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

back the tidal wave about to sweep him away.
    “To hell with everyone else,” she whispered, letting her long, toned body melt onto his. They were a perfect match, two continents lining up after eons of separation.
    Mine! his wolf roared, lips already reaching for hers.
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    Lana’s human side knew she should stop, but her wolf just wouldn’t let go. There was no way to resist this irrepressible force, not even if she wanted to.
    Ty wore the expression of a boy holding the key to a lion’s cage, terrified of the beast he was about to set free. His shoulders were tense, his eyes smoldering.
    Maybe she wasn’t the only one who’d been living through a drought these last years.
    Her nipples hardened as she leaned into him and his lips finally yielded to hers. Slow and delicious, that’s what this was. Her blood swelled as her pulse quickened. It was the first time her heart had ever asked—begged—for anything, and suddenly, she wanted it all.
    Finally, he was hers. His eyes were a warm drink, something to sip and enjoy. His lips cried out his need for her. His tongue ventured deeper and everything exploded from there.
    One second, she was thinking nice as he gently sampled her lips. The next, his callused hands clamped over her flanks and his mouth ravaged hers.
    First up on the program, hard and fast.
    A blink later, he had her up against the truck, clutching her left leg to his waist. She went on tippy toe with the right until Ty lifted it, wrapping both of her legs around him. She heard herself groaning, pressing her folds against his naked flesh where his shirt had pulled up, burning for more contact. Growling into his ear as he dipped his head and simultaneously slid one of his hands up from her waist. Lips and fingers met at a nipple and began to tease. The man was walking steel, yet his touch was zephyr light.
    “We can’t do this,” he whispered. The rest of him, though, seemed all in.
    The chafe of his stubble against her sensitive flesh set her soul singing. “We need to do this,” she insisted, pushing her hips against his. No way would her wolf let him get away this time.
    She held on as the tension battered him like an ocean wave, until piece by piece, the stubborn scraps of resistance broke down and washed away. Satisfaction washed through her, because this rock of a man was melting—for her. When she arched her back, Ty responded by kneading her nipple with enough passion to drive all logic straight out of her mind. There was no way she could think now, not with him touching her that way. Not with him…carrying her?
    She clung to him, eyes fluttering over a shifting landscape of swaying alders, ragged mesquite, and solid rock. Or maybe the latter was Ty. He could be dragging her off to a cave for all she cared. Everything in her screamed for fulfillment.
    There was a creak, then a metallic groan as Ty opened the truck’s tailgate and tipped her back with a sure hand. The night sky stretched out as far as she could see, forming a boundless panorama with Ty in the foreground. She lifted her head, eager to watch him strip and slide into her. But his hands stayed on her hips, aligning her with the edge of the gate, too high for his waist. What was he doing?
    His hands reached back for her ankle. “Up,” he rasped, patting his shoulder.
    A shiver ran through her as she realized what he intended. It was one thing for a wolf’s tongue to explore a lover’s groin, but the act seemed too intimate for casual human coupling. She’d always shied away from giving men access to that part of her, at least with their tongues.
    Until now. Nothing was too intimate with Ty. Her pulse raced as she lifted both legs to his shoulders and let her knees buckle, not just opening the curtains but hauling back the entire theater walls. She was handing herself to a near stranger on a silver platter, possessed by some outside force. Yet it felt good. More than good. Liberating.
    She couldn’t think beyond that, not