Page 18 of Cowboy Wolf Christmas

But I want to.

He had to bite his own tongue to keep from whispering it.

“I don’t know what you mean by that.” Cheyenne’s brow furrowed. Those full lips pulled into an angry pucker. “Who said you have to be deserving?” He felt her weight on the mattress move beside him. Felt the heat of her. Smelled that warm vanilla scent. “Don’t I get a choice?”

There was righteous anger in her question, the kind of rage that was warranted, and Silas didn’t know what to do with that. Or himself for that matter. Shielded by the dark and the sheet between them, he took his cock into his own hand, giving the head one hard stroke like that might ease the ache. It didn’t. Fuck, it made it worse. So much worse.

His balls tightened.

All he could think about was her touching him like that.

Finally, she let out a long sigh and whispered. “I need you to be direct, please. If you don’t want me, just say so, so I can understand that.”

Silas should have left it at that. His exit path was right there. All he had to do was take it. Tell her he didn’t want her. He should have told her those words exactly and left at that.

But he couldn’t. Not when she was practically begging him for it.

He had her in his arms, pulling her flush against him as he used one large hand to part the bare skin of her thighs within seconds. He thrust the thick length of his cock there, rubbing the outside of her perfect slit with it, until the slick heat of her pressed overtop his shaft.

He growled. “How’s that for direct?”

Her breath caught, he felt it hitch, but he didn’t stop. He wasn’t anywhere near finished with her yet. “I’m not very good at being gentle,” he purred against her ear. He tugged at the lobe with his teeth, working his way down with tongue and tooth until he was between her bare breasts. He sucked one into his mouth, causing her to arch against him, teasing and kneading and fondling it until he bit down, hard. “But I’ll try.”

She gasped, keened.

“You okay with that?” he whispered.

She nodded, nuzzling her cheek against him as her lips brushed against his. “I think so,” she breathed. “Just don’t break me. Please.”

Silas grumbled a near chuckle. “I’m not going to do that, sugar. I’m going to put you back together.” He kissed her, licking over the seam of her lips, gaining entry before he pulled back enough to whisper against her mouth. “But Iamgoing to make you scream.”

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Cheyenne had never experienced so many sensations at once before. Her whole body had come alive. Sure, she’d had sex a handful of times. Different partners even. But never anything like this. No one had ever promised to make her scream. No one had ever made her want to beg, plead for more. So much more it made her feel greedy, hungry with need. Too often sex was like an out of body experience for her. Something she was there for, but never fully present.

But she was present now. Fully with Silas like she was supposed to be. At ease in her own her skin in a way she’d never felt before. And she had no idea what to do about that.

If that was how it was supposed to be.

Silas seized the lead, taking the reins from her with a wild, hungry command and she followed, uncertain what to do except receive, react. His tongue was exploring her mouth now, deepening the kiss until other parts of her started to ache. Her breasts felt heavy, and the heat between her legs grew slick. As if he knew, sensed it, he palmed her breasts, inching his hands lower until his cock wasn’t the only thing teasing the outside of her entrance. The rough pad of his thumb circled the sweet bead of her of her clit.

She groaned. How had he found it so quick? He hadn’t even seemed to be looking.

Every other man she’d been with had acted like it was some buried, hidden treasure sunk deep into the bottom of the sea. There, but too difficult to find.

But Silas didn’t. He knew exactly how to touch her so she keened. In a way that was both too much and not enough. Steady. Rough. Competent.

He was her first she realized. Her first man.

All her previous lovers had been boys by comparison.

She knew that without a doubt then.

None of them had ever made her want like this, so much she could barely stop the noises tearing from her throat.

“Mmmm,” Silas purred, dropping his head down the line of her body. “Fuck me, keep moaning, baby.”

She didn’t have the words to tell him she couldn’t stop, even if she’d tried. The pleasure inside her was too much. She had to let it out, allow it to course through her and then out into the universe somehow. When he reached her hips, he shoved her legs open, gripping both her ass cheeks in his hands and spreading her like he was hungry and she was his Christmas feast.

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