Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (29 page)

His cock was still hard and she felt it jump when she stroked his torso, and the gold in his pale blue eyes pulsed like a second heartbeat as he watched her. But his body was tense, and she saw a muscle twitching near his eye. “I feel it,” he said through gritted teeth, almost as if it pained him to say the words.

“Really?” She cocked her head at him. “I’m not so sure that you do.” Her hand smoothed lower down his body, over the abdomen that quivered beneath her touch. When her fingers grazed the velvet hardness of his dick, however, he captured her hand in his and pulled it away.

“You defied Solomon in order to have me,” she said, wondering why he was resisting. “How was it possible to disobey when he is your alpha?”

Kyle’s mouth twitched. “He’s not ‘mine.’ Not anymore. You are.” His eyes glimmered with a need that sent a rush of new wetness along the walls of her still-pulsating cunt.

“No, I’m not. I still feel the wall around you.” She was vaguely aware of the sounds of David, Solomon, and others culminating their union in what seemed mind-bending orgasms, but she was focused on Kyle. “The pack knows now that you’ve chosen Dillon and me. There’s no reason to fight off your emotions anymore. Is there?”

She saw the inner turmoil in his expression, the battle waging inside of him that she didn’t quite understand.

“Roll over on your back,” she said in a sultry, commanding tone.

He narrowed his eyes, but his growl lacked serious threat. “Few get to say that to an alpha, especially humans.”

She lifted her chin and enunciated every word while holding his gaze. “Lay down on your back.
Alpha
.”

“Why?”

With a smile, she twisted the hand he still held out of his grip. “Because while you have apparently claimed me, I have yet to claim you.”

The apprehension in his gaze began to crack, heat seeping through to flare his eyes bright yellow. “Bold words for a chained up
slave
.” An undertone of amusement colored the words as he flicked her collar lightly.

She gave him a coy smile and gripped the chain, sliding her hand over it the way she would stroke his cock. “Yeah, well I’m finding the whole bondage thing a lot hotter than I thought I would. Better you not waste it.”

That brought a seductive curve to his lips, and his eyes never left hers while he slowly lowered onto his back beside her. She wasted no time straddling his waist, and they both moaned when her damp pussy dragged along the rigid erection lying along his belly. She lifted up enough to fiddle beneath her and stick his cock along her soaking wet channel. After two tries she sank down, giving a gasp of shock when he bottomed out and took the wind right from her.

“Oh,” she said in a languid tone. “You’re almost buried to my throat.”

As much as part of her wanted to let the feeling of him being so deep wash over her, her body revolted when he groaned and rotated his hips beneath her. Her hips took control, grinding on his cock. Her thighs tensed as she rose up and settled down over and over, riding his pole until she had a momentary absurd image of taking a turn on a carousel.

“Are you sure that being a were’s mate won’t turn me into one too?” she asked, not missing a beat with her hip thrusts.

Kyle’s eyes rolled back while he appeared to struggle to retain composure. “My mark won’t affect you that way. Why?”

She wriggled herself to slam her hips on his pelvis harder, her breasts bouncing with each motion. “Because ever since I met you, I feel like there’s a wild animal inside me that’s desperate to claw its way out.”

“That so? I’m not sure I believe you. Yet.” He grabbed her hips tight while his wide hands helped grind her pelvis on his.

She shook her head, reveling in the feel of him working her hips to make her clit rub against his pubic bone. “It’s undeniably, irrevocably true. Why else would a woman who was a virgin twenty-four hours ago chain herself up in your cave and ride your cock in front of a pack of leering wolves?”

His eyes flashed, setting off little beacons of pleasure in her stomach. “You’re just sayin’ that because you’re tryin’ to get me to lose control.”

“No. But just for the record, is it working?”

With a feral growl, Kyle flipped their bodies over, and in a flash she was pinned beneath him. His rod still pulsed deep inside her. “Yeah. It might be workin’.”

He flexed his buttocks slowly and maddeningly to push himself down to her core. Every nerve ending in her body erupted in erotic tingles, and she tensed as pressure built in her pelvis. She wasn’t ready to come just yet. Not nearly. Yet the feel of being beneath her lover this way was exquisite. Every new position she had tried during her brief tenure as a sexual being unleashed a whole new dimension of eroticism, and while she thoroughly enjoyed dominating Kyle on top, she could definitely see the appeal of having him looming over her to take command of every stroke.

Desire was etched along every line and tense muscle on his rugged, masculine face, and her heart began skipping erratically as he stared down at her and swiveled his hips. She reached up to caress his face. “You are so damn sexy that I can’t stand it,” she said.

He jerked his head away from her hand. “Stop that,” he growled.

“Stop what?” She moved her hand along his face again, over the scar.

His gaze darkened and he pinned her arms over her head, no longer thrusting inside her. “Pretendin’ I’m not scarred, damaged goods don’t make it true, and it don’t turn me on.”

She scowled up at him. “The only thing that’s damaged is your common sense. I happen to find that scar damn sexy.” She lifted her head and ran her tongue seductively along the puckered groove. “Everything about you turns me on.”

Kyle twisted away so she could no longer see that side of his face. “Give it a rest.”

Aimee yanked her arms out from under his. “Is that what this is about? You’ll fuck me, but not make love to me because you think a mark on your skin turns me off?” He glared at her but didn’t reply. “Get off that pity train. When I say your scar looks hot, that isn’t just some hollow, patronizing claim. It’s a hard fact of sexual chemistry. So deal with my attraction to you already. Because it just got a whole lot more intense.”

