PacksBrokenHeart (15 page)

It was perverse as hell but he’d always been a hell of a pervert.

Tom hummed and it was the sound of pleasure. “Besides,” he said as he leaned away from her soft mound. His hand caressed her breast, trailed across to its mate and squeezed gently. “I’ve wanted to do this,” he drew her nipple back into his mouth, suckled then released her with a pop, “ever since you showed up at my station house.”

“Hang on.” Owen’s head came up. “Didn’t you two go on a date that first week?”

“A date, yes,” Suzanne said. She touched his face then Tom’s. “But that was just dinner. Mostly we talked about the case.”

Owen felt his eyebrow rise. In the dimness Tom must have seen it because when he spoke, he sounded defensive.

“It’s not like I didn’t put it out there that I was interested. It just felt, I don’t know…”

“Like I couldn’t get my head away from the investigation,” Suzanne supplied, “leastwise enough to even think about sex.”

“Uh-huh,” Owen deadpanned. “Other than the fact there have now been
two
murders, what’s changed? I seem to recall none of us had issues during that pack run.”

Suzanne grinned and it was just about the naughtiest, sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Keyword was pack
run
. It wasn’t a mating run but all my wolf could think about was getting you two alone and all to myself.”

“Damn,” Tom whispered. He kissed her then nuzzled her throat. “You’re one hot, greedy female. That turns me on like crazy.” His hips rocked forward and the erection tenting his sweatpants rubbed her hip, illustrating his point.

“It
does
?” she teased. “How about you show me how much, cowboy.” She sighed with pleasure when Tom palmed one breast and dragged his tongue around the other.

For a moment Owen simply watched. His wolf’s eyes caught every detail. The way Suzanne’s rib cage rose as she arched, lifting herself to Tom’s mouth. The contentment and heat that came off the other male as he suckled her breast. It was poignant and hot as hell at the same time. His gaze rose when he felt Suzanne’s hand on the back of his head, drawing him to her.

Before his mouth touched hers, Owen paused. “How come you like me now?” he whispered. He stared at her lips and licked his own.

Smiling, she stroked the side of his face. “Ask me after we make love, Wells. It’ll be a bit of a killjoy if I tell you now.”

That sounded reasonable to Owen. Besides, he was fully hard now and the nubbly texture inside the sweatpants was chafing the hell out of his cock head. It wanted to be somewhere soft instead…like inside her.

He kissed her, gentle grazes of his mouth over hers, pursing just a little. Just enough to capture the texture of her lips then release them, teasing them both. Suzanne sighed and at the same time Tom switched to her other breast. For some reason Owen got off on not knowing which male she was sighing for. They were pleasuring her together. Nothing much else mattered at the moment.

Like before, her breath washed over his nose. Like before, it made him smile. Being touched by something that had been part of her felt so intimate. Her fingers caught his hair, short as it was, and pulled him closer. His peripheral vision saw her other hand moving over Tom’s head. She cradled him to her breast, sighed, arched again.

That mouth of hers though, it seemed determined to taste him and he parted his lips when her tongue flicked over the seam between them. He’d always admired a woman who could multitask.

Suzanne’s tongue was warm, curious and determined. It slid into his mouth as if it was sure of its welcome, touched his without apology and wove around it. This time Owen groaned as he slanted his lips over hers, caught her hair between his fingers and held her still so he could sink into her sweet, salty taste. Her bare shoulder against his, the gentle, suckling sounds Tom made at her breasts made his balls ache with pleasure. She tasted good, smelled even better. The heat coming off her skin was feminine, sweet, and carried those hints of sun-warmed vanilla and cinnamon he remembered. When he ran his hand down her arm her softness made his breath still. Grinning like a demented high school kid who’d just discovered his father’s stash of girly magazines, Owen caressed her face, her hair then let his tongue plunder and devour.

She jerked, just a little, and Owen looked down her body. Saw one of those lush nipples being pinched between Tom’s fingers, saw the male’s tongue flick over the other, hard. Damn. He had to get himself some of that. But later. Now Owen drove his tongue back into her mouth, lapping up as much of Suzanne’s sweetness as he could, then began mouthing a path down her body, aiming for another kind of sweetness.

