Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (32 page)

“What is that?” Her thumb prodded at the anomaly, and she blinked behind the darkness of her blindfold. “Did you just put a ring on me?”

“It’s only fair for you to wear a ring of ours, since you came to us wearin’ one from another guy.”

“Consider the ring a token to go along with that mark,” Kyle said, grinding his hips against her hand. “Weres consider the matin’ bond as a fair equivalent to marriage. If we decide to do somethin’ more legally bindin’ later, you’ll already have the ring.”

Her heart pounded as she twirled the band around experimentally. “Can I see it?” She held her left hand up in front of her as high as her arm would go.

He pulled his erection out of her hand. The blindfold was tugged down over her nose and mouth, and there in front of her was a crisscrossed double band of gleaming gold. One had a brushed finish, while the other shone like her cowboys’ eyes.

“We wanted two joined bands so one could represent each of us,” Dillon said.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, emotion choking her throat.

Then the backdrop around her hand came into focus, and her eyes widened as she took in the view. She was all of maybe three feet from a tree-studded cliff, and the falls were visible in the stunning vista from much closer than at the overlook she’d visited with David. The green, lush mountainside and the spray of the majestic Shay Falls drop-off were crisp, breathtaking, and completely unhindered from this vantage point.

“Oh, my God, it’s so beautiful,” she said. “Just stunning.”

“The ring, or the view?” Kyle asked, nuzzling her shoulder as he stood beside her.

“Both. Where are we?” She twisted around to survey the open flat expanse of landscape behind her. “Is this near the advanced trail?”

“We’re on private land,” Kyle said, pausing to meet Dillon’s gaze from her other side. “My land.”

“This is part of the old West Ways Ranch?” Dillon asked in a tone of slight awe. “Wasn’t sure I’d ever see this place.”

“Figured it was high time to bring you both here. And break it in again with some new memories.” He took hold of Aimee’s chin to turn her face to his, then placed a kiss on her lips so tender that she felt her insides turn to mush. When he pulled back, however, his eyes were glittering with a wicked heat. “Get down on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

The gleaming desire evident in his eyes had her scrambling and rattling in her shackles to comply. He came around in front of her, careful not to get too close to the edge of their unfettered view of the mountainside. When he knelt in front of her, she assumed he meant for her to suck his straining cock, but when she opened her mouth and tried to take him in, he pushed her away. Instead, he slid down under her, scooting his naked back along the dirt until his head was right beneath hers as she knelt above him. “Straddle my cock. Sink it all the way inside that hot, sweet cunt.”

Aimee’s heart pounded with delicious anticipation as she groped the head of his dick and lowered herself onto it. Both of them hissed as his impossibly stiff erection filled her dripping pussy inch by glorious inch.

He closed his eyes for a moment. “Ah, yeah. That’s right, baby. All the way down. Then stop.”

She sat herself upright until she felt him hit bottom.

His gaze returned to her filled with fire. “I’ve brought you to nature’s most spectacular view, chained you up, and given you my ring. I suppose you’ll want to make slow, sweet love to me now?”

She shook her head. “Hell, no. I’m so hot to fuck you that my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest. Please.”

His eyes darkened with need. “Good answer. Dillon?”

The other man came around to the side of them so she could see he was stroking his hard, reddened shaft.

“I need that thick meat of yours in my mouth,” Kyle said, and Aimee’s heart skipped a beat at the wicked gleam in his eye when it met Dillon’s. “I’d never seen your cock get as big and hard as it’s done since Aimee wandered into the cave. Must ache like hell.”

“It will if it don’t get some attention soon,” Dillon said, his voice hoarse. “Both of you are makin’ me fuckin’ insane.”

He knelt beside Kyle’s head and leaned over him. The moment Kyle’s mouth slid onto his shaft, Dillon let out an almost agonized moan that sent Aimee’s hips into a wild gyration.

She sat back, shifting her chained hands until they rested behind her on Kyle’s tense thighs. She ground her cunt lips on his pelvis and watched his tongue and lips turn Dillon’s cock into a glistening, purple blade. Dillon’s jaw clenched as he shoved himself deep in Kyle’s mouth, prompting her to pivot her hips faster. She worked herself back and forth, then around in circles, fucking Kyle until her bangs stuck to her forehead and rivulets of sweat ran down her bouncing breasts.

“You know what you want,” Kyle said to Dillon in a tight voice when he pulled away from his dick. “Take it now.”

Excitement tickled her senses at his commanding tone. Aimee wondered what he meant for Dillon to do to him and almost voiced the question before Dillon’s head whipped around to her. His eyes were churning with feral gold, and his jaw lengthened just enough to see the tips of fangs protrude. Whatever he had planned, it involved her. Her lust churned faster at the thought.

As fast as the facial distortion had come, it disappeared again. But his eyes still bore the erotic flame that made her clit throb. She rubbed it harder against Kyle to ease the ache.

“Bend over,” Dillon said to her in a near growl. “Lay yourself down on Kyle.”

He got up and moved behind her, pushing her down by the shoulders even though she was already moving to obey. She felt Kyle wriggle his legs apart and Dillon kneel between them. Lying belly-to-belly on Kyle spread her ass cheeks wide, and Dillon slid his wet cock head up against her anus.

Realizing what he had in mind, she began to wriggle impatiently on Kyle’s cock. He groaned and pulled her lips down to his. “You feel so fuckin’ good,” he said, thrusting his hips upward and his tongue deep inside her mouth. His arms wrapped around her narrow waist, drawing her tight against his slick, muscled body while he ground himself against her pussy until breath left her.

