Free Desert Moon (The Wolves of Twin Moon Ranch Book 1) by Anna Lowe

signaling Lana’s movement around the truck. His canines surged against his gums. He’d have to fight himself on this one. The feud was almost a moot point. If he took her, she’d wilt away, like all his father’s women had done.
    She can handle it , his wolf insisted. She’s the one.
    He shook his head. We’d empty her. Maybe even kill her.
    She looked us straight in the eye. She can do it!
    Even if she could, we’ll only let her down.
    Never! his wolf screamed.
    “Ty.” Lana’s voice slipped through the crisp night air, low and viscous. He wished he could let that honey soothe his throat and free everything shackled inside.
    He knew he shouldn’t let her close, but for the first time in his life, he was frozen by a whole host of fears that confronted him at the same time. The fear of failure—what if he couldn’t control himself? Fear of consequences—for her. As for himself, he was already damned.
    He closed his eyes. She was only an inch in front of him now. All he needed to do was reach out an arm and tug her flush against his body, and this desperate itch would be soothed.
    “Need a little fresh air?” Lana teased. The gleam in her eye made it perfectly clear: her wolf had taken over.
    He suppressed a growl. “Need a little of you.” The words popped out through clenched teeth. He winced, knowing she wasn’t the only one having trouble controlling the wolf within. His hands clutched at his pockets, afraid where they might go if allowed to roam free.
    Her fingers brushed the line of his jaw before coming to rest on his chest, and his body hummed like a musical instrument plucked, then left to vibrate.
    “Need a lot of you.” Lana stretched onto her toes and pressed her lips to his. They were soft, wet, perfectly sculpted to his. And they were driving him wild—both man and wolf.
    On the outside, he barely flinched. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let this happen! Even if she was reckless enough to push them both over the edge, he would resist. He lifted his hands intending to push away, but somehow, they cupped her waist instead. He huffed out half a curse. Was his mind the only one here who understood something about consequences?
    Lana kissed his ear and fondled his collar, making his head angle closer. She was picking at one side of his inner lock while his wolf was scratching madly at the other. Between the two of them, he was a goner.
    Need a lot of you . Either she whispered it again or the words were still ricocheting through his mind.
    She cozied up to him as though she’d done it a hundred times before. It felt so familiar, so right. “I want you hard and fast,” she whispered, nosing the curves of his ear. “I want you wet and wild.” His cock bobbed in agreement as her lips traced the line of his jaw. Her voice echoed through his head as she went on, breaking straight into his fantasies. “Then I want you slow and sensual.”
    His wolf seized onto the words with a lusty howl. Yes, his wolf had a very clear vision of how he wanted her, and when and where. Like right here. Right now. Consequences be damned.
    He managed a low grumble despite the roaring in his ears. “Slow and…what?”
    She drew the word out, weaving her fingers through his hair. “Sen-su-al.”
    “Sensual,” he repeated, drawing it out. The whole language of this night felt foreign. The irresistible pull toward Lana, the humming in his veins. Everything about it gave him a thrill, especially now that her hand was wandering south. Part of his mind still sputtered excuses. How would he ever explain slow and sensual to his father? What would he say to the tribunal that would be assembled to lynch them both once they were discovered?
    Lana hadn’t buttoned the shirt and it flapped wide, the fabric brushing his thigh. He felt her take his left hand, circle his palm with her thumb, and press it to the soft flesh of her breast. Warm and supple, it echoed the rise and fall of her lungs. He held his breath, trying to beat