He must have registered Tom’s moan of protest though because he went slowly, paused with his cock head just inside Tom’s ass then eased back into him. Even though Owen’s cock was shrinking, Tom still felt full. His body held on to the memory of being filled, worked, loved by that hard muscle. He swore he could feel Owen’s cum inside him, a thick, hot pool the male churned with every stroke.
He’d never felt so cherished, so powerful in his life.
A soft gasp coming from the foot of the bed drew his attention. His and Owen’s heads turned at the same time. Naked, her skin glowing and pink from her shower, Suzanne stared at them. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, swollen and moist like she’d been giving them a workout with her tongue. Her full breasts rose and fell with the fierceness of her breathing. Those delicious blushing nipples stood out hard, succulent and needy.
“You’re…you’re so beautiful together.” She sounded breathless and her gaze moved over them with an intensity that made Tom’s cock twitch. Owen’s too. “You’re just so, so…” She shook her head like she was trying to make it work better. “Beautiful.”
Owen lifted his weight up, just enough for him to release Tom’s leg. He lowered it gently and as he did, eased his cock out of Tom’s well-used and happy ass. “We’re selfish.” His voice had that incredibly sexy, postcoital rumble to it. “We took our pleasure and didn’t leave anything for you.” Tipping his head a little, he gazed at Suzanne’s body, licked his lips. Tom wasn’t being looked at but even he started to heat up, kind of like a contact hard-on.
After a final teasing kiss Owen released him and slid back to make space between them for the lovely female. Suzanne looked just as hot as Owen had, only in her own, seductive, feminine way as she crawled toward them on hands and knees. The smooth round curve of her hip rolled. Her ass stuck up proudly and Tom levered himself on his elbow so he could kiss it and draw his tongue around then into the soft crevice. “Damn you taste good,” he breathed. He bit her gently then wiggled his tongue past her dripping pussy lips and into her core.
She gasped, squirmed back into him yet somehow managed to lower her mouth to Owen’s. Tom knew that because he could hear the soft wet sounds of them kissing, saw Owen’s hands move over her back. She smelled of soap and hot, needy female. Tasted like everything he’d ever wanted in a mate. With the scent of Owen all over him, he tended to Suzanne with a devotion and need that echoed the feelings growing inside him.
Two mates. Greedy bastard that he was, he wanted two mates and he wanted the two who were in his bed, with him, this very minute. Unconventional? Yes. Weird-ass as all get out? Definitely. But if anybody could make it work, they could. Using his thumbs, he spread her gently, tongued her clit until she spilled more juice onto his cheeks then started in on lapping it out of her. There was so much love between the three of them he was surprised the roof didn’t pop off the house. True, Owen was the wildcard in the bunch but Tom was confident that between him and Suzanne they’d win him over. The male was
going
to be their mate. Just like he was going to be their Alpha. If that required a little more time and sweet-talking, well, Tom had no problem with that.
He kept on making love to Suzanne’s pussy until she was making low, needy sounds and squirming back into him. Rolling her onto her back, he eased up her body, kissed her breasts, pressed them together and sucked on her nipples until she started pulling on his hair. Ignoring the twinge in his ankle when he shifted, he got up on his knees, lifted her hips, took hold of his cock and positioned it against her opening. Huh. His recuperative powers around these two were nothing short of amazing. Even if he did say so himself. As he drew her to him he lifted up a little and harnessed the strength in his shoulders and forearms to control the movement of her body. He bared his teeth and growled as he slid into her. Tight, slick rings of muscle resisted him, held him in place for the space of a heartbeat then another before giving way to his determination. He thrust slowly and carefully, powering into her and paying attention to her responses.
Tom felt a fresh appreciation for the gentleness Owen had shown him.
The female bowed over his loins, gasped, ran those long, delicate fingers over her breasts, pulled on her nipples until they turned a dark rose. Then his view was obscured as Owen bent over her and drew a fat tip into his mouth. She grinned as if she was losing her mind as the sounds of sucking and a low hum of pleasure filled the room.
