Claiming Her Geeks

by

Eve Langlais

Prologue

The faintest rustle of foliage drifted on the night air, and she dropped lightning quick into a crouch. The soaring body, aimed at her back, missed her completely. Her attacker hit the ground on all four paws and skidded, his claws digging furrows into the dirt. Whirling, the hairy beast faced her, his upper lip pulled back in a snarl that revealed sharp teeth. As if that would intimidate her. Mine are bigger.

Shaking her head, just like she’d scold any misbehaving member of her pack, she approached him. “Seriously? Did you really think you’d take me unaware? I’m not some submissive bitch, eager to roll over and bare her belly, or spread her thighs for your cock. If you think to take me, you’ll have to do better than that.”

The furry form in front of her shifted into the familiar shape of Jeffrey, alpha and leader of the Ottawa pack. Decently built, with wide shoulders, muscles all over, and a firm cock nestled in a bush of dark hair, not for the first time, did Deena wish she could give in to him. Why can’t I just let him claim me as his mate? It would make life so much easier. Blessed with muscle, but without any sense, Jeffrey was the most powerful male she knew, and attractive she guessed, yet, he left her cold. Actually, worse than uninterested physically, he bored her. And I won’t spend my life with a man who makes me want to rip out his throat out because I can’t stop yawning.

“You know we’re meant to be together. With the combined strength of our packs, we’d rule all of Canada, and even some of the states south of us.”

A roll of her eyes didn’t wipe the fervent expression from his face. It probably didn’t help that all the blood in his body currently resided in his prick instead of his brain. Men really were at a disadvantage in that respect. “Ooh, now there’s a hot proposal. Marry you as some sort of business merger. Gee, talk about sweeping me off my feet.”

A growl emerged from him as he took a menacing step forward. “We are not hormonal teenagers, Deena. We are leaders, and as such, we need to look past silly things such as emotion and do what is best for our packs.”

“Best for you maybe. I already rule the biggest pack in Canada, while yours ranks a measly fifth. And while I’m not asking for flowers and poems, I’d like to think I could mate with a man because he wants me for me and not because I could kick the ass of anyone who opposes him.

“I fight my own battles.”

“Good for you. Then you won’t be offended when I say not in a million moons. When I mate, it will be with a male of my choosing whom I not only respect, but who at least has a semblance of affection for me.” She’d given up on love a long time ago. No male wanted to bind himself to a female who could break every bone in his body without breaking a sweat, and she’d yet to meet a strong man who made her heart flutter, or her inner bitch howl. Not that she’d admit her fantasy aloud or the fact that she still searched. Such a feminine notion didn’t own a place in her life as pack alpha, a life made harder because the lack of a cock between her legs forced her to constantly prove her strength to others. At least within her own pack, her people followed her with a fervent devotion, but as soon as she left her territory, the challengers swarmed—and left with scars and bitter words. She gave them one chance. The second time they thought to challenge her, they died.

“I didn’t want to have to do this,” he replied, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, a pre-battle signal she knew all too well. “But you leave me no choice. If you won’t come willingly, then I’ll take you by force. Once I mark you, it won’t matter what you think or say.”

Oh really? Deena smiled as her rejected suitor rushed her. The fierce grin split her lips, a smile her enemies knew well and which in her past made more than one wolf piss itself in fear. Bracing herself, all six foot two inches of honed muscle, she held her hands at her side, her claws elongated and ready for action. She watched him come, blinded by his rage and lust. At the last moment, she stepped sideways, sticking her foot out to trip Jeffrey as he went barreling past, but such a simple move didn’t stop him. Recovering almost instantly from his stumble, he rotated with a snarl, only to find his face getting intimately acquainted with her fist. His head rocked back from the blow, but she didn’t let her small victory slow her. Aiming careful punches, she pummeled him, hitting him in the stomach and face. She didn’t emerge unscathed, not with an alpha of Jeffrey’s stature. He landed some blows, one shot to her jaw, making her teeth bite her inner cheek so that the salty tang of blood filled her mouth.

