Fox, Morgan - Craving Silence [Cowboys and Werewolves] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

She shuddered, pushing back against him, taking his fingers as deep as he could thrust them. She rode his fingers hard and inhaled a deep gulp of air as he inserted a third finger, stretching the tissues of her pussy. Gasping, she arched her back, letting him fill her.

“Damn,” he breathed. “You really are incredibly sexy, Silence.”

Within seconds he had his fingers removed from her pussy, and instead, the head of his cock teased the entrance to her sex. He gently probed, allowing only the head of his cock to tease her wet and ready cunt.

“Walker, don’t tease me. Fuck me,” she ordered, bucking her hips back to try and force him to surge deep inside her.

He took hold of her wildly gyrating hips and rubbed his erect cock over the crease of her ass, gently pressing against her. She sucked in a breath as she thought he might actually try to fuck her ass. “Does my girl like it rough?”

Grinding her hips seductively over his pelvis, she asked him, “What do you think?”

“I think I’m going to enjoy taking you this way.” He sank a little deeper inside her. “I’ve always wanted to have you like this.” A little further. “I want to hear you beg for me, Silence. I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing around my cock as I make you come.” He slammed in to the hilt.

“Yes!” she screamed.

Like a piston, he was surging his hips forward and back, retreating just to drill deep once again. “Ah, fuck me,” he murmured. “You’re so damn tight. I knew you’d feel like this.” He thrust his hips forward over and over again.

The head of his cock glided over the spot in her body that had her eyes rolling toward the back of her head. “God, you feel so good,” she cried out, not wanting him to break the frenzied pace he fucked her with. Again and again, his cock teased over the delicious spot in her body that had her inching closer to a blissful release. “I’m about to come. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Walker didn’t stop. Instead, his frenzied pace turned into a full-on assault of her hungry pussy. She was dripping with the wetness of pleasure, sucking him in as deep as her body could take him. Lost on the edge of reason, she was prepared to dive right off into oblivion.

“Oh. My. God,” she screamed as her pussy clenched tight around the thick cock filling her cunt. She rose to her toes, taking him all the way inside her as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

He bucked repeatedly until she was done. Then he fucked her even harder. A fierce growl ripped from his chest as he gripped the back of her hair, pulling her up as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. She screamed at the sharp sting of pain that flooded her mind, the possession no longer the only thing that charged electrically between them. Now, it truly was something more primal and feral. As he continued to fuck her, her body froze within his hold. Her mind searched for answers.

Driving his cock deeper into her body, Walker finally reached his own release and eased his hold on her hair. Once he had extracted his teeth from her shoulder, he relinquished another fierce and terrifying growl that had her scurrying to get away from him, but he wouldn’t let her go. His hold was too strong. He was too strong.

What just happened?

“Wait,” he growled in a voice she didn’t recognize.

She placed her hand over the wound on her shoulder. “You bit me, Walker? Like a wolf would bite its mate. Explain what the hell just happened here.” She felt the rise and fall of his chest and knew he was trying to get control.
Shit
. She was trying to get control. “I need you to explain what just happened.”

“Do not run from me, Silence,” he whispered as he nuzzled his cheek against hers. “I’m sorry that happened. I couldn’t stop myself.”

Should she be afraid? She wasn’t, but she was very confused. The man she longed for and had for as long as she could remember suddenly didn’t seem human. His primal display screamed in her mind that he was like her—a wolf, but how was that possible?

She twisted around in his arms to look at him. A silvery sparkle still lingered in his gaze. Shocked, she sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh my God. You are one of us!” She swallowed. “That’s how you knew about my kind and how you knew what I was.” She shook her head and looked away from him. She couldn’t believe what her eyes told her to be true. Walker Helmsley was a werewolf.

He tensed around her, his muscles flexing as he kept her from fleeing his shower. He said, “Yes, I’m like you, but I’m also not like you.”

Her brows furrowed. “What? That makes no sense.”

“Sure it does. You never would’ve known I was like this had we not had sex, and you couldn’t sense the real me, could you?”

She stared up at him. With all that just happened, why hadn’t she thought about that and how was he able to mask his scent from her and the other lycans? “No,” she finally admitted. “In fact, even my sister thought you were simply human. How is that possible?”

He cradled her face in his hands. “Let’s get out of the shower and order some food. We can talk about it all night if that’s what you wish. I just want you to be okay with this.”

She eyed him, locking gazes. “I think I would have been better had you shared this little surprise with me before you fucked me.”

“I didn’t fuck you, Silence,” he practically growled. “I did so much more than that.”

She shivered in response. He had done more than fuck her. He had claimed her. Biting her the way he had was a form of ownership, claiming his mate so no others would dare try and take what he believed belonged to him. He basically just pissed on her.

She gently shoved against his chest. “Fine, I’d feel better if I was dressed anyway.” She turned from him, pushed open the shower door, and left the bathroom. She couldn’t think with him standing so enticingly in front of her. Wolf or not, Walker was too sexy for words and made her brains turn into mashed potatoes. Right now she needed all her brain cells functioning at full capacity.

