Allister, J. Rose - Displaced Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

She swallowed. “I’m only a virgin because I was in a coma for most of the past few years.”

“And what about before then?” Connor asked. “You never had a boyfriend who wanted you to give yourself to him?”

She paused. “Just one. I wasn’t interested in anyone until my senior year. Not even then, honestly. But I was a cheerleader and Tommy was on the football team, so I agreed to go out with him because it was expected. Because
I
expected that I should be ready to take that step like everyone else around me.” The fateful night flashed in her mind, and she tried to shut out the memory of angry words, the screech of metal. “He got angry when I admitted I wasn’t ready on my eighteenth birthday. I should have been ready, I suppose. But I wasn’t.”

Gold eyes flashed with erotic fire. “Yet you’re ready now.”

“Yes.” The word slipped out as a faint whisper.

Connor swiveled around in his seat, holding his injured leg with both hands as he tried to bend it to put his foot on the floorboard. The puncture site was bigger now and still bleeding freely, but the red streaks emanating from around it were fading, and the wound looked clean.

“Here,” Nash said. He pulled off his tight shirt, and Terra’s stomach flipped at the toned, lean muscles of his chest and stomach. The clit that had ceased throbbing hummed with reawakening excitement.

Nash wrapped his shirt around Connor’s injured leg, tying the ends tightly on the outside of the man’s thigh. With a wince, Connor bent his leg so he was sitting normally on the seat. He gestured her toward him while Nash swiveled around to sit in the back beside him.

“We shouldn’t,” she said. “Your leg is hurt.”

“It’s feelin’ better already,” he said. “And I know somethin’ that’ll speed the healin’ even faster.”

She cocked her head. “Sex will really do that?”

He shrugged. “It’s a werewolf thing.”

“That works?”

“If not, it’ll at least make me think it’s better than it actually is.”

Her eyes darted to Nash’s. “But Nash is watching.”

Nash arched a brow. “I just watched you get finger-fucked and love every minute. What’s the difference?”

She glared at him. “You were busy then. And I don’t trust you to keep your hands off.”

He nodded. “That probably ain’t far from wrong.”

“So do what I did,” Connor said to her. “The night you watched me restrain him.”

A little thrill shot along her spine, and her glance slid back to Nash. The man’s eyes glittered with something that hardly looked like disappointment. “Okay,” she said. “I will.”

“Are you gonna take charge of me?” Nash’s voice held a note of amused challenge.

“Shut up and give me your fucking belt,” she snapped. “Or you can wait in the scratchy bushes out front.”

He reached down and slid his brown leather belt off his jeans. “Will you leash it around my neck, darlin’? I think I’m gonna like this.”

“No.” She grabbed the leather strap away. “And the point isn’t for you to like it. It’s to keep your hands where they belong. Put your palms together. Lace your fingers.”

Nash did as ordered, watching her with a brightening gold stare while she wrapped the belt snugly around his wrists and tucked in the ends.

“Can you leave me some circulation?”

“You’re supernatural. You don’t need circulation.”

“Maybe. You’re wrong about one thing, though.” He grinned at her. “I still like it.”

With a scowl, she glanced around for her discarded nightshirt. She found the scarf that had come off with it, wound it around his face and tied the ends behind his head, gagging him. She flashed a mischievous grin. “There. Now your mouth is where it belongs, too. Shut.”

She turned back to Connor, who was staring at her with a quirk of a smile. “Where were we?” she asked.

“About a minute from my plungin’ deep inside you,” Connor said. “Which is two years longer than I wanted to wait.”

“Try waiting twenty-one years.”

She reached for his cock, but he grabbed her hand. “There’s somethin’ you should know first. There’s no takin’ it back once a werewolf sinks inside his mate. We’ll be bonded, even before I mark you.”

“Mark me?”

“Like you saw me do to Nash.”

She remembered those sharp teeth and gasped. “You’re going to bite me?”

“You’ll feel the pleasure more than the pain, trust me. Once I mark you, other wolves will recognize the claim. None outside my pack can claim you.”

She shivered. “But you’ll shift, like with Nash.”

“Not now. It’s not a full moon, so I have better control. And Nash couldn’t even if he wanted to. He’s too new to summon the change without the power of that moon. Are you ready?”

That she was beyond ready to give up her purity, if she still owned such a thing, was evident from the way every nerve ending screamed at her to take Connor’s cock into her body. Giving herself up to be his mate, however, was something else. Was she truly ready for that?

How
did
she feel about Connor? There was no denying her thoughts had been consumed with little else since they’d met. The moment she’d heard he was hurt, she had to go to him. Connor had been in her fantasies since her early teens, an inexplicable cowboy hero who cropped up in her dreams time and again. Then there was Nash’s challenge to her in the motel, when he said he already had Connor. That had pissed her off but good. Not just because Nash was damn irritating, but because she’d been jealous to hear someone else make a claim on the man she wanted. Maybe she hadn’t experienced enough of the adult world to call it love at first sight, but she was prepared to call it something she could neither understand nor defeat.

“I’m ready,” she said, taking his face in her hands for a gentle kiss.

