Disobedient Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

“Maybe
you
shouldn’t have been in such a hurry to stick your cock in a woman with a concussion,” Stephen replied.

“I didn’t stick my cock in her. Just my fingers.”

The memory his words invoked, cosseted by the feel of two sensual, warm males turning her bed into a heavenly sandwich, sent a giddy trickle of desire down her spine.

“And it was incredible,” she purred, casting a heavy-lidded smile at Stephen. “You should try it.”

Caleb gave a tiny grunt of satisfaction.

“I plan to,” Stephen said as he faced her, and the twitch she felt in the cock he had pressed against her hip proved it. “But not tonight.”

She gave a whimper of sleepy protest. “Please? Just a little.” Her hands searched beneath their shared blankets to find his hand and pull it to the patch of hair between her legs. “I want to feel your hands on me the way Caleb’s were.”

His fingers grazed her pussy curls, and she gave a delightful shiver. Why not be bold? It was her delusion. Might as well enjoy it.

“Soon,” he said, kissing her forehead as he gently moved his hand away. “When you are in better shape and Caleb and I have finished conducting our own business.”

Her eyes fluttered after another yawn, and she indulged the need to let them fall closed while the heat of the men’s bodies infused her with a sense of glorious, radiant cohesion. “That reminds me,” she whispered weakly. “Did you two figure out who the alpha’s going to be before you had to chase me down?”

“Yeah,” Caleb said. “I reckon we did.”

“So, who won?”

She barely got the question out before exhaustion crash-landed on her consciousness. She didn’t stay awake long enough to hear the answer.

Consciousness sprang from confused, psychedelic dreams to find the bedroom mostly cloaked in darkness. Just a faint glow around the edges of Rose’s window blinds hinted at the arrival of dawn. Memories began a sluggish resurfacing, like bubbles popping on top of thick mud. Bizarre images came with them until she was no longer certain which ones were fact and which were fantasy.

Rolling onto her side sent sharp lances of pain along her limbs. The accident had been real enough. The fact that her head spun a little and her thoughts were so random attested to the concussion, too. Most of what she recalled after swerving into a tree, however, was up for debate. Too many memories didn’t add up to anything that made sense.

Rose was alone, so that ruled out the best of her dreams. She had imagined that two gorgeous, former cowboys—or, rather, “once cowboys, always cowboys”—had snuggled their hard, naked bodies against her in bed.

“Yeah, right,” she whispered. “Because that always happens to me.”

A glance beneath the covers showed that she
was
naked, though, and she never slept that way. Curious. Maybe she’d thrown off her clothes while dreaming about it.

A quick scan of the floor showed no sign of her having shucked her sleepwear, and she frowned. It hadn’t been sleepwear the men had pulled off her in the dream, though. There’d been a chase, hadn’t there? Or was that part of the dream, too?

Of course it was. She pushed herself up slowly. Werewolves hadn’t chased her. They didn’t exist.

She grimaced at the sharp, deep ache in her muscles that were actively protesting her plan to get out of bed. No way she’d be going for an early-morning jog to get the blood pumping today. Then again, a muffled sound from the living room jump-started her heart rate just fine.

Rose paused with her breath held to see whether she would hear it again. She did. There was no mistaking the muffled moan this time, and the implication set wild butterflies loose in her stomach.

So, she wasn’t alone after all. There were men in her living room, and from the sound of it, they weren’t exactly chatting.

Her heart hammered full speed ahead as she slipped silently out of bed, ignoring the grinding ache in her bones while she stood slowly enough to curb any more dizziness. A shiver ran through her, and she folded her arms over tight nipples while she shuffled naked to the door. A glance into the clothes hamper on the way widened her eyes. Damp, dirt-crusted slipper socks had been tossed in the laundry, along with the exact clothing she dreamed the men had peeled off her body. The chase had been real. The human parts of it, anyway.

