PacksBrokenHeart (32 page)

One of Tom’s well-oiled fingers breached her. He paused when she gasped then, after she glanced back at him and nodded, he slid in deeper. In. Out. Slowly and carefully he massaged her opening until the feeling of being stretched faded. It returned and peppered her nerve endings with pleasure when he added a second finger.

Beneath her, Owen groaned. She knew he could feel Tom’s fingers on the underside of his shaft, knew the Beta was deliberately masturbating Owen through the thin wall between her anus and pussy. She gasped when Tom spread his fingers just a little and began fucking her faster.

Leaning forward, she let her breasts graze Owen’s chest. He watched her with hungry eyes. When she took hold of his wrists again, dragged them up beside his head and anchored them there, some of the hunger in his expression was replaced with unease.

“You’re going to give this to me,” she said softly, punctuating her words with confident rolls of her hips. The pleasure of fucking herself on Owen
and
Tom made her lips pull away from her teeth, exposing her sharp canines. “Give this to
us
,” she added. “You love us and trust us so there’s nothing to prove. You just have to accept the pleasure.”

“What she said.” Behind her, Tom growled then fit the head of his cock to her.

She groaned when the fat, smooth wedge of flesh parted her. The stretching made her head spin. When she arched her back the tightness eased and she held her breath as she absorbed the sensation of him sliding past the tight ring of her sphincter. It felt so good, so wicked, that she smiled through the hitch in her breathing. Tom moved slowly and good thing too. Two big rods weren’t easy to accommodate but they fucked her so gently discomfort quickly morphed into need. She felt Tom’s chest against her back, felt his legs spread and find a spot with good traction between her legs and Owen’s.

Her two males grunted then kissed each other over her head as they began driving their cocks in and out of her. An instinct for self-preservation kept her still. For the most part. Her movements were limited to rocking back and forth between them but it felt wonderful. She felt full, loved, stuffed with the pleasure they gave her. A fresh flood of cream spilled out of her and wet Owen’s loins so thoroughly they set up an obscene and totally hot slapping sound as they rocked together.

Tom jerked at the same time as he moaned against Owen’s mouth. The Beta began moving faster, forcing her down onto Owen and fucking her tender opening with more strength than he’d shown her before.

She could have smacked him for holding back.

The pleasure rising in her body banished that from her mind. Arousal began to peak, making her nerve endings tingle and her muscles tense. She heard a drawn-out moan and realized it was her, realized she was thrusting her hips back and forth, urging her lovers to take her harder. The muscles in Owen’s wrists shifted and she realized she was holding him so tight her fingernails had left crescent-moon-shaped gouges in his skin. When she loosened her grip he slid his mouth away from Tom’s.

“Come, baby. Come for us.” Like always when they were in bed, Owen’s voice was deep and modulated, yet it was the most erotic sound she’d ever heard. Tom must have felt the pull of it too because his body trembled against hers and his hips started pumping fast.

She wanted the feeling to go on and on but her arousal wouldn’t be held back any longer. With Owen filling her pussy with deep, determined strokes and Tom doing insane, delicious things to her ass, she started shaking and didn’t stop until desire squeezed her belly and made her hips rock forward. Release, bright white and overwhelming, torqued her muscles and made her cry out. Soul-deep throbs of pleasure started in her pussy and radiated out from there. She cried out again, bore down on her lovers as her body clenched and held them close, kept them deep.

Without asking and unwilling to accept any refusal she bared her teeth and bit down on the top of Owen’s pec. As drops of blood wicked into her mouth he yelled and jerked but didn’t shove her away. Instead he held her head to him as she marked him. Claimed him as her mate. The taste of his blood changed as it mingled with her saliva. It altered his scent as her mating hormone spread through him. He was fully hers and weres mated for life.

She unlocked her jaws, began licking the small puncture marks on his skin and moaned with pleasure.

