Waking Up Dead (The Western Werewolf Legend #1) by Catherine Wolffe

among their
midst.
    ***
    The vision came to Ty at some of the
oddest of times. They traveled away from the vampires and his
thoughts remained on her. What did it all mean?
    “ Take me. I want you too! I
want you inside me.” Sonja’s head lolled as he suckled her peak,
yet again. Her words surprised him as well as aroused him. Ty was
as hard as a rock and his skin burned with the need to bury himself
deep inside her heat. Gently, he lowered her to the ground and
shoved at the voluminous skirts until he found her. She wore no
drawers and Ty’s cock thrummed with a wild need. He almost lost
control.
    Sonja reached out and took his hide
pants, unlacing the leather and tugging them from his hips. She
gasped when his erection stood from his loins. “I knew you’d be
big,” she told him as he lowered himself between her thighs.
Moaning his name, Sonja took his head and shoved it into her chest.
The need for her drove him to suckle and nip at her breast. He
pushed back and stared into her eyes. “I want to taste you. Will
you let me?” Her eyes clouded. His confidence grew with knowledge
he would have her in ways few dreamt about. Trailing hot, wet
kisses lower to the thatch of gold curls at her core, the assault
began in earnest as the she moaned with his tongue inside her. Soon
she bucked and shoved him down. Her fingers digging into his back
until the pain mingled with the pleasure sent ripples of need
surging to his manhood. Rising to rub at her mound after the flash
of an orgasm and she screamed his name, Ty breathed her in. Over
the length of her silky white skin, their eyes met m. She was lost
in a sensuous gaze as he rose up and took her mouth in a savage
kiss. His and only his, no one else’s. Branded and claimed, Ty
buried himself inside her. Pent up pressure built quickly and the
release was so sweet as he let go filling her with his
seed.
    Sonja’s head fell back as she cried
out. There was no one to hear. They existed in a world unto
themselves.
    Sonja’s eyes tracked him as Ty laid
his body next to hers. “Le petit.” She smiled. “The small death,”
she purred. “Your gift to me.”
    Ty’s finger traced the angle of her
face while basking in the aftermath of their lovemaking. The color
in her cheeks rose. So beautiful, she was. “You’ve not experienced
a culmination of your lover’s touch?” he asked tenderly.
    “ No,” Sonja shook her head
gently. “Robert cared not for a woman’s needs,” she told
him.
    Pulling her closer, Ty’s mouth found
hers. The kiss sealed their bond with tenderness and promise of
more to come. Married to a man who considered women there for his
own comforts, she’d not been given the opportunity to share in a
truly companionable relationship. Her husband had been much the
same as others. Their comforts were the only ones, which mattered.
The women in their lives were there for their use and convenience –
nothing more. With his head next to hers, Ty stared into her eyes
once more. She was a gift cherished. Being with her like this was
all he’d ever dreamed of.
    Sometime later, when she lay in the
cradle of his arm and the time they’d spent together was nothing
more than a memory, Ty vowed he would make sure she didn’t soon
forget what they meant to each other.
    ***
    He had no right to plague her about
her meeting with Perkins. He certainly hadn’t been of any use.
Glancing at his profile astride the doe colored mare, Sonja wasn’t
ready to forgive Ty. He paid little attention to her after another
quarrel over the same topic. They left Pennsylvania in silence.
Sonja reminded herself she wanted things to remain so. No way she’d
allow him the knowledge she’d been hurt by his reaction. No
way.
    “ Briann, you’ve said little
since we left town. Are you sorry you came with us?”
    “ No, I’m not sorry. A
little sad to have grown up and lived in the same place for so long
and now to be driven away by Perkins and his vultures. Where are we
headed?”