heady climb, each grind of Dillon’s pelvis against her clit sending her another rung higher.

“Damn, your ass feels so fuckin’ good,” Kyle said. “Do you like havin’ my cock in there, darlin’?”

He shoved harder, and every nerve ending in her pelvis screamed with pleasure. “Yes.”

Which wet, pulsing cock felt better was a debate she would have loved to consider for hours, although the way they were moving made it feel like she was being plundered by one gigantic, throbbing organ. When the rhythmic thrusting and grunting sounds threatened to drive her to sexual blackout, Dillon took hold of her face and brought her attention back to him. “You’re mine,” he said. “Admit you belong with us.”

“I’ll admit nothing has ever felt this good in my life,” she said between ragged breaths. “It feels so right, being here with you both.”

“You were meant to be here,” Kyle said, his voice far calmer than she felt. “I acknowledge you as Dillon’s bond mate. Accept us as yours. Agree to take my mark right now and make your place in our pack official.”

Climax toyed with Aimee, looming just on the brink, but his words pushed that release just out of reach. “I can’t,” she breathed.

“Yes, you can,” Dillon said, stroking her face. “Feel me inside you. Feel us both.” He pushed himself deeper, and her eyes fluttered closed as the powerful need threatened to whisk her away from reality again. He took hold of her chin. “No, look at me while I make love to you. Look deep in my eyes.”

She obeyed, finding a churning gold kaleidoscope that threatened to unhinge her. He pulled back and slid his shaft deep again. “See? It’s not just part of my body thrustin’ into you. I’m givin’ you all that I am, Aimee. My body, my soul, everythin’ I have is now a part of you. A were’s bond to his mate is fierce and forever. The love I feel for you burns so hot inside me that I can’t barely breathe.”

Words could not form themselves in her mind. Both men driving themselves to her core in tandem made it almost impossible to even register his declaration, but instinctive warmth spread through her chest at the last. Dillon not only lusted after her but claimed to love her. And if the look in his eyes and the heat in her soul were any indication, he was telling the utter truth.

“The bond is so close,” Kyle said in an awestruck whisper unlike his normally reserved tone. “I feel it washin’ over me. Let me mark you, Aimee.”

“No,” she said, though the word came through a thick layer of emotion in her throat.

“He won’t hurt you,” Dillon said. “Just for a quick second, then it’ll feel so good you’ll come in a heartbeat.”

“That’s not why,” she said. “I just can’t offer you that right now.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” Kyle said through gritted teeth. “I’m past ready to shoot my load deep in her ass.”

“Kiss me,” Aimee whispered close to Dillon’s obviously disappointed face. “Let me have your love for just one night. Just for this moment.”

“No,” he said, but he pumped his hips against her harder. “You’ll have it forever.”

He nodded to Kyle before thrusting harder, pinching her nipples with both hands. Kyle pulled her face up toward him and leaned in to kiss her deep. She gasped at Dillon’s rough attentions to her sensitive buds and Kyle’s fingers lightly stroking her throat while he kissed her. Their combined touch violently breached the final gateway of resistance separating her from climax. Orgasm roared to life like a starving lioness awakened from a long winter’s sleep. Her body clenched and exploded in passion until she knew the only thing holding her upright was the rocking motion of the two men’s powerful, thrusting bodies.

Kyle shuddered and came just as the first waves took her. “I’m comin’,” he said against his lips with a loud groan. “Take every last drop.”

Their cries of pleasure finally unhinged Dillon. He leaned his head back into the shower spray as his climax hit him. An anguished growl came out of him while water streamed down his magnificent body, and when his warm fluid gushed into her pussy, it sent her soaring over another peak.

Her body shook with fatigue in the aftermath, but the smile plastered to her face dissolved even faster when her eyes reopened to see Dillon’s face morphing. The change was beginning.

“Kyle,” she said in alarm. “Oh, no.”

Both the men’s still-hard cocks pulled out of her as Kyle yanked her backward, pressing against him as far back along the shower as they could get. “Shit,” he said over her shoulder. “I was too distracted by my own needs to realize this would happen. Take it easy, Dillon. You got this. Stay with us. Focus on your humanity.”

But it was too late. Dillon literally fell away, dropping to the wet floor of the shower into his brown-gray wolf form. Water poured down over the animal’s back, and he looked up into what Aimee knew must be a startled expression, with yellow eyes and an open mouth that displayed pointed, white teeth. She tucked herself tightly inside Kyle’s embrace. “Now what?” she whispered. “Shouldn’t we run?”

“He won’t hurt you,” Kyle said. “Will you, boy? Remembering our humanity while we are wolves comes before total control over shifts. He knows who we are and who he is.”

Dillon stared up at him with his head cocked as if listening intently, then bent down to sniff at the shower floor. He found the remaining chunk of meat that had been washed pale by the steady stream of water, and then proceeded to gulp it down in two big bites. He licked his chops and gazed back up at them.

“Fine beast you are,” Kyle said. “Go ahead and eat
my
steak after I saved you a whoopin’ from a truck.”

Dillon actually appeared to shoot the man a wide wolf grin in response.

“Can I touch him?” Aimee asked.

“Of course. Just watch yourself.”