Then Dillon thrust his shaft in her ass with an animal grunt, and she cried out with a desperate moan of desire she was sure others on the mountain would hear whether she was on private land or not. He leaned over her back until she felt his hot breath against her neck. “You do feel fuckin’ good. Your ass is so tight I already want to fill it full of my cum.” He pushed himself into her again, sending a groan out of Kyle this time. “You want to fuck Kyle hard, do you? How do you want to fuck me, darlin’? How do you want me to give it to you?”

Another climax was dangerously near, and while she knew she’d explode faster than she wanted if she gave in to the overpowering urge to fuck these men like a wild thing, she also knew primal need would win out.

She shoved her hips back against him with a grunt. Her nipples tightened as they slid back along Kyle’s chest.

“Oh, yeah,” he crooned, sliding a hand under her belly and pulling her torso up a bit. “Get up on your hands and fuck me, then. Fuck both our cocks together like a bitch in heat, if that’s what you want.”

It took a couple shifts in angle to figure out what he meant, but she soon realized that with her hands steadied on the ground above Kyle’s shoulders, she could rock herself up and down on two cocks simultaneously. Once that rhythm took her over, pleasure flooded every inch of her until it crowded out most of her rational thought. Dillon gripped her hips while she pounded herself against them. Kyle reached between their bodies to tweak and pinch her sensitive, tight nipples as her breasts jiggled beneath her. The tangy scent of sex and sweat mingled with fresh mountain air. She whimpered and moaned louder each time she thrust back to fill her lower half with two lovers at once, and every nerve ending in her body soon began screaming for release from the intense pressure building in her clit and pussy.

Dillon grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back. “I can’t wait anymore,” he growled, mimicking her thoughts. “I’m gonna mark you, Aimee. Finally.”

“Finally?” she breathed. “I haven’t even known you a week.”

“Yeah. But I’ve been waitin’ for you for years.”

“Do it, Dillon,” Kyle ground out. “Make your own claim on her flesh.”

With a snarl that aroused rather than alarmed, she felt his fangs bury themselves in the shoulder opposite from Kyle’s mark. Sexual energy shot through her like cannon fire as she stared ahead, watching the surreal power of the waterfall pouring down to the depths below. She stiffened and cried out as one more thrust took her beyond ecstasy. Dillon reared back, relinquishing his hold on her shoulder as he shouted out her name. The three of them shuddered in ecstatic convulsions that lasted for a seemingly endless stretch, hot cum filling her until it leaked out and wet all their thighs. Climax receded at long last, leaving them panting and collapsed in a fevered, sweaty heap.

They each remained in their own alternate state of reality for some time as they uncoupled, and Aimee’s breaths and heartbeat slowed only after several silent minutes had passed.

A short while later, the three of them looked out at the majestic scenery with Aimee reclining against Dillon’s bare chest and Kyle stretched out alongside them. Dillon stroked her hair while she ran a hand absently along Kyle’s rock hard thigh until he captured it to play with the new ring on her finger.

“I can’t imagine any place more beautiful,” she said while she gawked at the landscape, feeling happy little tingles from his contact with her hand. “And to think you own this view.”

“This was always my favorite spot,” he said, nodding to a copse of pines nearby. “I used to tie Monty up to that tree over there and just stand here, starin’ out over the cliff.”

She shot him a look. “Oh, really? I thought I was the first person you bound up on this spot.”

He grinned. “Monty wasn’t a person. He was my horse.”

“A horse named Monty?” Dillon asked with a teasing lilt.

“It was short for Montezuma. Stubborn as all go-get, but a real beauty.” Kyle glanced at Aimee. “A lot like someone else I know.”

“What happened to him?” she asked. She regretted the words when Kyle’s expression immediately went grim.

He let go of her hand and sat up, staring out over the falls. “He’s dead.”

She laid a hand on his thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn hard, losin’ a good animal,” Dillon added.

Kyle’s jaw set. “Especially when you’re the one who murdered it.” Her eyes widened, but she tried to maintain a neutral expression when he turned to them. “I killed him the night I changed my brand-new ranch boss into a werewolf.”

She felt Dillon stiffen slightly behind her. “You never told me you turned someone,” he said.

“It was an accident.” Kyle scowled and added, “Well, that’s not exactly true. It was my own stupidity that done it. If I’d have just listened to Solomon, it never would have happened.” He fell silent, staring at the landscape.

“If you don’t want to talk about it…” Aimee said.

He sat cross-legged, facing them. “It was the first full moon after I was turned. Solomon had saved my life but couldn’t save me from my own denial. I wanted nothin’ to do with bein’ a werewolf, and even less to do with his pack of cowboy and societal rejects. All I wanted was to go back to ranch life. So despite Solomon’s warnin’, I tried to carry on like I hadn’t been turned into somethin’ unnatural. It became obvious straight off that things would never be the same.”

“Your animals got skittish as hell, no doubt,” Dillon said.

Kyle grunted. “To put it mildly. That bite effectively ended my career. Although since I was dyin’ when Solomon marked me, I suppose my ranch days were over either way.”

“You must have had hands on board who could have picked up the slack for you,” Dillon said. “Far as I could tell, that’s how Kade Winchester managed to keep his ranch runnin’ even though both he and his partner are weres.”