Disgraced Cowboys (Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 3) [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (9 page)

Her heart hammered as she fell into that gaze, and her stomach was doing all sorts of wild gymnastics. She felt one of his hands caress her back, and while the innocent stroking didn’t seem headed toward any incriminating spots, his touch lit a fire in her nonetheless. The way his eyes possessed her—yes, it seared like a brand.

The way Marcus’s had.

“We can’t both be his mates,” she whispered.

“Why not?”

“Because that’s crazy. How does that even make sense?”

“So, you admit it,” he said, his wandering hand moving to stroke her arm beneath their shared blanket. “You feel the connection.”

She took a deep breath to steady her voice. “Attraction isn’t automatic grounds for commitment.”

“No. But it’s grounds for this.”

His face dropped closer, and Brandi’s mouth opened for a retort just in time to receive the powerful jolt of his lips. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even think as his hot, full mouth teased her with sensual fire. Their electric chemistry short-circuited her brain, not to mention her will to resist, and she let out a tiny whimper. A roaring whoosh sound almost made her whip around to make sure the falls hadn’t suddenly diverted into the cave, drawn to the powerful connection. But it was only the sound of blood pumping through her ears.

Her own god of thunder was kissing her senseless in the middle of untamed nature.

A throaty moan against her lips sent ripples of desire through her spine, and he pressed himself closer. When he raked her lower lip seductively through his teeth, she had a sudden urge to shove him to the ground.

One final, though fading bastion of reason tried to wedge itself between her and the man whose power over her was swelling faster than his impressive cock. A power, it seemed, that was matched by only one other man. She drew back from his kiss and placed a palm on his hot chest, feeling his heart pounding wildly beneath it.

“What about Marcus?” she said with a telltale rasp to her voice. “I thought we were supposed to figure out a way to find him.”

Seth growled slightly and slipped a hand behind her head. “I just figured out a way. I know exactly how to find our lost cowboy.”

He claimed her lips again, his mouth hungry and demanding this time. The blanket clutched around them was forgotten when he slid both arms around her and practically ground his body against hers. When the quilt fell to the cave floor, Brandi barely noticed. The heat rising from the two of them, joined by the nearby fire, was all the warmth she needed—and then some.

Still, once the blanket shielding them was gone, Seth suddenly seemed much more naked, much more real somehow. His hard cock jerked and throbbed against her belly, and he pushed his hips against her while he plunged his tongue in her mouth.

Her hands snaked into his hair, reveling in the thick waves as she pulled his head tighter to her. Shifting her hips back and forth rubbed his balls and base of his cock right against her mound, where her clit was pulsing wildly.

“Jesus, Brandi,” Seth said against her lips. “Teasin’ me like that’s gonna get you flat on your back beneath me in a minute.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispered.

She worked her hips faster, sliding her hands down the broad, muscled expanse of his back to grab the ass cheeks she’d been dying to feel. God, this man was built more like a bear than a wolf. He was huge—everywhere that mattered. His ass cheeks, however, were perfect, tight rounds that fit nicely in her hands when she used them as handles to hold his lower half steady while she worked her groin against it.

His hands slipped around to find the swells of her breasts, and a sharp exhalation hissed from her when he pinched her hard, long nipples with an expertly teasing touch.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he crooned. “Rub against me. Fuck that beautiful cunt against my balls.”

His dirty talk shot through her, heightening her need. Juices smeared her thighs as she writhed against his skilled hands and willing body. Orgasmic pressure climbed quickly in her pelvis, which shocked her. She never responded to men this way, yet both of the men who’d been deemed her “mates” unleashed a sexual frenzy in her. She was so desperate for Seth that her nails clawed along his wide shoulders and down his back over and over, digging into his ass each time to work her clit against his pelvis. He shuddered in response and pulled out of their kiss long enough to tip his head back, his mouth open in a silent cry. With the expanse of his throat visible and his eyes shut, he looked so, well, beautiful. A graceful animal, ready to howl at the moon.

Or topple over the edge of ecstasy.

