DISGRACED COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Book 3 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series, a spinoff from the bestseller HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Erotic | Paranormal (shifter) | M/M,M/F,M/M/F|
Double Penetration |Anal Sex
About the LONE WOLVES series:
They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.
About DISCARDED COWBOYS:
As the newest headliner at Hot Pink, Brandi Lyn Cherry gets paid well to dance, though not enough to enjoy it. When sexy cowboy Marcus arrives, however, she’s hot and ready to give him her best private show. He doesn’t want to pay her to dance, though. He wants to pay her to stop.
His possessiveness is almost as intriguing as his other love interest, Seth—a cowboy who’s as sexy and male as Marcus himself. Their allure is unavoidable, and discovering both are werewolves from Shay Falls’ most infamous pack drags her into a world far darker and more erotic than the one she left behind. But when their alpha, Kade, comes for Brandi to exact a price on the wolves for disobeying his prime command, all three of them are in danger of losing far more than their secrets—and their hearts.
Conversation ceased, and all the men looked at one another. The distant cry of a lone wolf pierced the silent pause, and four heads whipped around in alarm.
“It’s him,” Caleb said. “I’m leavin’. Best you all do the same.”
Brandi thought her befuddlement over the bizarre discussion couldn’t get any worse. When the man claiming he was about to leave peeled his T-shirt over his head and unzipped his pants, however, her confusion sharpened. What the hell was going on?
The man began to quiver with an odd vibration that didn’t quite seem explainable by the cool mountain air. While she stared in amazement, hair shot out over his body, and he hunched over unnaturally. Impossibly. With the pop of resettling joints, the man-shape contorted and dropped down on all fours. Within moments, a pile of clothing on the ground was all that remained of the cowboy. A grayish-brown wolf stood in his place.
She barely managed to stifle the gasp that followed but fell backward and hit the dirt square on her ass. The wolf’s head snapped around at the sound of the muffled thud, sniffing the air.
It saw her.
The wolf snarled and crept toward her, its head lowered and eyes glowing menacingly. Those eyes! They were lit by the same golden fire shared by all the men who were now sweeping the area behind the Dumpster.
“Shit,” the short one said. “Got ourselves a fuckin’ eavesdropper.”
“Oh, God,” she murmured, unable to get to her feet. The wolf was closing distance rapidly. She scooted back on her hands and ass, feeling pebbles dig painfully into her skin. Why had she come out here? So much for trusting her instincts.
“Leave her alone,” Marcus said with an authoritative air. The wolf paused but bared its fangs at her.
“But she saw,” the short man said, sneering at her almost as angrily as the wolf in front of her.
Marcus stepped forward until he was beside the animal. “It’s all right. She’s with me.”
He leaned down to offer her his hand, and after a moment, she took it.
“You mean she’s…” the squatter man started, trailing off when Seth shot him a warning look.
Marcus’s hand was blessedly warm, as was he when he drew her tightly beside him and turned to face the others. Nevertheless, a chill swept over her at what she’d just seen.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered, shaking harder.
Marcus must have felt her shiver, because he looked down at the skimpy bikini the other men—and a wolf—were all openly staring at and swore under his breath. He let go of her and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes opened wide in question when he tugged it off to reveal a mouth-watering chest. He settled his shirt, which was toasty with his body heat, around her shoulders.
“Thanks,” she managed, holding the fabric closed in front of her. She was used to men staring at her, of course—that was what she got paid for. Still, these eyes were too damn unsettling.
“You okay?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Not even a little okay. What just happened?”
“Isn’t it obvious, darlin’?” His eyes were glowing brighter now than the moon overhead. “We’re werewolves.”
She would have laughed, if not for the animal three feet away. “Werewolves. As in ‘of London.’”
He made a face. “More like shape-shifters than shaggy men with bad teeth, but you get the idea.”
“‘We’ are?” She glanced around at their searing and oh-so-similar stares. “So that’s how you’re related. How do you even exist?”
“I hate to interrupt this touchin’ moment,” the short man said, “but we need to get the fuck up on out of here before Kade shows. But I have my concerns about leavin’ the filly here with our secret.”
“I told you, she’s with me,” Marcus shot back, and something about the way he said “with” shifted some glances back and forth. No doubt he was giving them all the wrong impression about their relationship. Still, she could give a shit what he claimed was between them, if that meant the wolf-things would leave her alone.
Meanwhile, Seth’s eyes were everywhere on her, and she kept tossing nervous glances at him. She had to admit he was damn handsome, though in a different way than Marcus. Why the gorgeous ones were always gay was beyond her understanding. Then again, the way he and Marcus looked at her was anything but platonic. Her head was beginning to hurt just trying to make sense of everything.
Without another word, the squat cowboy tugged off boots and shirt. She knew what was coming, tensed for it, but still gasped when his body began to ripple and contort. His wolf was a darker brown than Caleb’s, and not surprisingly, more compact. After one final look at her and each other, the two wolves picked up their cowboy hats with their teeth and sprinted away, disappearing into the line of trees along the edge of the alley.
That left her alone with Marcus and Seth, one of whom was rubbing a large hand along her arm while the other devoured every inch of her with a hungry yet oddly conflicted look. A man with that much restrained lust would be worth a hundred bucks inside the club, easy. Yet the glimmer of yellow in his eyes whispered to her that he wasn’t a man, not in the strictest sense. She was in the presence of supernatural beings. Creatures of night. And maybe he wasn’t lusting after her. Maybe he just hadn’t eaten yet.