“Then straddle me.”

He slid his briefs down, releasing his thickly veined cock. It was harder and bigger than she’d even remembered back at the motel room, and her legs went weak at the sight of it.

He opened his arms and she went to him, easing down onto his lap while holding her weight off the injured thigh as much as she could.

“What now?” she whispered in his ear. She could feel his cock throbbing between their bellies, and she slid her mound over it experimentally. Her lips dragged over his hot, stiff flesh, and both of them let out a low moan.

He gripped her hips, but when she squirmed her pelvis against him, he pulled her away. “One other thing.” He hesitated. “Once you bond to me, you will feel a very similar attraction to my pack.”

“Your pack?” She frowned in confusion until his eyes slid over to the man beside him. “What, you mean Nash?”

“Yes.”

She glanced at Nash and was annoyed to see that the earlier smart-assed, teasing expression had faded into innocent, pure longing. Not a lust-for-pussy want, but a sincere look that communicated his wish for her to be happy with Connor.

Damn him! Idiotic male posturing or his come-hither humor would be easy for her to resist. Those pale green-gold eyes, however, took hold of her automatic rebuttal and turned it inside out.

She closed her eyes to shut him out, but thoughts of his bare skin and male scent invaded her senses, as did the memory of his soft, tender kiss. Connor was offering fair warning, because he knew her history with Nash might make this news a deal breaker. Yet that act made her want him all the more. What Connor didn’t realize was that apparently, in the matter of feeling a bond of attraction, she was long since a goner.

She opened her eyes, avoiding Nash’s gaze while she licked suddenly dry lips. “I think it’s a bit late for that warning.”

Nash shifted suddenly on the bench seat, but she ignored him and focused on Connor. His eyes showed no indication that this information surprised or bothered him.

“What would it mean, exactly?” she asked. “Would you and I become exclusive and cause a problem between Nash and yourself?”

“No. We’d all be together. In were packs, mates are shared by mutual agreement.”

Shared. Her heart began to beat faster. “But only if that’s what I wanted.”

He nodded. “And you will.”

“We’ll see.” She took hold of Connor’s hands and set them on her breasts. “Can we stop talking now? Or is there anything else you need to tell me, like I’ll grow fur and a tail after you fuck me?”

“When I
make love
to you,” he said, cupping her breasts and pinching already-peaked nipples between his fingers, “you’ll stay human. Even after my bite.”

“I’m not so sure of that,” she said, flicking her tongue along the side of his neck and savoring the salty taste. “I’m already feeling more animal.”

Connor let go of her long enough to grab her ass cheeks and lift her against him. “Fit me in, darlin’. Take hold of me.”

She reached between them and pushed his cock along her channel, feeling a pang of sharp need through her clit when his mushroom head pressed against her cunt hole. Still, his cock was much wider than she was. “I heard it hurts,” she whispered. “For virgins.”

“Not for you. That fever you had got you ready for me. Do it.”

Those two words speared through her the same way as she speared herself on Connor. She sank straight down, letting him fill her to capacity and beyond. They both let out a hiss of pleasure, and Nash groaned through the gag. She sat there for a moment, adjusting to this feeling of utter completion. All her life she’d valued her independence, and desire for it had soared to new heights after the accident. Now, she realized that while she was her own person and Connor was his, without each other, they would never fully be
right
. They were unfinished work, a sketched-upon canvas leaning against an artist’s wall while awaiting the final touches.

Slow and cautious, Terra began to move her hips, testing out the new sensations in her body and spirit. Every thrust jolted her with erotic chills, every movement resonated passion through her being. Her hips worked faster and faster, until she was pounding her groin against his hard enough to feel her tits bouncing in his hands. Connor’s sex was all she knew in that moment, and all she wanted to know—until she tossed her hair back and met Nash’s eyes. They blazed gold with orange-red rims and a smoldering seduction that ratcheted her building peak higher.

The gag hid his luscious, full lips, and she couldn’t stop herself. She reached over to yank the gag down enough to expose his mouth to her. Still rocking her pelvis on Connor, she leaned in and claimed Nash’s lips, not softly the way he’d done on her way out the motel door, but with the same unrestrained desire he’d unleashed on her when he’d first been turned. His bound hands came up to brush against her nipples, and while she felt the delicious report in her groin from his touch, she yanked his hands back.

“I’m not going to fuck you, and you’re not going to touch me,” she said in a low purr. “You want to touch something?” She pushed his hands down to his lap, feeling around for the hard ridge in his jeans. “Hang onto that.”

Far from put off by her harsh words, Nash’s expression burned hotter for her than ever. He stroked his cock with a slow, seductive nod. “Connor,” he ground out while still staring at Terra. “I feel the change comin’.”

“You can’t shift without a full moon,” Connor said. “Not even when I mark her.”

“You sure about that?” His breaths were coming faster now, in time to the pace she was setting by riding Connor. “It surprised you when I shifted back human so fast the first time.”

Connor grunted. “You’re too new.”

She jerked the gag back into place over Nash’s mouth. “Shut up and stop distracting me.”