The feeling of power it gave her to have this effect on a superhuman male specimen was far different than the satisfaction of men handing over money to watch her strut her stuff. The surge of sexual domination was overwhelming—and a fucking turn-on to boot. Not that she was the sole dominating force here. As much as she was pulling apart Seth’s control, he had all but decimated hers.

When his attention came back to her, his eyes were a fiery golden color. “I gave fair warnin’,” he growled.

He pulled away long enough to grab the quilt pooled at their feet and spread it out near the fire. Then he took her by the hand and pulled her onto the middle of it.

“What, you’re not dragging me by the hair?” she asked with a mischievous smile. “I thought you were a caveman?”

“Wait here.”

He strode to the back corner of the cave-alcove, those wondrous ass cheeks twitching enough to make Brandi drool. He snatched something off the cot, and the view on his way back was literally jaw-dropping. The small camping pillow he clutched got dropped near the edge of the quilt, and his eyes left the spot to find hers. They were burning with needs she was well past feeling, and the tiny smile his lips curved into left no mystery as to who that pillow was meant for.

If there was one thing Brandi knew, it was how to move her body in a slutty, male-torturing manner. She applied this skill with a smoldering, come-hither expression as she knelt down in the deep squat she performed on stage. Her knees were thrust far apart, and without the stripper thong she normally wore, the lewd maneuver hid nothing from his rabid gaze. Instead of waiting for dollar bills before rising for the finish, however, she let him get a good look at her pink, widely spread pussy lips before reaching her hands behind her to support her weight on her arms. She gave her pelvis an upward thrust before lowering herself onto her elbows.

“You sure ain’t one to heed a man’s gentlemanly warnin’,” he said with a growl. “You ain’t gonna stop until I’m fuckin’ you like an animal, are you?”

“Gentleman?” She teased one of her breasts while he watched her eyes take in every rock-hard, gleaming inch of him. Her stare fastened to the red, throbbing cock that was in perfect proportion to the rest of his massively toned physique. “I’m pretty sure
gentlemen
don’t talk to a lady the way you do.”

Oh, yeah, the look he razed her with now was every bit as intense and hungered as the way he’d stared at the moon over the falls. She licked her lips like a porno star, feeling her pulse quicken at the thought of tasting that hot, stiff flesh. “Mother of mercy,” she teased, pinching a nipple between her red-colored nails as she stared appreciatively at the shaft jutting out at her. “I think I’ve discovered Thor’s hammer.”

“What is this thing with you and Thor?”

She gave him her most seductive smile. “I’m not sure, but I think I’m about to find out.”

His mouth quirked upward briefly, but his expression was all business when he sank to his knees between her obscenely spread legs. “You are so unbelievably beautiful. I want to do everythin’ imaginable to you, but all I can think about now is how hard and fast I want to fuck you.”

Her cunt clenched at the thought. In reply, she lowered herself the rest of the way until her head rested on the pillow he’d thoughtfully provided. The ground was firm beneath her, but she was pleased to find it had a surprising amount of give.

When he leaned over her, his palms resting on the blanket above her shoulders, she squirmed in anticipation. She couldn’t wait for him to sink inside her. God help her, he might even manage what no other man had done for her before. That realization triggered flashes of other men who had hovered over her just like Seth, and how she’d laid there trying to feel something while they sucked on her neck and thrust their dicks inside her spasmodically. She thought of how they’d groped at her while she’d stared at the ceiling, wondering what was wrong with her. Why she couldn’t experience what other girls—even all the other strippers she knew—could readily achieve unless she was alone.

Her eyes found the “ceiling” here, the irregular, solid-packed earth dancing in shadows and firelight. What if it happened again? What if, despite the desperate, pulsing need and her soaking wet cunt, the sensations shut down like always?

Fear clutched at her throat, and she felt her arousal slipping. Damn her crappy timing. Why’d she have to think of that now?

“Shit,” she whispered well under her breath, but it was enough for Seth to hear.