Deciding she’d played with him enough, Deena stepped up her pace, until Jeffrey stumbled back from her. His arms lifted to block her shots, but he couldn’t prevent the slash that opened his face from brow to chin, four lines that immediately turned red as blood filled them then rolled down his face. Oooh that’s going to scar. Most wounds her kind sustained healed without a trace, but Lycan to Lycan injuries didn’t, an odd trait of their species.

“Bitch,” he spat, when she finally relented.

“That’s Ms. Bitch to you,” she replied with a cool smile, licking the blood from a claw. Yummy. “Now that I’ve warmed up, shall we fight?” She did so enjoy a good workout.

But alas, like so many males before him, when faced with a female who could take care of herself, better than all the men she’d ever met, he ran, shifting into his wolf shape, which only missed his tail between his legs for a true victory.

Next time I’ll make him cry. Because she knew Jeffrey would never allow his humiliation to rest. Men could be so predictable that way.

Chapter One

A year later at a hotel lodge for Lycans in the Rocky Mountains…

The scent hit Deena like a shot to the gut, sucking the breath from her the moment she walked into the crowded auditorium, a faint whiff of soap and cologne that made her inner bitch stir with an excited whine. Scanning the crowd, she tried to pinpoint the location of the intriguing aroma, however, the mass of bodies made it impossible. Striding into the throng of Lycans, gathered for the upcoming eclipse, a magical moment for her kind that led to a stupid amount of births nine months later, she rotated her head from side to side, inhaling deep. She didn’t need to push or excuse herself to move through the dense bodies. As an alpha, her invisible power radiated before her, parting the crowd and allowing her to march the length of the room only to arrive at the other end stymied.

Given her bitch’s exuberant yipping in her head, she’d expected to find a male of importance, a beta at the very least, someone of consequence to explain why her nipples tightened and her sex moistened. Instead, she stopped before a nondescript fellow wearing glasses, a collared shirt and khakis. She eyed him up and down, from his diminutive height of five eleven, to his pale skin, which obviously didn’t see the sun often, to his slim build. Where were the muscles, the height and the power she’d expected? Why on earth did her canine—spinning in wild circles in her mind—find this male so interesting? And why oh why, did she want to throw him over her shoulder and drag him off to a corner to have wild, sweaty sex?

“Who are you?” she barked, vexed and not afraid to show it. To his credit, the nerd in front of her didn’t piss himself, or faint. Instead, he did the worst thing one of his weak nature could do. He ran.

And dammit it all, despite the lack of dignity, the turmoil in her head—and the carnal hunger she couldn’t explain—she chased him. To her credit, she managed curb her impulse to run. She didn’t need to, not when stalking would do the job.

Despite not understanding the strange urge currently inhabiting her, she couldn’t deny a certain excitement at the novelty of finding a man who stirred both woman and beast. She could use a bit of sexual relief given how long she’d gone since her last intimate encounter. However, no matter what her wolf howled in her head, she wouldn’t mark the little geek. She did after all have a reputation to uphold, and any mate she did eventually choose should at least look like a stiff breeze wouldn’t blow him over, or break with one good hug.

I want a mate whom I can respect…and love.

* * *

As a wolf of no rank, unless intelligence suddenly counted, Simon didn’t know what to do when the she-wolf came stalking toward him, hungry intent clear in her gaze, which baffled him. Simon didn’t inspire strong feelings. Heck, he was lucky if he left an impression at all. And that’s how I like it. He left the games and politics of pack life to others, content to lose himself in studies.

Science and history aside, he couldn’t deny a morbid curiosity to know what such an alpha female would want from him. Hot, sweaty sex came to mind, although he wondered what kind of injuries he’d sustain between her obviously athletic thighs. But what a way to go. As quickly as the erotic thought hit, he dismissed it. Why would she bother with him when a lady of her looks could have her pick? A shame, because he couldn’t ever recall such a feeling of awareness toward one of the opposite sex.

