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

woman she was.
    He would wish she was human. He would wish she didn’t care about being a wolf or being part of a pack. He wouldn’t care that she looked forward to raising children with him, and teaching them about the wonder and amazing gifts that came with being Moonbound.
    He would only ever wonder if his life would’ve been easier with a human. With someone who wouldn’t make him feel guilty for pulling her away from being a part of a pack.
    She opened the hall closet where she’d hidden her real clothes—painted on jeans, a leather corset that made her breasts look amazing, and a pair of boots that were sexy and functional. After getting dressed, minus her underwear and bra—she wasn’t even about to go digging around in his bedroom for those—Reyna turned off the stove and oven and slipped out the back door of Allan’s house. Her car was parked around the block and she needed to get back to the ranch.
    A good run with the pack would help her clear her mind. Help her forget what she’d be leaving behind when she went home tomorrow. Not that she would ever really forget.
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    S ex hangover . That’s what he had. Heavy limbs, heavy eyelids, heavy stomach. Allan waited for the proverbial shame to set in, as well, but it never came.
    Reyna . His wolf had known her, with his body buried inside hers, he had felt his wolf recognize hers. It hadn’t made any sense, until he’d been hilt-deep inside her, pounding into her and coming in her.
    This was why Aaron hadn’t wanted him to have sex with her. He knew this would happen, as Fated mates. He had to have known that Allan would feel the shift, when they were finally together, and that it would hurt Reyna to go this deep and not have her mate want her.
    Allan had felt it, all right. When he was inside her, the whole world relocated. He was almost afraid to open his eyes, in case his house had changed, or in case he didn’t want his job or his life anymore.
    But as long as Reyna was beside him, the re-orbit of his planet would be fine with him. He could smell her, everywhere. The spicy, deep, almost woody scent of their mixed arousal, still in his sheets and on their bodies.
    He breathed it in like the oxygen of his newly aligned life.
    This life could be even better with Reyna by his side. Instead of being the lone wolf trying to fulfill the legend he’d been told as a boy—the protector wolves, helping humans—he would have a partner. Another wolf by his side. Together, they could have so much impact.
    Thank the gods that Reyna had been so persistently in tune with her magick, otherwise, he might never have felt this change. He might have ignored the pull forever. He might have hurt her.
    He never wanted to hurt her again.
    Allan reached his arm around where Reyna should’ve been, but he didn’t feel her skin underneath his. He rooted around in the bed until he found his tighty whiteys and slipped them on. For a long moment, he lay in the silk of his cool sheets and stared at the ceiling.
    His . He knew it now. She was his.
    She’d been right, they were mates.
    The accouterments had been great, although he could have done without the 80s cowgirl look. But the cleaning before a moon run, cooking for him—fuck, bringing him a cold beer—it was like having a real partner. Someone who knew he’d had a hard couple of days and who was willing to take time out of her day to make his a little better.
    He’d have to return the favor.
    Just the thought of how he planned to spread Reyna’s legs and suck on her until she shuddered underneath him…it made him hard again.
    She had made dinner. The least he could do was give her an orgasm. Or two. Or forty.
    Allan jumped out of the bed and walked out to the kitchen. She’d put in a pie or something, and she’d had all the food warming…but forget dinner. He wanted to taste her .
    “Reyna,” he called through the quiet house. The food smell began to die off, the closer he got to the kitchen, which was strange.