No. He would not bite this female. He wouldn’t bite any female. A claiming wasn’t in the cards for a wolf like him. Better to love her well in thanks for sharing her body, her sweetness, than to bind a female to someone who wouldn’t give her the life she deserved.
Shaking his head to clear it, Owen leaned back, bared his teeth as her pussy lips clung to him, then rocked his hips forward. He claimed another inch, laid his hand on her belly and pulled her into him until he sank in yet another inch.
She rocked into him in a discordant rhythm. Looking over her shoulder, he saw Tom’s hand on her breast, holding the tip still so he could rasp his teeth over it then lick away the sting with his tongue. Tom’s other hand was on her mound, his fingers pressed into her clit, drawing jerky, tight circles over it. She was rocking between the two males, gasping with pleasure.
With a grunt Owen drove his hips forward. He was deep inside her now, feeling tight rings of muscle grip him, ripple around him. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. With human women he always used a condom. Always. But with a female…and he could hardly remember the last time he’d been with a female…there was no need. Weres didn’t harbor most human diseases, let alone sexually transmitted ones. And if a female was in heat his nose would tell him. He’d forgotten how exquisite it felt to fuck without a condom, to feel all that slick heat wrapped around him, every ripple and tight slide, skin against skin. Fucking with a condom was like typing with gloves on. It got the job done but…
Beneath his hand the muscles in her belly clenched as she rolled between him and Tom. Rough and unfeminine knuckles scraped the underside of his cock and Owen froze.
Holy hell and back. No guy had ever touched his dick before. Owen looked over Suzanne’s shoulder, saw the furrow between Tom’s closed eyes, saw the male’s lips stretched around her breast as his cheeks hollowed. Nope, Owen was pretty sure the touch was accidental. Maybe inevitable, considering their proximity. The fingers rubbing Suzanne’s clit were jerking around some, in counterpoint to her hand riding Tom’s cock.
Owen saw her wrist flex as if she was tightening her grip. With a hiss and wearing a savage grin, Tom let go of her nipple and curled as if his abdominals had clenched. Again, Owen felt the rub and press of the backs of Tom’s fingers.
It made him uncomfortable and, in a weird, forbidden way, turned him on too. Huh. Maybe he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d thought. Maybe Tom
was
the soap that bound them together. With his hips still rocking and his rod still squeezing into that wet slice of heaven that was Deputy Sheriff Suzanne Young, Owen started to think he wouldn’t mind sharing the feeling. After all, indulging in the luxury of her pussy while Tom was making do with a hand job was just…selfish.
Leaning forward, Owen kissed the shell of her ear, licked it long and slow until she trembled and leaned into him. He withdrew from her sheath until just the head of his cock was inside, pumped into her with shallow, teasing strokes and held her hip in place when she tried to rock back into him. When she whimpered, he nuzzled her again.
“I want your ass.”
Suzanne stiffened against him. He might just have shocked the hell out of her but no, that sweet pussy juice suddenly trickling over his balls told him she was definitely intrigued. When Tom’s head came up into Owen’s field of vision he saw the glint of lust in the other male’s eyes. An un-PC grin quirked up the corners of Tom’s mouth.
To emphasize his point Owen squeezed Suzanne’s backside then sank his pole into her slowly enough to make her squirm. He hadn’t asked her if she’d care to indulge in anal sex with him. That wasn’t Owen’s style. He took charge no matter where he was or what he was doing. It wasn’t always a good thing but he couldn’t stop being who he was any more than he could change his eye color.
“You got any lube?” Owen asked Tom.
Tom jerked his head in the direction of the night table behind Owen. “Top drawer,” Tom said with undisguised lechery. Still peering over Suzanne’s shoulder, he watched Owen oil his member then apply liberal dabs to the head. Obligingly, Tom took hold of Suzanne’s leg, angled it up so high it hovered over her shoulder. After he tucked her knee into the crook of his arm he reached behind her to grip her butt cheek and tug until she was fully exposed.
“Thanks,” Owen said as he smeared lube over her ass and teased her opening by rimming it with his forefinger then pushed gently.