Swallowing hard, she peered out the doorway to see a sight she knew in an instant that she would never, ever forget. Both men were naked, their muscles tense and rippling, while Stephen stood in front of a kneeling Caleb. From her vantage point, both men stood sideways, with Stephen angled slightly more toward her. She could study each of their profiles this way, along with the fact that Caleb was pulling his mouth away from Stephen’s wet, raging erection. It was obvious that he’d just been servicing the man’s cock.

Her stomach dropped several inches while she gaped at the red, glistening organ that jerked and bobbed in front of Caleb’s face.

“Do it now,” Caleb said, looking up at Stephen. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Rose’s pulse jumped right along with Stephen’s rod.

“Lie down,” Stephen ordered, his usual smooth tone gone.

Caleb started to twist around and get on all fours, but Stephen grabbed him by the top of his hair and yanked back firmly enough for Rose to wince in sympathy. Caleb, however, smiled and let out a little moan.

“No,” Stephen said. “On your back.”

Caleb twisted around and sat facing the other man, who bent down low over him.

“You gave me ten kinds of hell over this alpha thing,” Stephen went on with a smile that wasn’t necessarily pleasant. “So you’re going to face me and show me your belly while you take my cock—and my mark.”

Rose dug her fingers into her arms as his words penetrated right through the remainder of her sleepy haze. Her nipples tingled from a lot more than the morning chill now.

The furniture was back in place, except the coffee table had been shoved aside to give them space. Caleb used a fair amount of it to lay his perfect body down until he was flat on his back. Stephen knelt between the thighs Caleb parted for him.

Maybe she was incredibly naive in the ways of any sex, let alone what went on between two men, but she couldn’t quite envision what Stephen was about to do. Either way, her heart pounded with jealousy as she watched them get so incredibly intimate—especially at the thought that they’d left her bed in order to do it.

She turned away from the doorway and wandered back to sit on the edge of the mattress and stare into space. What was going on here? Caleb made no bones about what he wanted from her, and he’d proven it by giving her the biggest orgasm of her life. Stephen had come along moments later and asked her out right in front of Caleb. Then again, Caleb hadn’t been the slightest bit jealous about it, had he? And the looks the two of them had shared far surpassed those of mere male rivals.

A frown creased her forehead. There was no denying the truth. They were gay and getting it on in her apartment. Apparently, what had happened on the couch the day before had been nothing more than a mercy diddle on Caleb’s part. Maybe he felt sorry for her because she was a frigid weirdo who’d never had a man between her legs.

Her eyes widened. What if the whole couch thing had never happened? What if that, too, had been part of her bizarre dreams, just like the one she’d just been having about wolves with cowboy hats and lab coats? Hell, maybe she was sleepwalking right now, and the men weren’t even really in the other room.

A loud, sensual moan blew that theory apart. They were out there, all right. The dream theory made the most sense, then. It hadn’t been the first time she’d dreamed of a man who could melt her disinterest in sex with erotic fire. These men were so ungodly gorgeous that her concussed brain decided they would make fitting candidates. But it was clear that what the men really wanted was each other—enough to explore that attraction right on her living room rug. The only reason they’d come to her place was to check on her, and then they had stayed overnight to keep her from running out the door in some wild hallucination. They probably hadn’t ever crawled into her bed at all. And Stephen had never asked her out, either.

“You’re so stupid,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Damn romantic fool.”

The noise in the living room grew more fevered. Her face grew hot and her breathing shallow as she listened to their raging arousal. The desire to sneak back and spy some more took her hard enough to make her grip the bedcovers with her fists, but the bitter disappointment over how wrong she’d been about them hit her even harder. What she wouldn’t give to be in Caleb’s place right now. Or better yet, to be right in the middle of them.

“I’m right at the edge,” she heard Caleb say. “Fuck me hard.”

Her heart gave a stomach-churning lurch.

“I’ll
bite
you hard,” Stephen replied.

The word “bite” shot her eyes open wide. He didn’t mean that literally, did he?