Navigating around Tom’s fervent fondling of her breasts, Owen dipped his tongue into her navel, wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted until her back was bowed off the bed. One flannel-pant-clad leg wrapped around his torso. He fucked her belly with harsh focus, sucked the surrounding skin into his mouth, bit her delicately while she made erotic little sounds of pleasure. The sting of her fingernails against his scalp made his cock even harder, especially when he realized she was taking pains to avoid the spot where he’d been hit. Looking up, Owen met Tom’s eyes. Tom’s mouth was still on her breast, Owen’s was on her belly. They grinned at each other then returned their focus to the woman straining between them.

It was an odd moment for Owen. He felt a connection with Tom that was as unfamiliar as it was comfortable. Maybe Cutler had been right? Maybe Tom
was
the soap to his and Suzanne’s oil and water. Not being big on emotions, Owen let the moment slide so he could get back to enjoying the beautiful body arching into his.

And she did have a beautiful body. Strong. Flexible. Soft and curvy in all the right places. Speaking of getting straight to business… Dipping his head to hide his grin, Owen mouthed the smooth skin below her navel, nudged the waistband of her sleeping pants out of the way then felt around for the knot holding them in place. When he located it he felt smugness shape his smile. He didn’t yank her pants off though. Owen knew the value of a good tease and he tugged on the tie with a gentle, steady pressure. Propping himself up on one elbow, he lifted his head so he could see her face over Tom. Passion made her eyes shimmer in the pale light and he grew jealous when her teeth tugged on that plump lower lip of hers. Lifting his arm so she could see, exaggerating the movement, he undid the neat bow holding her pants up. Her hand clutched Tom’s head and she trembled. Her other hand cupped Owen’s face, traced his jaw. When he kissed her palm, when he nuzzled his mouth into it, she trembled again.

Blinking, he looked away. The emotion on her face was making him uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to women looking at him like that. Wasn’t used to
females
looking at him like he was more than just a good lay, more than the sum of his parts. Owen was relieved when Tom blocked his view by kissing a path up her chest, mouthing her chin then kissing her until she moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

As delicious as her mouth was, Owen had other oral pleasures in mind. With both hands he tugged on her flannel pants until they tangled around her legs. Pale, toned thighs tried to lift to him when he grazed them with his fingernails. He stared at her pussy, blew on it gently until she squirmed and twitched.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and pressed a light, lingering kiss to her mound. He wasn’t exaggerating. She was bare except for a narrow pelt of curls pointing the way to her cleft. Her hair was so pale the only reason he knew it was there was the light angled off it differently than off her skin. Lifting his head, he watched her abdomen clench as he slid her pants down and off.

Owen gritted his teeth to keep from grunting in discomfort. He’d leaned most of his weight on his knees and they wanted no part of it. Even a few hours sleep had tightened them up and they were barking like a son of a gun. A problem considering the circumstances but he was nothing if not creative. He could lie back and let her ride him but nobody mounted Owen Wells. Never had. Never would. He’d always been funny that way. Instead he curled up on his side—the one without the bruise—propped his weight on his elbow and kissed her knees, her thighs. She squirmed and tried to open her legs, which he found incredibly hot
and
rewarding. The pressure of his arm held her legs together. He liked the way she groaned in protest.

That feeble complaint made Tom lift his head. Owen watched the other were track Suzanne’s line of sight as she shot an annoyed glare in Owen’s direction. Grinning, Tom propped himself up on his elbow, cupped Suzanne’s breast in his hand and leaned back with the air of a man looking forward to a good show.

Hell, Suzanne Young naked was as good as a show could get.

Using his upper-body strength, Owen hoisted his chest over her thighs and lowered himself slowly. Her legs parted beneath his weight. When she looked at him with those passion-filled eyes he felt the warmth of her welcome. Knowing he couldn’t give that kind of emotion back, knowing it just wasn’t in him, Owen looked away and kissed the curve of her hipbone.