Behind her Tom made a rough sound that sounded almost like pain then his hips were bouncing off her ass, thrusting him into her in a rough rhythm. Buried inside her, his cock flexed rhythmically in time with his groans. His legs tightened between hers and she gasped as his seed began to fill her. Dropping his head down beside hers, he bit the other side of Owen’s chest.

This time the Alpha jerked. His eyes opened wide. For about a second and a half he looked flat-out scared then he grabbed the back of Tom’s head, held the other male to him and started to pant.

Suzanne rolled against Owen with uninhibited sensuality. He seemed a little zoned-out so she took control of the mating, rode both her males hard and fast, thrust her hips back and forth. She came again, even more violently than the first time, when Tom released Owen and bit down on her shoulder. For an instant his saliva stung then it warmed almost to the point of boiling. Heat sped through her veins, carrying release and completion with it. Two mates. What had she ever done to deserve something this good?

Tom licked her wound then returned to Owen’s. Watching him lick the mark on Owen’s chest was just about the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Beneath her, Owen stiffened. His hips punched up. He drove into her and shouted hoarsely. Buried deep inside her, his cock began to throb.

“Mark me,” she cried out. “Mate me or lose me.” It wasn’t ego speaking. It wasn’t a threat or coercion. It was the most basic tenet of their species. Marking had to go both ways.

Without hesitation he lifted his head, fastened his teeth over her shoulder and bit down. For the second time she felt the ache, the sting and burn of a mating bite. Throwing her head back and grinning like a drunkard she squeezed Owen’s wrists, held him still and hers as her body brought him to orgasm.

He groaned against her, lifted his hips to her again and again, filled her with his sweet, potent seed. Without warning he reared up, grabbed hold of Tom and pulled the other male to him. He bit down on his Beta’s shoulder, groaned, snarled then released him with a gasp. When the tension drained out of him, when his muscles began to unclench and he started to breathe fast and deep, she shot forward. Both her males grunted when she yanked clear of their shrinking rods. With a strength that caught her completely off guard, she turned, grabbed Tom, tossed him onto his back, straddled his belly and bit down on his chest.

Hollering and holding her so tight it was hard to draw a full breath, he shook as he accepted her marking. When it was done, when she was finally finished licking the tiny wounds she’d given him, he still wouldn’t let go. Owen rolled into them, pressed into the sides of their bodies and pulled the covers up over the three of them.

Suzanne wasn’t a delicate female and she knew she should get off Tom. He wasn’t having any part of that though. He just hugged her tighter until she relaxed and used his big warm body for a bed.

Owen rolled his shoulders. His mating marks didn’t hurt but he was hyperaware of them. He was also aware of the way the other members of the pack were sniffing in his direction. His direction, Suzanne’s and Tom’s. Their scents had changed and announced as effectively as a neon sign,
Hey! In a threesome and loving it
.

As he walked the path between parking lot and clearing at the edge of the pack’s running grounds he steeled himself for dirty looks and ribald comments.

What he got were weres stopping him with the pressure of their hands on his forearm, leaning into him, nuzzling him and breathing him in deep and long like they were anxious to learn his new scent. Without conscious thought he growled when one or two males stayed too close to Suzanne too long.

They dipped their heads, watched him warily from the corners of their eyes and backed off. He snorted and felt all big man when they took the hint and took their paws off his female.

He felt the same impulse when weres crowded Tom too long but the rational middle of his forebrain let Suzanne take that battle on. Part of it was he knew the male could take care of himself. Part of it was the gut-deep surety that Tom, now that they were mated, had absolutely no interest in any female other than Suzanne. Or any male but him.

The others could look, even be tempted to lust after the handsome, dark-haired male. Tom’s heart was solidly in his and Suzanne’s corner and Owen knew it would stay that way.

When they entered the clearing the weres already present stepped aside and let the three of them through. He’d timed their arrival deliberately. Most of the pack was there and they’d formed a tight, seething ring around the four rogues in the center. Jackson, Steven, David and Garnett weren’t bound. They stood close together, back to back, their eyes shifting and narrowing, circling as if they were looking for a way out.

