The Werewolf Cowboy
Werewolves of Montana Mating Mini #6
Katy Thomas has dreamed about sexy cowboy Grayson Moore sweeping her off her feet ever since the handsome, strong Lupine bought the ranch next door to Aiden Mitchell's spread. But pack comes first for the orphaned Katy. She owes her allegiance to her adoptive family and alpha Aiden, not Grayson, the known lone wolf with a quiet air of lethal danger about him.
Grayson has dark secrets he can't reveal to ordinary Lupines, and Katy is still too innocent for the fierce lovemaking his wolf demands. Fighting the sexual attraction between them, he has vowed to protect Katy from all harm. When a rogue werewolf kidnaps Katy and takes her into the Dark Kingdom, only Grayson dares to enter the forbidden world to rescue her. He will do anything to keep her safe and teach her the ways of dark magick, for the wolf inside him demands he consummate their bond sexually and claim Katy as his forever mate...
Excerpt (Warning: This is a romance novel containing explicit sex and language. Not intended for anyone under the age of 18)
(The Werewolf Cowboy © Copyright 2016 Bonnie Vanak)
Branding time at a werewolf ranch always took on extra meaning for single Lupines, and Katy Thomas knew exactly which wolf she wanted beneath tonight's moon.
Owner of the Double D Ranch bordering the Mitchell Ranch, where Katy lived. Lone Lupine. Mysterious wolf and a great cowhand.
Aiden, her alpha, had asked Grayson to help out with rounding up and branding Mitchell Ranch calves today. Not that they needed extra wranglers. But Aiden had been real neighborly after Grayson purchased the Double D a year ago.
A cool wind whipped through the tall grasses and ruffled the curls in her long ponytail. Overhead, the sky was a crisp Montana blue, and the sun warmed her shoulders as she rode her gelding through the western pasture, her long brown curls bouncing against her shoulders.
Aiden had assigned her to work with Grayson, roping the calves, tying them up for Kyle to brand and vaccinate and then leaving the ugly work of castrating the bull calves to Darius and their new vet, Parker.
On his gelding, riding next to her, Grayson whistled a familiar song. The tune always tugged at her, for it was the only vague recollection from her childhood before she came to the Mitchell Ranch.
Nat King Cole's "Smile."
"I love that song," she told him as he finished.
Grayson winked at her. "I know. You told me before, Katy."
Watching him gallop off toward the herd, she followed. What did he look like naked? With his thick shock of dark hair, faint stubble shadowing a taut jaw, and tall, muscled body, Grayson epitomized all the good things she knew about male Lupines.
Sexy, handsome, strong. But alone, no pack, using only Skins to work his ranch. It was the one characteristic that other female Lupines disapproved of, but intrigued Katy. Tonight was the traditional barbecue and dance, and then the running as wolves beneath the moon. She hoped Grayson would be there. At all the previous social events at the Mitchell Ranch, Grayson participated in the dining and dancing, and left when it came time to shift.
If she didn't know better, she'd think he didn't want anyone seeing him shift into his wolf form.
Pulling his horse up to an expert stop, Grayson tipped back his black Stetson and regarded her with his ice blue eyes. "Ready to rope the next one, Katy?" he asked.
She nodded, jerked out of her daydream of envisioning him nude, lying sprawled out in bed, his gaze inviting.
Pale yellow sunlight dappled the thicket of pines and oaks bordering the pasture where the gushing river tumbled over boulders and rocks, uncaring, unjudging. The vista, with jagged mountains peaks soaring in the distance, seemed serene. But her stomach churned and her heart pounded from Grayson's nearness.
She galloped toward the next target, roping him as Grayson leapt off his gelding and then tied up the bawling calf.
He hunkered down, speaking in a low, soothing voice to the animal. Most wranglers treated calves like future McDonald's hamburgers, but Grayson had a soft side that she really liked.
Now that she'd turned twenty-one and was fully wolf, she became well aware of his other assets as well. She drifted back into the fantasy of Grayson lying nude in bed…wondering what he wanted with her.
A deep male voice spoke into her mind.
Tied up, naked and helpless, at my mercy. I would make you scream with pleasure. Fuck you hard and fast, and you would know you were mine and no other male's. I would pound into you so hard, trap you in my bed until your belly grew big with my young. Yeah, that's what I'd like to do to you in the dark of night, Katy.
Shocked, she blinked hard. The loud chugging of three ATVs drew nearer. Grayson looked up.
"Release the rope," he ordered in the same deep voice that had spoken in her mind seconds ago.
Katy's heart beat faster as he finished, wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and murmured thanks to her as he handed back the bottle.
Sharing water, nothing more. But the gesture indicated a deeper intimacy, as if he wanted to swap other body fluids with her, and planned to do so very soon.