“Any time, buddy. Any time.” Tom stopped talking when he leaned over Suzanne and sank his tongue into her mouth.
Still levered up on one elbow, Owen paused as he watched them kiss, listened to the muffled, desperate sounds they made, felt her much smaller body tense then tremble as she shifted her weight forward and back.
He pushed his finger in a little deeper, paused then withdrew. “Oh yeah, baby,” he growled. “Your pussy’s pure heaven but this ass of yours, hmm…” Letting his voice trail off, he kissed her shoulder, dragged the smooth front of his teeth across her. “You’re going to make me insane.” Leaning back again, he watched his finger move in her. It would have been better with the lights on but he could still see well enough. Maybe sometime they could do this again in daylight. The thought of the three of them being together again was so appealing, Owen felt his unease rise like before. That didn’t stop him from enjoying the moment though. He added a second finger to the first, nudged Tom’s hand so the other were would spread her ass more and turned his wrist slowly as he sank into her.
Suzanne hissed against Tom’s mouth at the same time as she started trembling. Owen stopped, giving her time to protest. She didn’t. Instead she rolled her hips gently, like she was making herself more comfortable. When she moved her ass shifted around his fingers, gripped tighter then eased. He started trembling right along with her. Again he kissed her shoulder, felt the subtle rocking of her torso against his chest as she moved between him and Tom. Smelled the heat of her arousal bleeding from her pores.
So hard now he ached, Owen scissored his fingers, stretched her carefully but deliberately, moved his mouth over the back of her neck and with long, gentle strokes licked the top of her spine. She shook and moaned into Tom’s mouth.
Gradually that strong ring of muscles around his fingers relaxed. He was able to push deeper, move faster. The taste of her skin almost made him drunk and he kissed her—full, open presses of his mouth to her back—and licked so he could drink down the fine sheen of sweat that was making her body shimmer in the moonlight.
“
Please
,” she murmured against Tom’s lips.
That one word was so loaded with need and frustration Owen couldn’t bear to keep her waiting any longer. He eased his fingers out of her, took hold of his cock, seated the head against her back opening and pushed.
Suzanne gasped. A sharp inhalation then a desperate, tense mewling. She didn’t rebuke him though. She didn’t try to scurry away. Instead she trembled and leaned back into him ever so slightly. Again Owen thought she was adjusting her position so his penetration would be smoother, maybe even more comfortable.
All he knew was her ass was the tightest, hottest vise he’d ever sunk into. He snarled and scraped her shoulder with his teeth when that tight, wicked ring of muscle stretched just enough for the head of his cock to muscle into her. Her ass bore down on him, right behind the flared head, holding him inside her with a determination that made him wince.
Those muscles of hers might be squeezing the hell out of him but he liked it just fine. When he grunted again he felt her butt cheek shift. Looking down, he saw Tom’s darker fingers dig into her flesh. The other male spread her even more.
He wanted to say thanks but the shifting of her hot flesh around him allowed him only a groan of need.
For a moment all Owen could do was pant. The soft skin on her shoulder grew moist from his breath. She shivered and it communicated so much pleasure he kissed her reverently. But like always, he pushed the unfamiliar tenderness aside, laid his hand on her hip and pressed into her.
It wasn’t a smooth slide. It was jerky as he fought against the tightness that seemed determined to repulse him. But that was just Suzanne’s body communicating its vulnerability and he took her slowly and carefully. Push. Pause. Retreat. When he rolled his hips to the side ever so slightly she made a quiet, erotic sound that was more rumble than gasp. When he pulled on her hip, drawing her into him, that tight, round ass of hers tipped back like she was hungry for more.
Oh yeah. He had no problem obliging the lady. But first Owen leaned away from her, dragging his cock out of her with a slow, nasty tease until only the head remained wedged inside her. His wolf growled with satisfaction when the female moaned, reached behind her and dug her fingers into his waist. Owen paused, counted his heartbeats until he reached five then eased his rod back into her.
Slowly, mastering his strength, Owen slid back and forth inside her well-lubricated passage. The heat made him crazy with lust. The tug of that strong ring of muscle on his shaft made him snarl every time he pulled back. When his pelvis was finally crushed against her butt he sighed and dropped his head on the pillow behind hers.