What a magnificent specimen of womanhood she appeared. Tall, taller than him at any rate, she possessed a pair of wide hips—ideal for grasping—and full breasts—the perfect size to smother his face. Her blonde hair refused to stay in her ponytail and stray strands curled about her face, softening her features. She reminded him of an Amazonian goddess come to stomp all over him. An alpha female who seemed to want to speak to him, even if she seemed at a loss for words when she halted before him. Eyeing him up and down like a choice piece of steak, an urge to squirm came over him, and he fought to control himself, but he had less luck convincing his cock to stay dormant. It, along with his not-often-heard inner wolf, woke, the one engorging in his baggy slacks, the other watching through his eyes with rapt attention. It was all he could do not to let his tongue hang out.

“Who are you?” the female who stood a few inches taller than him asked. Or at least, that’s what he thought she said. He couldn’t be sure given how his senses all tingled at her closeness.

She crossed her arms, impatience clear in her stance as she waited for his answer. Simon, however, terrified he’d embarrass himself in front of her—probably by speaking in gibberish or slobbering on her feet before he swooned—took off running, the survival instinct kicking in.

It only occurred to him as he tried to slip through the many bodies crowding the room, that perhaps he’d not chosen the wisest course of action. I’ve watched enough documentaries to know that showing weakness only makes a predator more determined. A quick glance over his shoulder showed her moving after him with grim purpose, the crowd splitting before her to allow her ease of passage while he struggled.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Simon couldn’t stop the panic, the irrational fear that if he let her catch him, she’d chew him up and spit him out, changing his life forever. It didn’t help that his wolf agreed, but instead of running, it wanted to lie down on its back and give her its belly. Simon might not own the strength of some of the other males, but he still had some pride.

He kept squeezing himself through the crowd until he reached an exit door. Pushing on the bar, he left the auditorium and whirled to slam the door shut, but not before he caught a glimpse of her face, her lip curling in a smile of expectation that made him shake in fear, but at the same time made him harder than he’d ever imagined.

The portal clanged shut, and not seeing anything to block it, he sprinted down the sparsely populated hall. Behind him, he heard the buzz of the crowd as a door opened, then a hushed silence as it closed and those in the hall with him stopped speaking.

“Don’t make me chase you. You won’t escape,” she called, her rich voice rolling over him and leaving goosebumps behind.

With a heavy sigh, he turned to face her. Simon knew she spoke the truth. Besides, mayhap he panicked for nothing. Maybe she just wants to talk. And maybe I turn into a rabbit on the full moon, his mind snickered in reply. As she came striding down that hall, her long, jean-clad legs eating up the distance, he swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a close affinity to all the prey in the world.

Coming to a stop before him, she sniffed him. Not a small snort, oh no, she inhaled deep up and down the length of him before stepping back with a frown.

“Would-would you mind not doing that?” he managed to say even as his heart raced faster at her closeness.

“No. Although feel free to stop me if you think you can.”

Her smirk and her words roused a spark of anger. Straightening, he looked her in the eye. “That’s just rude. Alpha or not.”

To his surprise, she inclined her head. “You’re right. I’d say I’m sorry but that would be a lie. There’s something about you that’s making my wolf spin. I’m just trying to figure out what it is.”

The honesty in her words, and the troubled look on her face, shocked him, especially since he understood what she felt. His wolf just about chased its own tail in his mind, her proximity seemingly the trigger. “Me too.” It occurred to him for an insane moment, to wonder if perhaps they found themselves struck by the mating fever. According to some mated couples, when a person met their destined one, an uncontrollable urge to claim them—mark and fuck them to be blunt—overcame them.

Simon took stock of the situation; hard cock, canines trying to drop, wolf freaking out, and an urge to lick her from head to toe. Sounded like the mating fever, except for the fact she didn’t seem to like what she saw and if he attempted something she didn’t want, could probably tear his head off without breaking a sweat. There was a reason Simon usually stuck to dating human girls. They didn’t have a tendency to bite during sex.

