The Werewolf Cowboy (Moonbound Book 1) by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys

of her again.
    She was truly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Woman . And she was all woman. But she was also all wolf.
    He ran his hands up her sides and pulled her down on top of him, taking her lips and sliding his tongue between them. She responded with the cutest purring sound of delight he’d ever heard.
    His smile was automatic, and he felt around for the blanket he’d tried to use earlier that morning.
    “What are you looking for?” she asked, nuzzling into his neck.
    “That blanket.”
    “I don’t think you ever found it.” He could hear the smile behind her words.
    “Well, it would make a nice barrier against this cold floor.” He kept feeling around on the floor, but there was nothing. “I don’t know what you have planned for later.”
    “I’ll give you two guesses,” she said, tracing something on his chest. “And they’ll both be right.” She kissed where her finger had been.
    “I don’t think I need to guess.” He smoothed his hand down her hair. He loved the silky feel of it, like a wolf pelt, covering her. He hadn’t known just how much he would love having a wolf mate until he had one.
    “My father obviously has other plans. But he can be reasoned with.”
    Allan smirked and sunk his fingers into her hair. “I have a feeling you could get just about anything you wanted. From anyone.”
    A touch of the somber entered her voice. “I wasn’t sure with you, though. I really thought I’d get you with the thing in your office.”
    “Clearly a mistake. I have a rep to protect.”
    Her hand scoured over his chest. “And then, with the barn. I figured maybe you were the kind who needed a little…guidance.”
    “As a rule, I do not like to be tied up.” He pitched his voice down. “I prefer to do the tying.”
    Her frostbite eyes bored into him, open and honest and curious, not taking his bait. She rested her chin on her hand.
    “But the homemaker thing. That was a stretch for me.”
    “The fact that you even tried.” Emotion caught in his throat. “That stuff with Laurel…” He shook his head. “It wasn’t about the pie or the cowgirl look, or any of that.”
    A somber look reflected back to him in her gaze. “What was it about?”
    He rested his head on the floor and emotion tickled at his nostrils. “It’s stupid.”
    “Allan.” She ran her finger along his jaw. “We’re mates. I need to know.”
    He took a deep breath and touched her skin. “Since the first curse, we have been bound to the moon as a reminder that we were made to protect humans. When I heard the legend, when I was a kid, I just knew, that’s what I was supposed to do.”
    “Protect humans,” she said, still stroking him.
    “Yes. I need to be a wolf in the human world, like we’re supposed to be. Not hiding away, not separated, but a part of them.” He closed his eyes and looked away, shame creeping up the back of his throat and threatening to choke him. “I couldn’t imagine that life with a wolf mate.”
    Her finger continued its rhythm and suddenly, her mouth covered his. She spread his lips and her tongue met his and toyed with him. She snuggled against his neck and curled up into his body.
    “You are a good man, Allan VonBrandt. A good sheriff, and a good wolf.” Her hand moved to his chest and continued to stroke him.
    “You will make me better.” He opened his eyes to the semi-dark and stilled her hand with his. “I know you will.”
    He sat up, dragging her to straddle him, and scooted backwards across the floor so his back was against the wall of the closet.
    They were behind the coats and almost out of sight, and as much as Aria’s presence had surprisingly not taken away his desire for Reyna, he didn’t want to be on display. He wanted to hide somewhere for days and never let anyone else but him ever see her naked body, ever again. He drew her into his body and kissed her until neither could breathe.
    He could feel her reaching for the coats for leverage again and