Page 30 of Cowboy Wolf Christmas

Maybe even wanted them, if he was honest with himself.

Crooking his icing covered finger, he made her come closer, painting it over her nipples, the line of her belly. Lower...

“I’m not sure about the texture of that there,” she whispered, wiggling a little beneath him. Silas dropped his head, taking one of her ample breasts into his mouth and sucking. Cheyenne gasped, moaned a little. “Never mind,” she panted. “I can handle the texture if you keep licking me there.”

And he did, over and over until she was moaning, practically keening, both of them wild with need. Pulling back then, he stood over her for a moment, watching as she squirmed in anticipation beneath his gaze. He’d cleared his side of the work station with one shove of his arm across the countertop and he loved the way the mess, the icing and the glistening sheen of where he’d licked it from her left a trail of where he’d been. Not to mention, there was something incredibly sexy about the idea of him taking her, clothes still on, while she was splayed open there.

Slowly, Silas unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather strap and metal clasp biting through the silence between them. Somewhere off in the distance, on the other side of the cabin, he could hear Christmas music playing, blaring through speakers.

No one would hear them. A good thing considering the noises he knew she would make by the time he was through with her.

Unbuttoning his jeans, he dropped them down to the thick muscles of thighs. Leaving only his dick and a bare bit of ass showing. He took the length of his cock in his hand, working the veined shaft, feeling the girth there, the smooth skin of the head.

“You’re certain you want this?”

Every other time he’d taken her, alone in the cabin, and then in her room the night earlier, he’d been certain to wear a condom, or at the very least when they’d been without, he’d pulled out before he’d finished, spending himself on the soft feminine curve of her belly.

This would be different. A raw, wild claiming.

Cheyenne nodded. Bit her lip again. Her folds were glistening, practically dripping for him. “I ache for you there.” She snaked a hand down, fingering her own clit.

Silas felt a bead of moisture gather at his tip. “Fuck, baby. I want that too.” He gripped her by her hips then, fingers digging into the soft, rounded flesh there as he positioned himself outside her entrance. “I love you,” he whispered, daring to say it first as he sheathed himself deep inside her. He may have been clothed, but she’d already laid him bare.

Anyone with eyes could see it.

Cheyenne cried out, surging up against him. He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of him again, the weight. Reveled in the feel of her fingertips massaging over his scalp, tangling in his hair. “I love you too,” she whispered against his cheek. “I may not have known it in those words, the moment I saw you locked in the pack’s cells, but I knew we were headed there.”

Silas growled his approval, at the confirmation he’d already thought, felt every time he seated himself inside her there. This woman was meant for him, his one true mate. He didn’t give her long, before thrusting into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He drew back and did it again and again, pounding deep into her center, finding a steady, heated rhythm, until despite the cold chill in the kitchen air both of them were sweating, heated.

Silas was so rock-hard his balls ached, eager to spend, fill her with his seed. He felt her clench around him as he drew closer and that bit of added pressure and pleasure nearly did him in. “Fuck, I can’t hold on much longer, baby.” He groaned.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop. Please.”

She was right there with him.

Reaching between them, he circled her clit with his fingers, drawing her closer and closer until he gave it an unexpected flick. Cheyenne cried out. She shattered around him, coming apart on a scream as she milked the hot pulses of his cock. Silas swore out his pleasure, every fucking profanity he could think of as his wolf twisted inside him, writhing and alive. He held onto her then, the shudders of her orgasm racking through her as he cradled her in his arms, kissing her with a wild, furious need as he emptied himself inside her.

He kissed any part of her he could get his mouth on.

Her neck, her cheeks, her nose, her lips.

When the last of her orgasm shivered through her, she stared up at him from where he held her, eyes half-lidded and dreamy. He’d finished right alongside her, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her just yet. They stayed locked together like that, two together as one, for several long moments, before Cheyenne brushed a tender hand over the scruff of his beard.

“You think there’ll be more pups running around here by next Christmas?” she whispered against his ear.

God, he fucking hoped so, but Silas felt himself stiffen.

It was everything he wanted.

Shewas everything he wanted.

And yet . . .

The fact that she’d clearly decided to stay. All they’d done. The way he’d just emptied himself inside her. None of that changed the fact that he wasn’t a Grey Wolf in anything more than name only. Never could be. How hadn’t he seen that before?

Or maybe he had seen it, and despite that, he’d been just enough of a selfish bastard to take her anyway. He stared down at her, features heavy with a meaning he wasn’t certain he could convey in a single look. “I want that more than anything.” He dipped his head down to her belly and laid a kiss there, placed his hand against her. “But for your sake, I hope that isn’t the case.”

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