Free Disgraced Cowboys (Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 3) [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] by J. Rose Allister Page B

Orgasmic pressure climbed quickly in her pelvis, which shocked her. She never responded to men this way, yet both of the men who’d been deemed her “mates” unleashed a sexual frenzy in her. She was so desperate for Seth that her nails clawed along his wide shoulders and down his back over and over, digging into his ass each time to work her clit against his pelvis. He shuddered in response and pulled out of their kiss long enough to tip his head back, his mouth open in a silent cry. With the expanse of his throat visible and his eyes shut, he looked so, well, beautiful. A graceful animal, ready to howl at the moon.
    Or topple over the edge of ecstasy.
    The feeling of power it gave her to have this effect on a superhuman male specimen was far different than the satisfaction of men handing over money to watch her strut her stuff. The surge of sexual domination was overwhelming—and a fucking turn-on to boot. Not that she was the sole dominating force here. As much as she was pulling apart Seth’s control, he had all but decimated hers.
    When his attention came back to her, his eyes were a fiery golden color. “I gave fair warnin’,” he growled.
    He pulled away long enough to grab the quilt pooled at their feet and spread it out near the fire. Then he took her by the hand and pulled her onto the middle of it.
    “What, you’re not dragging me by the hair?” she asked with a mischievous smile. “I thought you were a caveman?”
    “Wait here.”
    He strode to the back corner of the cave-alcove, those wondrous ass cheeks twitching enough to make Brandi drool. He snatched something off the cot, and the view on his way back was literally jaw-dropping. The small camping pillow he clutched got dropped near the edge of the quilt, and his eyes left the spot to find hers. They were burning with needs she was well past feeling, and the tiny smile his lips curved into left no mystery as to who that pillow was meant for.
    If there was one thing Brandi knew, it was how to move her body in a slutty, male-torturing manner. She applied this skill with a smoldering, come-hither expression as she knelt down in the deep squat she performed on stage. Her knees were thrust far apart, and without the stripper thong she normally wore, the lewd maneuver hid nothing from his rabid gaze. Instead of waiting for dollar bills before rising for the finish, however, she let him get a good look at her pink, widely spread pussy lips before reaching her hands behind her to support her weight on her arms. She gave her pelvis an upward thrust before lowering herself onto her elbows.
    “You sure ain’t one to heed a man’s gentlemanly warnin’,” he said with a growl. “You ain’t gonna stop until I’m fuckin’ you like an animal, are you?”
    “Gentleman?” She teased one of her breasts while he watched her eyes take in every rock-hard, gleaming inch of him. Her stare fastened to the red, throbbing cock that was in perfect proportion to the rest of his massively toned physique. “I’m pretty sure gentlemen don’t talk to a lady the way you do.”
    Oh, yeah, the look he razed her with now was every bit as intense and hungered as the way he’d stared at the moon over the falls. She licked her lips like a porno star, feeling her pulse quicken at the thought of tasting that hot, stiff flesh. “Mother of mercy,” she teased, pinching a nipple between her red-colored nails as she stared appreciatively at the shaft jutting out at her. “I think I’ve discovered Thor’s hammer.”
    “What is this thing with you and Thor?”
    She gave him her most seductive smile. “I’m not sure, but I think I’m about to find out.”
    His mouth quirked upward briefly, but his expression was all business when he sank to his knees between her obscenely spread legs. “You are so unbelievably beautiful. I want to do everythin’ imaginable to you, but all I can think about now is how hard and fast I want to fuck you.”
    Her cunt clenched at the thought.