He still held her hip, keeping her close, keeping himself buried inside her. For a moment the haze of his lust cleared. He felt connected to her and not just because his dick was buried in her ass. Pursing his lips, he breathed a kiss to her hair. Suzanne’s body rocked subtly and Owen knew it was in time with Tom’s finger moving over her clit, the other male’s tongue moving in her mouth. Slowly, buying himself another few seconds of this odd, aching intimacy, Owen lifted his hand off her hip and touched her breast. He cupped the weight of it, squeezed gently then simply held her. The hairs on Tom’s chest, when they rubbed his knuckles, weren’t coarse. They were fine and carried the warmth of the other were’s body.
Shaking his head, Owen slid his hand back down Suzanne’s body, took hold of her hip and gritted his teeth as he slid away from her. They were here to fuck, maybe recoup a little, not get tied up in stupid maudlin thoughts. Still moving carefully, trying to judge her readiness, he filled her ass, retreated then filled her again until the only thing he could think of, the only thing he could feel was the feminine power wrapped around his cock, riding his pleasure into madness.
When he took hold of her knee and lifted it out of the crook of Tom’s arm, Tom hoisted himself up and peered at him in the gloom. There was a furrow between the other male’s eyes and Owen could smell his confusion. He smelled a hint of anger too, like Tom was thinking he’d changed the deal with regards to sharing. That furrow eased when Owen laid Suzanne’s leg over Tom’s hip then slid it up until it hooked over the male’s waist.
Owen pressed into Suzanne with more force than before and let her body rock into Tom’s.
“I’m all for sharing the wealth,” Owen rasped and kept his gaze on Tom’s as he dipped his head, exposed his teeth and dragged them carefully over Suzanne’s shoulder. The big deputy sheriff didn’t need a second invitation. Owen heard Tom’s body slide across the sheets, felt Suzanne jerk as Tom pressed into her.
She squirmed hard but froze when Owen settled his teeth over the back of her neck.
He heard her clear her throat. “I’ve never done this before.” Her voice was quiet and it wavered although the anxiety he smelled around her wasn’t full-blown.
“Neither have I,” Tom said and his voice was deeper than usual.
Owen saw the other male’s forearm move like he was stroking Suzanne’s face.
Tom continued, “But you trust us. And we will be gentle.”
“Well,” Owen whispered, “not
too
gentle.” With a soft growl he nipped her neck then licked away the sting with long, steady sweeps of his tongue. “Just gentle enough.”
Tom chuckled. “Yeah. Gentle enough.”
Between them, Suzanne moaned quietly. Owen felt her arch and was pretty sure Tom’s mouth was on her breast again. He got a weird sense of satisfaction as the other were touched her. He also realized she’d stopped squirming and that her hips were moving back and forth, teasing his cock until he ached. The mattress shifted a little as Tom pressed into her.
Owen heard her gasp a second before he felt a sliding pressure up the back of his shaft. Sweet fuck… He could actually feel Tom’s cock head pushing into her, through the wall that separated pussy from ass. Too weirded-out to move, Owen held his breath as Tom slid against his length like a thick thumb rubbing over him. Too soon, the shocking pressure stopped. Suzanne twitched and groaned. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. He and Tom both held still, held her tight and safe between them as her much smaller body tensed, impaled on both of them. Feeling like his cock was compressed in the most beautiful vise, Owen breathed hard and waited.
She trembled then gradually the tension in her body eased. The grip on his pole eased too, like she’d adjusted to having the two of them inside her.
“Damn weres,” she groused.
Wondering what she was complaining about, Owen heard her slap Tom’s ass before she reached back and slapped his.
“Fuck me, dammit.”
“Yes ma’am,” they drawled at the same time and withdrew.
Owen took the lead like he did in everything else. He pushed back into her slowly, held her steady by gripping her hip with one hand. The other he slid beneath her neck and anchored around her chest. He stroked her shoulder then kissed it softly. When he withdrew, Tom filled her.