Page 19 of Cowboy Wolf Christmas

A present only he got to unwrap.

His eyes raked over her, golden wolf irises glowing in the darkness as he took in every inch of her folds. “So pretty. So sweet. Like candy made for me.” He ran a finger down the seam of her slit and she shivered. The way he whispered it, he sounded almost...reverent with appreciation over her, before a twisted smirk pulled at his lips. “Which part of you should I tongue fuck first?” he growled.

Cheyenne let out a harsh hiss at the sudden change. The surprise twist.

His words and that grin were all filth, but she was here for it. It filled her with need.

She couldn’t bring herself to answer. Instead, she whimpered a little, sounding like a way sexier version of herself than she’d ever known as she scooted down the bed closer toward him. She watched him lick his lips, like he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her. She knew the feeling, wanted to tell him she felt the same, but she was beyond words at this point.

“I could start with your clit. That’d really make you scream.” He dipped his head, flicking his tongue over the sweet bead there. Cheyenne felt herself nearly come up off the bed, as her back arched into him. How could her body evenfeellike that?

No one had ever put their mouth on her there before.

She’d been too nervous to let them, but with Silas she was anything but nervous.

She was alive, wild.

“Or maybe the tight little bud of your ass,” he crooned. “I bet you’ve never let anyone fuck you there. It’d be just for me.” He lifted her then, circling his tongue over her back entrance until her legs started to shake. Cheyenne gasped, sputtered. Who evendidthat? Was thatallowed? Her eyes flew wide open.

He was right. No one had ever touched her there either. She didn’t know how to tell him that, or that she didn’t even know doingthat, kissingtherewas even a thing. It wasn’t like she’d ever watched human porn or anything. But now that he was doing it, she wanted every part of it. Of him.

She wanted himeverywhere.

As if he knew it, Silas growled his approval. “Or I could go straight where I want to be and lick your pussy until you’re dripping.” His nose nudged against her entrance, like he was breathing her scent in. The whiskers on his cheeks brushed against her sensitive skin of her thighs and the contrast surprised her, caught her off guard, but then his tongue plunged into her, full and distracting, stealing all sense from her head before he pulled back. “Fuck, your taste was made for me.” A dark fire burned in his eyes from where he smirked at her. “You’re mine the rest of the night.”

Mine.The possession in that word vibrated through her.

She wanted it, craved it, and yet . . .

“Tonight only,” she breathed. The words were out before she could will them back.

Silas froze. Staring up at her like he wasn’t exactly pleased about that. “Don’t fuck with me like that,” he snarled, lip curling.

“I’m not-I’m not fucking with you,” she said, trying to understand his meaning. “It’s true. I’m leaving,” she blurted out. Her admission smashed the tension between them like a sledgehammer, destroying everything. She didn’t know why she felt the need to tell him that then, now, but her brain was reeling, telling her she needed to make this more . . . more . . . normal somehow.

More routine.

Every relationship she’d ever had ended shortly after sex. She always figured that she must not have been very good at it, or that her reactions to things, her autism, a part of her she couldn’t separate from herself, made her undesirable somehow. Normally, she could hide it away, mask her more neurodiverse behaviors, but she couldn’t hide the longer a relationship went on, especially while being intimate. With all the sounds, feelings, sensations. It left her with no place to go. And keeping a relationship to one night only was what people said when they didn’t want sex to mean anything, right?

She didn’twantsex with Silas not to mean anything, but she had to say it beforehedid, because, of course he’d say it. Every one of her other partners did. And it was true. Shewasleaving. That was her plan, which meant she had to stick to it.

“I’m leaving for MAC-V-Alpha just after Christmas,” she said.

The phrase settled in the ether between them.

“The military?” Silas brow crinkled as he pulled away from her thighs.

“Yes,” she nodded. “A shifters-only unit.”

Silas scowled.

She didn’t think she’d ever seen him look as grumpy as he did then. Which meant she needed to fix this. Smooth things over.

She scrambled to explain. “I’ll be able to use my mechanical skills. All day long. That’s why I didn’t want to miss the shift-and-run tomorrow. This Christmas is my last one at Wolf Pack Run.”

Silas was on his feet then, pacing the room. Every muscle in his corded form seemed to ripple, writhe. “Why are you telling me this? Why now?”

“Because . . . I . . . ” Cheyenne sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest. “I guess I wanted to be honest. Up front.”

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