Fresh moisture seeped around Tom’s cock and he pushed in deeper. Oh yeah. This promised to be a long, slow, sweet ride. For both of them. With the air of a man settled in for a long, comfortable stay, Owen stretched out beside her, palmed one breast and kissed a path up to her mouth.
Inspired to make it as good for her as possible, Tom tapped the back of Owen’s hand. With that furrow between his eyes deeper than usual, the other male watched Tom tug on his fingers, trail them down Suzanne’s body and cup them around her mound.
If that grin of his was any indication Owen was definitely on board with the plan. He caressed her plumpness, nudged her clit then drew easy, slow circles around it with the tip of his finger. Adjusting his grip on her hips, Tom slid her up and back onto his lap, watched his cock reappear after each stroke, glistening with her juices. The scent of their combined lust almost drove him mad. The sounds she made—quiet, desperate and seductive—made him thrust harder, faster. He felt the bump of Owen’s hand on his pubic bone as the big were got serious about pleasuring Suzanne.
She was soon gasping, moaning with pleasure into Owen’s mouth. Tom loved the way her torso rocked, the clenching of those delicate abdominal muscles, the way her pussy flexed and gripped every inch of his cock. All female, she was soft, pale and pink as she jammed a heel into his ass, prodding him to go faster.
“Yes ma’am,” he drawled. He tightened his grip and drove into her. She cried out when he smashed Owen’s fingers between them, ground them into her, then she shivered and scented like a female in desperate need when he eased off.
Hot. Damn.
Gasping one last time, Suzanne tensed all over. Her breasts seemed to swell and that sweet pussy grabbed on and beat a tattoo all around his aching pole. She made sharp sounds of pleasure as she came in time with her torso rocking and rolling.
Suddenly Tom gasped. He felt a finger—a single, oily, rough and thick finger caress him, strike pay dirt on the second try and press into him. Man but that were was good at multitasking. Owen’s mouth was still making love to Suzanne’s breast but the hand that had been massaging her pussy had shifted and found the lube when Tom had lost track of everything, including whether his head was still attached, and was zeroing in on his prostate.
Bingo. His hips shot forward as the last milking convulsion gripped Suzanne’s core. He could have sworn he’d gone blind as ecstasy gripped him tight and cancelled out every sense other than touch. With Owen stroking him and Suzanne squeezing him, he stood no chance. Groaning loud enough to make the female he was holding onto jump, Tom ground into her and felt his seed pumping out fast and hot. His ass clenched, holding Owen right where he needed him. The pleasure as that fiendish digit stroked and stroked made him cry out.
Forget blind, he was losing his grip on reality. Ecstasy speared him, filled him, made him hot and cold and made him feel like he was a high-voltage conduit.
When it was finally over, when his balls ceded a final thick bead and offered it up in gratitude to the beautiful, loving female bowed against him, Tom sucked in as much air as he could and collapsed on his side.
Bad idea. His ankle bent and did not like it. Groaning, Tom grabbed his leg, rolled away then tried to stretch out and relax. It took a while and his ankle wasn’t in a mood to be appeased. At least not until Owen got out of bed and came back with one of the bags of frozen peas and a towel. Deftly, the male used the cloth to secure the peas in place, pulled Tom’s head up and shoved a pillow beneath it before collapsing back against the headboard.
“Fuck that was hot,” Owen said. He pulled Suzanne to him, snuggled her up close and kissed the corners of her mouth. “Did you mean it when you said he and I were beautiful? Nobody’s ever said I was beautiful before.”
He spoke quietly, so quietly Tom almost missed the wistful note in his voice. But it resonated with him because he felt the same.
“Yes.” Her pale, soft hair flowed as she nodded. “I’ve seen the look on your face when you watch Tom and me make love. Seen the same look on his face when I’m with you. A part of me assumed you were just being polite, waiting your turn. I didn’t realize h-how moving it was to watch my partners pleasure each other. And those completely hot, hard male bodies moving together… Just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Please tell me I can watch again.”