She was already reaching out but froze at his cautionary statement. “Why? Will he bite me?”

Kyle snorted. “No, but he might start humpin’ on your leg.”

She made a face. “Ew.”

“Just kiddin’,” Kyle said. “Go ahead.”

His fur was thick and wet with warm water as she ran her hands over his head and down along the scruff of his neck. Dillon just stood there, his eyes squinted shut while she stroked him.

“He feels nice.”

“Smells like wet dog, though,” Kyle said, and laughed in response to Dillon’s growl.

“I think he smells good,” Aimee said. “Like the wild woods in springtime.”

Dillon sat on his haunches, but when the posture sent streams of water onto his head, he promptly shook it and snorted out water in apparent disgust. He got up and raised a paw to begin clawing at the door.

Kyle leaned over to shut off the water. Dillon lifted his head and stuck his nose under Kyle’s outstretched armpit, then sneezed and shot him a look. “Guess he thinks my shower shouldn’t be over yet, either. Smart-ass.” He gave Dillon a firm but playful slap on the rump and slid open the door. The wolf jumped out first, followed by Kyle. He held out a hand to help Aimee out, wrapping her in one of the thick, green towels hanging on the rack over the toilet. “Sorry about your nightie,” he said. “I’ll buy you another.”

She stopped herself short of asking how he could afford silk lingerie when Dillon, in highly inconvenient canine fashion, shook his entire body to fling off water. Droplets shot every which way, and Aimee ducked for cover with a giggle as the excess sprayed her face and arms.

“Jesus, dog,” Kyle said with a mock scowl. “Where are your damn manners? You’re in a lady’s apartment, not the great outdoors. You don’t see me sprayin’ her walls.”

Dillon trotted off into the bedroom with his tail held high, and Aimee laughed. “Maybe he doesn’t remember as much of his humanity as you thought.”

“Oh, he remembers. In case you hadn’t noticed, his assometer goes up quite a bit when he’s shifted.”

She smirked at him. “‘Assometer’?”

“Technical term for the smart-ass attitude a lot of weres take on. Dillon practically invented it.”

“At least he keeps his humor,” she said, following Kyle into the bedroom. “Do you? When you’re a wolf, I mean. Do you act the same as Dillon?”

“No. We stay mostly like we are when we’re phased, just more intense.”

“So in Dillon’s case, smart-ass is as smart-ass does?”

His scar crinkled with a faint smile. “Somethin’ like that.”

Dillon had stopped at the foot of the bed and turned around to face them. His ears were perked up and tongue hanging out. Aimee pulled off her towel and stooped over him. “Here, let me dry you off, you beast.”

She rubbed him with her towel, and Dillon began licking the side of her throat with his long, rough tongue. Kyle came up behind her and rubbed her hair and back with the towel while she dried Dillon. Then she dropped her towel and took Kyle’s to return the favor on him. His muscles were taut and tempting as the terry cloth glided along the hard lines of his body, and she had to swallow down the urge to initiate round two by fondling the cock that had maintained a barely erect status. When she stood up, he took her by the cheeks and gave her a soft, lingering kiss that took the chill right off her damp skin.

“Will you stay the night?” she asked, glancing at her bed. There was barely enough room on the queen-size for two buff cowboys and herself, but she’d happily squeeze between their hot bodies in exchange for one night to lie blissfully quiet and safe in their arms. Who knew when she’d have a chance again?

Dillon turned toward the bed, but Kyle clucked at him. “Uh-uh. You’re still wet, and I ain’t sleepin’ in a bed mussed up by damp dog.”

“I have a blow dryer,” Aimee offered.

Minutes later, she laughed at Dillon’s peaceful, closed-eye expression while warm air fluffed his beautiful brown-and-gray fur. “You remind me of a dog with his head stuck out the car window,” she said. “Yet another thing I never dreamed I’d be doing this weekend—giving a wolf the gift of a beauty salon treatment.”

“Don’t pamper him too much,” Kyle said. “He might get used to it.”

“Better than lying in a damp old cave,” she said, turning to him. “Besides, you’re next.”

He arched a brow. “In that case, pamper away.”

His blond hair was mostly dry by the time she ran a comb through it with blasts of air, but she enjoyed the way the pale, silken strands felt while she stroked through them. He took the dryer from her hand. “When’s the last time anyone pampered
you
, darlin’?”

She blinked, unable to think of a time while he blew the tingly, heated air over her hair and shoulders. With her curls, a comb would not be sliding through her wet head any time soon, but his fingers sliding through her scalp felt like heaven. Relaxed and calm, exhaustion weighed her down again by the time the dryer fell silent at last.

The three of them crawled into bed together—two naked, one furry and curled up on the far edge—and Aimee listened to the rhythm of their breaths and to the sound of her spirit ringing with two distinctly different tones. One bell chimed with the joy, fullness and security in the aftermath of two cowboys peeling away her innocence to reveal the woman inside. The other bell rang with loneliness, with the knowledge that she was lying between two men she was not truly a part of and never could be. Regret that she had given into base needs and rejected that logic swirled inside of her. Had she just kept up her guard, she could have prevented the empty hole from opening in her spirit.