“Who are you?” she asked again, a frown knitting her brow.

Pushing his glasses up on his nose, another symbol of his physical weakness, he replied. “Simon. I’m the historian for the Edmonton pack, here with my pack leader to celebrate the eclipse.” More like forced. Just his luck his brother ended up the one in charge, and his older sibling had determined Simon needed to get out and meet others of their kind—AKA, find a nice she-wolf to settle down with.

“A scholar?” her scoffing tone said what she thought of his profession.

It irritated him. “Yes, a scholar, with a few degrees under his belt. And you are?”

“Deena, Toronto alpha.”

Oh fucking hell. The urge to run came back. Simon had heard about her, also known as “that crazy bitch, ball buster,” and “the emasculator.” His initial fear came back. If rumor held even a grain of truth, she ate men bigger than him for breakfast.

Her grin widened, showing white teeth that should have terrified him but instead created an image of her nibbling her way down his body. He shivered.

She thankfully mistook it for trepidation. “I see you’ve heard of me. So, Simon the scholar, are you staying at the lodge, the cabins or camping in the woods? Not that it matters. You’ll be spending the night with me.”

“I will?” Surely that questioning squeak didn’t come from him?

“I don’t know why you smell so good, but it’s making me wet, and you can’t deny you feel it too,” she boldly stated, stepping forward.

A shocked thrill went through him when she cupped his cock through his pants. He gasped, and his eyes closed as his whole body trembled at her touch.

Squeezing him, she continued to talk, her voice a low, husky murmur. “We are going back to my room, where I am going to ride you, my geeky wolf, and wring you dry.”

Simon couldn’t reply, not with his tongue stuck and his mind a befuddled mess. He didn’t protest or drag his feet when she took him by the hand and led him to a bank of elevators. What little intelligence—and sanity—he retained fled at her erotic touch and words. Besides, only an idiot would say no to her, and he’d scored high on his Mensa test.

They weren’t the only ones in the elevator, but that didn’t stop her from devouring him hungrily with her eyes, her lust evident despite their difference in stature both socially and physically.

A part of him knew he should protest. How dare she treat him no better than a toy? A sex toy she wanted to ride to climax. The novelty of it, and yes, the flattery, kept him from saying a thing. It wasn’t every day a man got an offer to bed a goddess.

For once, he wouldn’t dissect the situation, he’d just enjoy, and when the chance arose, he’d disappear before she could kill him—if that didn’t happen during the act—making sure afterward to keep his distance from the convention until he returned home with his pack.

With the memories of what promises to be the sexual experience of a lifetime. Because despite what his wolf clamored and what his body seemed to think, there wouldn’t be a repeat performance. A woman like her might use me for a night, but she’d never stoop to mating with me for a lifetime.

Chapter Two

Deena didn’t understand her urgent need for the geek by her side. He didn’t have the height or muscles she usually preferred in her bed partners. Half the time he appeared terrified of her, but she could tell, as they made her way to her room, that he wanted her, possibly just as badly as she wanted him.

If she didn’t know better, she’d think she caught the mating fever. Utterly ridiculous of course. Fate wouldn’t pair her with a puny male who could probably barely hold his own against a human. Despite the logic of her mental argument, she couldn’t deny though that she wanted to mark his pale flesh. To leave a ring of dentition that would warn all other females away from her male.

She almost shook her head at the possessive train of her thoughts. It occurred to her for a brief instant that perhaps taking him to her rooms wasn’t the wisest choice. But she couldn’t deny her hunger for him, the need of her body to touch his. Perhaps lust assuaged, this strange urge to claim him would disappear. After all, the last time she’d indulged in some hot, sweaty sex numbered in months not days. A woman, even one tough as her, still had needs.