With an angry little grunt, Aimee pulled his head down to hers and dragged his lower lip between her teeth while she began rotating her hips beneath him. “I love you, Kyle,” she whispered against his mouth. “And I want you to make love to me in a way that will let you know it.”

He stopped thrusting, his breathing ragged and hot against her lips as he studied her face. Her pussy throbbed for attention, but she lay still beneath him and fought the urge to gyrate her pelvis. Then he rose up so that he stared down from well above her, supporting his weight on his hands. “So you chained yourself up naked in a cave, ordered me onto my back so you could ride me wild durin’ a werewolf orgy, and now you expect me to make sweet love to you?”

She shrugged and fluttered her eyelids. “Is that a problem?”

He froze for a long moment, then let his head fall back while he pulled his thick, hard cock backward a torturous centimeter at a time until the wide head was stretching her entrance. There he hesitated until her heart hammered and her clit pulsed with vicious need. When his gaze returned to hers, his pupils were wide and rimmed in the orange-gold of an island sunset. That stare pulled her straight into its depths, where she could finally see him. Where she could see a longing that pierced her to the marrow.

He pushed his hips forward, and every inch grew more intense, more personal, until finally he let out a long, low groan. “Yeah, I think I can manage that.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, spinning so high within his gaze that she knew she had to break contact, yet found herself unable to look away. Her body ignited with a blaze of yearning that made her wonder for a brief moment whether she’d opened a Pandora’s box she hadn’t been prepared for.

Aimee averted her eyes first, shutting hers when his next thrust threatened to unhinge her from reality completely. She’d wanted to experience his feelings for her, and now the intensity was almost too incredible to bear.

Her eyes fluttered back open when she felt him press a tender, feather-light kiss on her forehead. His expression when he pulled away melted her insides. “You have been one surprise after the other since I saw you standin’ in this cave at the exact wrong moment,” he said. “You ain’t nothin’ like I expected, Aimee Jo Stevens. But damn if you ain’t everythin’ that I want.”

She swallowed a thick lump that sprang to her throat. “Then show me.”

He seemed to unhinge at that. His eyes squeezed shut as he pumped himself inside her pussy, deep and long strokes that were far from the pistoning action of a man merely taking selfish pleasure inside a woman. Each time his cock bottomed out inside her, he touched a brimming pool of emotion in her and sent it rippling outward, wider and higher each time until she felt as dizzy as if she were on a roller coaster plummeting down a steep track. There was no denying that what she felt for the men she’d only known a few days was bigger than her entire body or spirit could hold. It flared and pushed out of her every time he moved, leaving her fighting to catch her breath.

The cave had gone completely silent now, save for her and Kyle’s ragged gasps with every stroke. As her impending climax suddenly sharpened toward the apex, Kyle bent down and whispered in her ear. “I do love you, Aimee. I feel so damn lucky that you agreed to be mine. I thought you never would.”

She felt a hot tear roll back along her temple into her hair, and his eyes bore a suspicious sheen when he rose up to look at her. “Oh, Kyle,” was all she could say. She threaded her hands through the back of his hair and pulled him down to her breast as he rocked against her. He stiffened and sucked in a breath, and together they shouted out an orgasm that took her completely out of the cave, Shay Falls, and her senses.

She was still clutching him tightly to her bosom, both of them panting heavily and slick with sweat, when she came floating back to reality some while later. When her eyes opened, Dillon was sitting above her head, stroking a hand through her hair. Every pair of eyes in the cave, human and canine alike, was riveted to her and Kyle.

Kyle raised his head from her chest and glanced at Dillon. “I’m sorry that I’ve been such a tight-ass,” Kyle said.

Dillon leaned over to grab one of Kyle’s round globes. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I kinda like your tight ass.”

She was entranced by the moment passing between the men when Solomon cleared his throat and shattered the reverie. “I hate to admit it,” the man said, “but I’d say what I just witnessed settles things rather completely.”

Kyle glanced down at her, then back up at the alpha. “Because you felt my love for her when we cemented the bond.”

Solomon shook his head. “No. Because I didn’t.” He stood up and tugged on his jeans. “And judging from the way you were looking at her while you two were making love, I know I should have.”

Without answering, Kyle pulled out of Aimee and rolled beside her. Dillon was there right away with her blazer to hide the curves she was no longer quite as eager to have on public display.

“The bond between us was severed the moment you marked your woman,” Solomon went on while Kyle and Dillon grabbed their own jeans. “I felt it clear enough. I’m just sorry I wasn’t thinking clear enough to realize it was inevitable before anyone got hurt.” He glanced her way, and Aimee knew he was apologizing as much to her as he was to Kyle. “And I’ve been a shifter long enough that I am not normally swayed by the scent of a female. That might have gotten in the way some as well.”

She nodded and glanced at David, who had shifted into wolf form again. He sat on his haunches beside two of the others. He wasn’t looking at her anymore. His attention was focused on Solomon.

“This is where we part ways,” Solomon said to Kyle. “I’m sorry to lose you.”

Kyle, who was tugging on his boots, stopped and faced the man. They stared at each other for a weighted span, their eyes flaring gold. Aimee wondered what passed between them in that moment.