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

noticed about yourself for some time now.”
    She swallowed but shook her head. “I don’t have time to pay attention to things like that. And where’s Kyle, by the way?”
    “But if a bond mate is awakened sexually before she has been properly claimed,”—he paused and sucked in a breath through his pearly-white teeth—“then, hoo-ee . She becomes downright irresistible.”
    He bent closer, inhaling deeply with his nostrils pressed to her hair. “Oh, Lord have a bucket of mercy. We really did a number on you last night, didn’t we? Turned on a faucet of pheromones so thick any man in your target zone will go stark crazy with lust.”
    Her voice shook when she tried to answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    He lifted his head to fix her with a stare that shot fire through her belly. “Those brown doe eyes of yours are so innocent but so deep that they can lose a man in their depths. And your body? Pure madness when you sashayed into the bar wearin’ that sexy-sweet dress. You are so ripe, untouched by men you are not destined for. Men who pray that they’ll be the one to take that innocence and burn it like wildfire.” He pressed his body closer until she could feel his heat rush through her. His stiff cock pressed desperately against the mound of her pussy. “But none of ’em are the one, Aimee. You know that. You know who this body is meant for.”
    His hands ran along her arms, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts along the way. Shocks of electricity followed his touch, sparking a carnal throb between her legs that she ached for him to hone and sharpen and spike into a grinding climax. A gasp escaped from her parted lips, and he quickly leaned down to capture it with his mouth. His moan vibrated against her lips as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
    “Fuck, this is just the way I’ve always pictured it,” he whispered, then pulled back and stared at her skirt. “Bet you ain’t even wearin’ any panties.”
    Her eyes widened. “How the hell can you tell that? My dress isn’t see-through.” Or was it? God, was that why every man in the place figured he had a shot with her?
    “Jesus, it’s true?” Dillon pulled her away from the wall, holding her against him with one arm while he ran a hand up the back of her thigh, beneath her skirt. His fingers set off tingles of fierce pleasure wherever they touched. When he grazed her bare ass, he hissed. “Shit. You’re killin’ me, Aimee, comin’ here to me like this because you know you’re mine.”
    She pushed his hand away, even though her body was screaming for him to plunge those fingers deep inside the pussy she could feel growing slippery and wet. “I didn’t come here like this on purpose. My nylons got ripped when I was tromping around the woods trying to find you two.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “You dressed like this to visit me at the cave?”
    “No, I dressed like this to go visit my mother . I just started driving when I left her and found myself up here before I realized what I was doing. So don’t get any wild ideas.”
    “Oh, I’ve got ideas. My fantasy in the flesh,” he murmured, raking his fingers through her hair. “The one I’ve had of my mate for years.”
    He turned her around to face the large mirror over the sink while he looked on from just over her shoulder. She found him staring at her in the glass and watched him stroke the bare spot on her neck just below the ends of her curly hair. Her nipples tightened enough to see them straining through the fabric of her dress.
    “Did you know that weres and mates dream or fantasize about each other?” he asked. “That mates will play out their male’s fantasy without even realizin’ they’re doin’ it?”
    “Don’t be silly.”
    “You’ve dreamed of me before, haven’t you?”
    She shook her head but sighed when he shot her a skeptical look. “I used to daydream about cowboys with glittering eyes. I’ve just been so focused on