“Where did you go?” he asked, and his voice, while deep and rumbling above her, was surprisingly tender. “Come back to me.”

He leaned closer, blocking her view of the ceiling. He narrowed her sights until her vision was filled with nothing but him. The glowing gold in his eyes had erased all traces of the piercing blue, and his bulky, muscled shoulders flexed with the effort of holding himself over her. The concern in that animal gaze made her pulse give a little skip, and a smile touched her lips.

“I’m right here,” she said, her eyes tracing the shimmer of his hair as it hung down over his forehead, the strong, square lines of his jaw, and the sleek Adam’s apple bobbing at his throat. “And
you
are so unbelievably beautiful.”

Her hands slipped around his shoulders, pulling him to her. With a slight shudder, he went to her lips, but rather than the furious kiss and impatient thrust of a cock that she expected, he kissed her slowly, passionately. His lips traveled all over her face and neck until her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy was again throbbing in frustration.

He traced the spiral of her tattoo again, and he let out a funny little growl. “You know why you make these marks, don’t you?” He flicked his tongue sensually over her jaw. “You’re driven to mark yourself after sex because your instinct knows you were supposed to be marked by your mates. A pleasure you’ve thus far been denied.”

She dug her long nails into his back as she pushed her hips against him, trying to get him to give in and take the only thing men wanted from her. The only thing she had to give him right now, before she exploded.

Seth held back, keeping his dick carefully away from her even when her hands slid down to grab his ass firmly in an attempt to shove him against her. Then it dawned on her why he was holding back, and she gasped. How could she have been so thoughtless?

Her hands moved up to the sides of his head as he moved down her body to plant luscious, wet kisses on her breasts, avoiding the hard nubs that cried for his attention. “Please tell me you have condoms stashed away as part of your caveman provisions,” she whispered, arching her back with a tiny hiss when a lock of his hair swept accidentally over one of her nipples.

He gave a laugh that tripped along her spine. “Ain’t nothin’ to worry about there, darlin’. Werewolves don’t carry disease. And my fertile cycle ain’t for four months.”

She blinked as his mouth nipped the sensitive undersides of her full mounds. “Then why the delay to saddle up, cowboy? I thought you couldn’t wait to fuck me.”

“Uh-uh.” As he shook his head, he lowered it to deliberately tickle her breasts with his hair. “Not until you come.”

“But I can’t.” He raised his head and gave her a quizzical look. “I mean,” she added, “it’s nothing personal. It’s just something I don’t do.”

“You’ve never come before?”

She felt a new flush of heat race to her cheeks. “I
can
, by myself. But a man can’t give me an orgasm.”

He grunted and gave a nod of understanding. “That’s because you ain’t never been with the right man.”

Brandi swallowed. Her most recent orgasm flashed to mind, but that one didn’t count. She’d basically masturbated herself on Marcus. Either way, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Now there’d be pressure on both of them to perform.

She started to protest, but he cut her off with a wink and a “Shh.”

Then, holding her gaze steadily, he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue out to barely graze the tip of her stiff, throbbing nipples. Stabs of lust shot to her groin, and she moaned a little.

“Trust me,” he said, the words dripping with sensuality. “Let go. Just be with me.”

And that’s what she did.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and her moan this time hit the ceiling she no longer cared to see. Rolling his tongue around her hard bud sent a warm flood of wetness seeping from her cunt onto the quilt beneath her. Seth moved to the other nipple, bathing it with his tongue while he pinched her other nipple with an incredibly talented touch. Her clit almost pounded now, she needed his cock so desperately. But he kept it away from her, and the torture was enough to make her scream.

He worked his way lower then, licking and kissing her abdomen and flicking his tongue into the hollow of her belly button. He captured the gold ball pierced through her navel and rolled it around his tongue, and she cried out. Still, she had a feeling that she knew where he was headed, and when his attentions moved south, she stiffened a bit. Brandi wasn’t big on getting oral sex, though other guys hated hearing that so much that she usually just gritted her teeth and weathered it out for a few minutes.