Keenan, Terry and their two buddies were there too. They were held in place by a smaller but no less fierce-looking ring of weres.

After a slow, deliberate inhalation Owen stepped up to the older weres from Grace Junction. “You planned and carried out the murders of this pack’s Alpha and Beta.” His voice rang through the clearing but there was no pleasure in it. “Only two of you pulled the triggers but you share equally in the blame. The motive was your greed for control, which you were incapable of earning honorably and which you in no way deserved.” He spit on the ground because every part of his being needed to rid itself of the aftertaste of speaking the unthinkable crimes these males had committed.

“The punishment is death.” Oddly he felt no triumph proclaiming that. He simply spoke it as fact. This distancing of his emotions, this stifling of his compassion and empathy had served him well in battle. Now, distancing himself from his emotions gave him clarity and a determination to do right by this pack. Cory had been a strong leader and a benevolent one. Owen was proud to now carry part of Cory’s legacy inside himself.

“Sentence must be decided by the pack. If anyone wants to speak in these males’ defense, do it now.” Owen stood still, closed his mouth, waited. He heard breathing, smelled anger, pain and impatience. When the breeze shifted he turned around, scanned the pack’s faces, saw zero compassion. No one spoke up and although he hadn’t expected anyone to it was only right to present the opportunity. “A vote by show of hands will do. Raise your hand if you think these rogues should be killed.” Again he scanned the crowd. An overwhelming majority of weres raised their hands and resolutely kept them there.

“Thank you.” It took a long time for every hand to go down. “Raise your hand if you think these rogues should be banished.”

A few hands went up but again that was only right. Even among weres, not everybody believed in capital punishment.

Straightening his shoulders, he turned and faced the four older males in the middle of the clearing. They’d been eerily silent, as if they’d assumed they’d be banished as they’d been banished from Grace Junction. Maybe the thought the pack would kill them had never occurred to them. “Garnett, you lured Sheriff Ed Timberman out and shot him while his back was turned. Jackson, you—”

A wrenching scream cut him off and faster than he’d ever seen a female move Victoria Timberman was leaping through the air. He heard clothes rip, saw her change in mid-jump. Garnett didn’t even have time to get his hands up before the weight of her compact brown wolf drove him backward. Owen heard a wet gurgling sound before a silence so thick it pressed in on his chest filled the clearing. He didn’t need to look but he did anyway. Garnett lay sprawled on his back, his eyes wide and unfocused. There was a bloody hole where his throat used to be.

The three other males who’d been standing with him backed away in panic. They were shoved without quarter by the weres already closing in on them. Victoria’s wolf scrambled to its feet, staggered then turned to Owen. He held himself still. An instinct, one he still wasn’t comfortable with and one he was certainly unfamiliar with, kept him where he was. The wolf took another step toward him. Her mouth was open and drops of blood fell from her muzzle in her wake. When she came to an unsteady stop Owen leaned down, put his hand on her head, ran his thumb over the soft fur between her blank blue eyes.

She changed back, although nowhere as quickly as she’d morphed into her wolf form. With blood smearing her chin and her chest rising too fast for her small frame, Victoria stumbled forward. Owen grabbed her, hugged her tight and stared up at the stars as she began to sob.

He heard snarls then screams as the pack surged forward. Smelled fresh blood and urine then the screaming stopped. While the inconsolable female clung to him he looked over the heads of the pack. Keenan and his buddies were still standing. The front of Keenan’s shirt looked like he’d thrown up on himself.

When a group of large males walked by wheeling carts of cut logs so the rogues’ bodies could be destroyed by fire, the scent of the young males’ fear made the inside of Owen’s nose burn. Owen knew he’d taken a risk declaring sentence on the rogues first. He still felt the young males could be reeducated. The pack might very well pardon their own but only if their bloodlust and need for revenge had been appeased.

But the blood of four rogues only went so far.