She was halfway back to the door without even realizing she’d gotten to her feet again. What she saw gave her a chill. Stephen had gone from blatantly aroused to fiercely aggressive. The muscled striations in his upper arms bulged with effort as he supported his body over Caleb’s, staring down at the man with piercing, red-gold eyes. Jesus, the intense, inhuman glow seemed so real.

Caleb’s legs were spread wide and pulled back while Stephen pounded his pelvis against Caleb’s ass. Mixed in with their wicked moans were feral sounds, snarls, and growls that added to the air of animal lust. Tendrils of that primal need reached out for her, threatening to pull her in. She clutched the doorframe to hold herself back.

Stephen’s usually well-tamed hair fell into sexy, damp strands over his forehead as he held himself above his lover, and he tossed his head to shake back bangs.

“Say it, Caleb Green,” he said through a tight jaw as he pressed his hips tight to Caleb. “Tell me who you are.”

“I’m yours,” Caleb said, sounding fairly out of breath. “Make your mark on me, Alpha. The matter’s decided.”

The growl Stephen let out held a ring of victory. When his jaw began lengthening again, Rose slapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a gasp of shock. When would the hallucinations end?

Her eyes bulged wide as she watched him open wide to display deadly sharp fangs, which he promptly used when he lowered his head and sank them into Caleb’s right shoulder. She felt the pain of that bite as palpably as if she’d experienced it herself, and her stomach nearly dropped out of her body at the sound of Caleb’s scream. Stephen clapped a hand over it to muffle the sound.

Moisture prickled her eyes, which she closed tight to block out the sheer, animal violence of Stephen’s actions. She opened them again seconds later, however, when Caleb’s yell of presumed agony was no longer muffled. It was highly erotic.

He arched his back while he grabbed Stephen’s head and held it to his shoulder, extending the bite. He called Stephen’s name over and over, and then he stiffened. “God, I’m comin’!” he shouted.

The orgasm that followed made Rose’s dream version on the couch seem little better than a momentary shudder. His entire body seemed to seize up while Stephen’s round, flexing ass cheeks drove him harder. Stephen stiffened and released his tooth-hold on Caleb’s shoulder. When he threw his head back to cry out in obvious climax, Rose saw the blood smearing his fangs and mouth. She felt her stomach clench in fright, and she made a hasty retreat back to her bed. If he was this out of control, what might he to do her next?

Her heart pounded furiously as she wished there was a secret passage leading from her bedroom out of the apartment. Even if she wanted to risk darting past the men to get to the front door, she was completely naked this time. Better to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing and hope this nightmare would go away. Maybe if she closed her eyes, she’d go back to sleep and discover all of it was a dream.

Her feet throbbed with cold as she ducked low under the covers, rolled away from the door, and squeezed her eyes shut tight. Her pulse wouldn’t cooperate with the attempt to feign sleep, and neither would her breathing. Both were ragged and frantic as she laid there, desperately listening for signs that the men were stirring. What an ironic time for her bladder to point out—rather insistently—that she hadn’t peed since yesterday. She grimaced and ignored nature’s call.

Long moments passed with nothing but utter silence, until she was almost ready to concede that hitting her head had indeed sent her stark, raving mad. Then the rustling sounds of movement returned, and she held her heaving breaths so she could hear better.

“The mark took.” That was Stephen’s voice.

“Hell yeah, it did. I feel it sendin’ signals all over my body.”

“So can I. The bond is sealed.”

“Guess it’s official, then. Against my better judgment, I got myself a new alpha.”

“Third time’s the charm.”

“What about Rose?” She jerked at the sound of her name on Caleb’s lips. “Think she heard anythin’?”

“I doubt it. She was exhausted. Let’s check on her, anyway.”

Panic stabbed through her middle while she heard them getting dressed, and she willed herself to draw even, slow breaths so she wouldn’t give herself away. She felt the presence of the men looming in her doorway before she heard them.