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

work that it’s been a while since I had one.” Her stomach tightened in memory. Men in hats and boots with snug jeans and sexy laughter had populated many a masturbatory fantasy, but she couldn’t recall a specific face.
    He smiled. “Do you want to hear my fantasy?”
    She nodded, unable to speak.
    “I always assumed it’s of the day I first see my mate. I’m sittin’ alone in a bar when she walks in. She’s completely different from the other women there. They’re all wearin’ slut jeans and tank tops or tight denim shorts. This woman has on a proper white dress, sweet as can be. My heart begins pumpin’ faster because I recognize her. She will be mine.”
    His hands slid over her shoulders, stroking along her collarbone. Aimee leaned against the sink to steady her knees. “She orders a beer, completely unaware that I’m watchin’ her every move. When her tongue flicks out to lick thick, foamy beer suds from her luscious pink lips, the blood in my veins begins to boil.”
    “You’re making this up,” she said in a faint quiver.
    A seductive smile lit up the side of his face. “No, darlin’. Every word is true.”
    The fingers tracing her collarbones joined in front of her throat to slide slowly, maddeningly down her sternum. Now her nipples throbbed with need, aching to have him cup a breast in each hand and squeeze.
    “Every man’s eyes are fastened to her creamy skin, but she don’t seem to notice. When I walk up to her, however, my gaze is the one she cannot ignore. The one that lights her soul on fire.”
    A gasp escaped her lips when his hands circled around her breasts.
    “I sit down beside her, and she tries to make conversation. I can’t listen to a word, though. My body is screamin’ at me to claim her for my own. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and slide my hand along a silky thigh, up inside that pretty little skirt.”
    He paused to demonstrate, lightly grazing the sides of her thighs as her skirt rose higher. She stared at him in the mirror, watching his eyes bloom with a golden flame that ignited her need. His voice sounded strained when he continued. “My fingers brush the soft curls of her bare cunt, and that’s when I realize she’s got no panties on.”
    Her head fell back against his chest while his hands slid around her front and stroked down between her thighs, which shook at his skilled, practiced touch. She gripped the front of the sink harder as his fingers toyed with the hood of her clit.
    “Dillon,” she whispered.
    “The second I feel that wet, soft heat,” he whispered in her ear, “I know I can’t wait another moment to possess her. I take her to the bathroom, lock the door, and lift that skirt to sink inside her with the cock that’s been rock hard in my pants since the minute she walked in.” Still holding her eyes in the mirror with a glazed expression, Dillon ground himself against her ass so she could feel the truth of his words.
    “She’s a virgin,” he went on hoarsely, “but she don’t refuse me. She knows her purity belongs to me, and she aches for me to take it. I fuck her while she’s hangin’ on to the sink, her hot, velvet cunt drivin’ me to the brink of madness. Right before I shoot her full of my hot cum, I make her slip off the sleeves of her dress and peel it down to the waist. I don’t want to muss that innocent white fabric when I sink my fangs into her sweet, soft shoulder.”
    Her eyes flared wide, and she stiffened against him. “What, you mean you want to bite me?”
    “I want to mark you as mine.”
    Aimee swallowed. “I don’t want you hurting me.”
    His fingers slid lower along her wet lips, then he pushed one up inside of her slippery pussy. “Oh, it don’t hurt, darlin’. Not like that. After the first stab of pain, your body blossoms with fierce pleasure enough to bring you off and make your cunt spasm around my cock.”
    Another question about being bitten niggled at the back of her mind, but it fell away as