Walker seemed to know just how much time she needed to get dried off and dressed because he entered the room soon after with a towel draped around his hips. The muscular cut of his abs had her licking her lips.

Is he trying to make this as difficult as possible on me?

His body still glistened with the wetness of their shower. His chest rippled with muscles, and his waist was so tightly sculpted she wanted to run her tongue over every square inch.
Shit!

Stop, she groaned to herself.
I’m in so much trouble…

“Let’s talk,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Let’s not,” she told him, pointing at his towel. “You need to get dressed first.”

His brow furrowed. “No, I’m comfortable the way I am. Besides, I don’t like wearing clothes when there’s a beautiful woman trapped in my bedroom.”

Silence stood. A wall of nerves plummeted in her stomach. “I’m not trapped in here with you, and you can keep those sexual ideas confined in that brain of yours.”

He grinned, and his eyes shimmered with more gold than she’d noticed before. “Look, it’s simple. My grandmother was a witch. She was madly in love with my grandfather, who was a werewolf. They mated and had little half-breeds. My mother and father were human, but the sweet little lycan gene showed up in my blood, and poof, a half-breed wolf pup was born.”

Squinting, she ran a stiff hand through her damp hair. “But that still doesn’t explain why I couldn’t sense you, or why anyone else can’t for that matter.”

He shrugged. “Like I said, my grandmother was a witch, and she cast a spell to take away the curse. It was easy because I’m only part wolf, and technically it’s not exactly gone, just dormant.”

Silence paced the room as she made sense of his words. “So this spell only makes you appear human. You can still change on a full moon?”

“No, I feel sick on the full moon because I don’t change, but that doesn’t happen often, so I’m good.”

Silence sat on the edge of the bed, her knee brushing against his. “If you’re a lycan, why hide it from those like you?”

He gazed down to look at the family ring on his middle finger. “It wasn’t my idea. My family was a little freaked, and since my grandfather had died, there was no one to help me through the change. My parents thought it was best.”

She gazed up at him, her heart beating just a little different. “Do you want to be a wolf now? Is that why you bit me?”

With amazing speed that only a lycan could possess, Walker had her wedged beneath him on the bed. “I bit you for one reason, Silence. I’m in love with you and have been since we were kids. I’ve always known I wanted you. I simply wasn’t sure if you wanted me, too.”

All the air seemed to be sucked from the room as she gazed up at the man she had longed to hear those words from. “Oh, Walker,” she breathed. “This is all so much. I don’t know what to think.”

“Don’t think, just feel.” He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “I know I should have talked to you sooner about all this, but when you came to me as you did tonight, I couldn’t help but think that you wanted me to take you the way I did. It felt so right between us. Something happened, and I instinctively claimed you.” He lowered his eyes, looking everywhere but at her. “I’m sorry if I sensed things wrong. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Oh, Walker,” she breathed again. “I’m not ready to tell you I love you, but I can tell you that I wanted you to do exactly what you did to me. I felt the instinct, too, and I craved it.”

His eyes rounded as he stared down at her. “You craved it?”

“Yes, I wanted you to take me the way you did, and I want…”

“What? Tell me.” The desperation in his voice spoke to her with more than words. She could feel him as if he were a part of her—a piece of herself she had lost long ago, but miraculously found.

She licked her lips. Her heart beating so incredibly fast she was sure he could feel it as he lay pressed against her. She admitted, “I want you to do it again.”

Chapter Five

Walker cursed under his breath as Silence’s cell phone rang. If she chose to answer it, he was tempted to tear it from her fingers and chunk it across the room in hopes that it would shatter into a million pieces. He’d gladly buy her a dozen new ones later if he didn’t think she’d kick his ass for being an overbearing prick. He constantly had to remind himself that she was a tough-as-nails, independent woman. Knowing that destroying her phone and stripping her of her independence was a terrible idea, and nothing good would come of making a choice for her, he decided to let her make the decision on who was more important, him or the mysterious caller.

Sadly, at three in the morning, he didn’t need to see the name of the caller to know it was someone needing her as the town sheriff. With all that was going on around them, with menacing thugs roaming the city and now this wolf attack, how could he have expected anything less? However, things were different now. His heart told him so. He’d finally claimed the woman he’d always desired, and he had every intention of making love to her once again to prove just how much he wanted her—needed her—until the annoying ringing of her phone interrupted them. The responsibilities of her job were becoming a nuisance.

He groaned as she reached between them to grab her cell from out of her pants pocket. He knew she’d chosen that damn contraption over him, and instantly he felt cheated. For the first time in his adult life, he felt the prickle of heat claw up his back and wrap around his throat as if the wolf deep inside him tried to choke him. His fingers and hands contracted, gripping tightly into the sheets beneath their bodies.

He lowered his forehead to touch hers and practically growled as he begged, “Don’t answer the phone, Silence.”

She frowned. “I have to. It could be my sister. I left her and a few others to handle things with Lance Hickman, and something could’ve happened. They might need my help.”

She was right, and he hated it. She was the town sheriff, but if she’d let him take care of her, she’d never have to work again. Damn the person who called her, because their timing really sucked.