“Sure thing, baby,” Owen whispered through his wide grin and nuzzled her temple. “For you, anything.”
They stayed like that for a while as Tom lay back and let the makeshift icepack do its thing. He turned his head to look at Suzanne when she finally broke the comfortable silence.
“Why did you fight so hard, Tom?” she asked. She stroked his shoulder, ran her fingertips across his short hair. “Hard enough to mess up your ankle. I’d be surprised to see you walking tomorrow. No pun intended but you were an animal. The way you took on your challengers was ferocious.”
Shrugging bought Tom a moment to think. “I wasn’t just fighting for the Beta spot. I was fighting for both of you.” Their brows furrowed. “As much as Mister Man there wants to deny it, we’re falling in love with each other. Hell, we might already be in love.” He rubbed his chest absently, letting his palm glide over the sweat on his skin. “We’ll always be part of the bigger pack but we’re also a pack within the pack. Lovers
and
leaders. No way I’m giving up on that potential.”
He watched Owen’s features harden, felt the male’s emotional withdrawal as clear as if Owen had gotten up and started packing.
“Deny it all you want, Wells, but we’re part of you. You’re part of us. We’re sucking you in good and deep. Give us another day or two and you won’t want to leave. Now turn off the lights. Daylight’ll be here in a couple of hours and this cowboy needs some sleep.”
Not giving the big were a chance to protest, Tom rolled to the side of the bed and curled up on his side. He bent his knees so his ankle was positioned just so and clear of possible random foot movements from the others. Suzanne curled into him, pressed her soft breasts into his back, made him smile when her breath warmed his neck.
As expected, Owen took a little longer getting with the program. After some grumbling and huffing noises, he unwrapped Tom’s ankle and carried the bag of peas and the towel down the hall. A moment later Tom heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. When Owen came back he smelled like soap and fresh water and he climbed into bed behind Suzanne, switched off the light and, with a bit more grumbling, pulled up the blankets and tucked them in together, all safe and warm.
“Owen.”
The fear in that one word made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He grabbed his keys and his fleece cover-up and headed for the community center exit at a dead run.
Caller ID told him Laura Samuels, their new pharmacist, was on the other end of his cell phone. It sounded like her speakerphone had been switched on and the voice in the background was crude and pleading in turn.
“What don’t you understand? Look, I’m being as nice as I can but I’ve got a legal prescription for this stuff. See? Here’s the bottle. The pills spilled out when I pulled the bottle out of my pocket. Happens all the time, right?”
Jumping in his pickup, Owen cranked the ignition, dropped the beast in gear and peeled out of his parking spot.
“If you’ll just take a seat, sir. Federal law requires me to verify all schedule-two narcotics—”
“The government’s just out to screw the little guy. Everybody knows that.”
He hated doing it but Owen flicked Laura’s call into a holding pattern and dialed 9-1-1. “Give me Tom. Now,” he barked into the phone as soon as somebody answered.
When the call was transferred, he didn’t even give Tom time to say hi. “Some guy’s trying to shake down Laura at the pharmacy. He wants pills and he sounds about a minute away from taking instead of talking.”
“We’re on it.”
The call cut off and Owen immediately reconnected with Laura’s number.
“Because you’re being stupid. Now I need those pills. Can’t you see how much pain I’m in without them?”
It seemed to take forever but the drive to the pharmacy, at about forty miles per hour over the posted limit, took less than a minute. The tires were still bouncing back from the curb when Owen jumped out and hit the ground running.
The pharmacy door didn’t open when he plowed into it—it imploded. A display of Easter candy and a rack of shopping baskets went flying. He ignored the booming crack as the glass split top to bottom and thundered toward the dispensary.
Laura looked up and he registered her wide blue eyes, the choking scent of fear around her. He also registered the stink of the human male leaning over the counter. Clothes that had been worn too long, bad teeth and desperation that had just brought anger to a boil. The guy was tall and skinny, although judging from the speed of his hand shooting out and making a grab for the lapel of the white coat Laura was wearing there was still some strength in that wasting body.