Concentrating on the pleasurable task at hand, concentrating on her pleasure, Owen reached back, took hold of her knees and lifted them so high her ass rolled up and off the bed. Groaning as his cock hardened fully, he inhaled, slowly and deliberately. Arousal tightened his balls as Suzanne’s scent rolled over his tongue. He smelled her heat, her need. She was young, healthy and strong. Tom reacted seconds after Owen did. His mouth opened and his eyes drifted shut. When his hips jerked forward Tom fumbled with his sweatpants, yanked them down around his knees and grabbed Suzanne’s hand. She lifted her head, captured his mouth with hers and wrapped those long, slender fingers around his cock.

Grinning, Owen looked down at her. His heartbeat stuttered. Diffused moonlight made the folds of her pussy lips shimmer. There was no need to see her though. His nose told him how aroused she was and he followed his nose to the source of her need. He licked her inner thighs, gathering up the sweet cream her body had spilled. Her taste reminded him of hot summer nights just before a thunderstorm—tangy, rich and complex. Owen swore he could feel ozone crackling in the air, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Reverently, he bathed in her heat and need. Cheeks, lips and tongue slid over her labia, felt her tissues swell and part for him. Lifting his head, he stared at nothing, licked his lips and drank down her taste until he was drunk with it. When the taste faded he dropped his face back down to her cleft and worked his tongue furiously to gather up more.

She jumped and howled. The sensation was probably too much too soon but Owen tightened his grip on her knees, forcing her to accept his loving. Needing her to. After a moment her howls turned to sighs and groans as she twitched beneath him.

When he dragged his tongue over her clit she jumped again. He felt her thighs tense beneath his forearms and the bite of her fingernails but he held on and let his tongue flick against her. That tiny bundle of nerves quivered then pulsed, leaving what felt like a demented smile on his face. Owen played with her, licked up and down, side to side, learning what she liked best. Beneath his chin the mouth of her pussy flexed then released. Looking up, he saw her nipples tighten even more, saw the delicate muscles in her forearm clench as she stroked Tom’s cock in a rough, uneven rhythm.

Wanting more of her taste, he fucked her with his tongue, drawing out as much of her cream as he could reach. Her body wept more for him.

When he looked up again he saw Tom’s mouth pulling on her nipple, his cheeks working. Suzanne’s eyes were shut tight and her head rocked sideways into the pillow. Seeing her near the height of her passion was about the most wondrous thing Owen had ever witnessed.

He licked at her with deliberation. Gathered up the juices that had spilled from the mouth of her pussy, gorged on her scent. He ran his tongue roughly over her swollen folds. Returning to her clit, he flicked his tongue side to side, fast and hard. Shook his head to add strength to his loving. Yes…she liked that. When she moaned he had to tamp down his satisfaction. Her thighs began to shake and he could just make out a flush of color spreading across her chest.

The mouth of her pussy flexed then convulsed. When her clit began to pulse, Suzanne whimpered, cried out, thrashed against the powerful hands holding her in place. When the bucking of her body eased Owen released her knees and slid up beside her. He grabbed his sweatpants and, without fanfare, yanked them down and dropped them onto the floor. She was so relaxed and pliable it took no effort to ease her onto her side, facing away from him. As if it had a mind of its own, his cock nuzzled her ass. Firm and resilient, her backside felt as hot as the rest of her. He snuggled close, lifted her leg up and over his then took hold of his shaft.

With his chest against her back he felt her gasp more than he heard it, felt the tremble spilling through her as he rubbed his cock head against her swollen folds, found the entrance to her core and pushed. Rocking forward, balancing his weight on his hip, Owen grunted as he squeezed inside her. He took hold of her leg again, raised it to make more room and pushed. His second grunt was louder than the first. Her pussy was as hot as he’d dreamed. It gripped him, flexed around him, snapped tight behind the cock head determined to burrow into her softness. Pulling back just a little made the next slide feel even better. She arched her back, making it easier to claim her. Owen kissed her shoulder in thanks, grazed her with his teeth but didn’t bite.