Arriving at her suite, she shoved him through the door when he would have hesitated. She closed the portal and locked it before turning to face him. As she stalked toward him, pulling off her shirt to reveal her breasts, clad in a black lace bra, he backed away. However, she didn’t sense fear from him. Actually, if his expression were any indication, awe interspersed with desire filled him. It strangely warmed her.

But it didn’t lessen her impatience. “Get undressed,” she growled.

“But—”

“Now!” she barked. “Or I’ll tear your clothes from you.” And she would too. Desire pulsed in every inch of her body, but most especially between her legs, the dampness of her arousal soaking her underwear.

Simon’s lips tightened and anger flashed in his eyes at her presumptuous command, but his hands went to the buttons of his shirt and he quickly undid them before pulling it off. The chest he revealed had none of the slabs of muscle she’d come to expect from her men, however, she found it pleasing nonetheless. Slim of build, he had lightly defined pecs and abs, with an interesting V of hair disappearing into his pants. Holding his gaze, her hands went to the clasp of her jeans, and she quickly dispensed of them until she stood only in her bra and drenched panties.

“Your turn.”

Shaking his head, as if in disbelief, he shed his khakis, revealing a pair of tight black briefs, stretched by the cock she’d groped earlier, A cock much bigger than she would have expected from her geek, an unexpected bonus.

“I’d take the glasses off too, if you want them to survive,” she warned, padding toward him.

With a startled look, he yanked them off his face and placed them on the nightstand. When he straightened back up, she stood in front of him.

“And now, my little wolf,” she whispered, placing her hands on his waist and drawing him against her, skin to skin. “Time to see if you taste as good as you smell.”

As a matter of fact, he tasted better. She claimed his mouth, the touch making all the nerve endings in her body come to life. Shocked at the intense reaction, she moaned softly, although it sounded more like a growl. He tensed at the sound, but relaxed again when she sucked on his lower lip. Cautiously, as if worried she might snap—which had actually happened in the past—he brought his arms around her, his hands stroking the skin of her back, their gentle touch leaving a trail of awareness behind. She couldn’t wait to see how it felt when he placed his smooth fingers on her more interesting body parts.

Suddenly impatient, she broke off the kiss and pushed him until the back of his knees hit the bed. He didn’t seem to mind her aggressive gesture, not if the dazed look on his face were an indication. She toppled him onto the mattress before straddling him, the hard bulge of his cock pulsing against the V of her thighs. She kissed him again, forcing his lips apart so she could insinuate her tongue, grunting in satisfaction when he met her oral thrusts with just as much fierceness. Shifting her hips, she ground her covered sex against his rod, his gasp of pleasure causing a ripple to go through her pussy.

Sitting up on him, she grinned down at his glazed look. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra, inordinately pleased at the way his eyes widened with appreciation when he beheld her unfettered breasts.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, his tone reverent.

Visual worship was nice, but she wanted some hands on—make that mouth on—pleasing. “Suck them,” she ordered, always having had a tendency to tell her lovers what she wanted. Not all men approved of her take-charge attitude, but Simon didn’t seem to mind. His lips curled in a smile that did strange things to her insides. She leant over to present her beauties to his mouth, dangling them just above.

He needed no further encouragement, his lips latching onto a nipple and tugging hard. Deena moaned, then moaned again as his hands gripped her tits, squeezing them together so he could run his tongue over both her nipples. Back and forth, he teased her, laving, sucking and even naughtily biting her tender nubs, while she gyrated against him, her cleft throbbing with need.

Pulling back from his exquisite torture, she made her way down his body, nipping his skin—restraining an urge to sink her teeth in—enjoying his gasps as she reached her objective. She shredded his underwear, forgoing the time it would take to strip them from his body. His surprisingly thick and long cock sprang forth and she practically drooled at the sight. She wrapped a hand around him, stroking up and down before leaning in to swipe her tongue over the swollen tip. His hips arched up, and she took advantage of his inadvertent thrust, opening her mouth wide and taking his length, enjoying his yell of surprise as she suctioned him hard.

“Damn, I’m gonna—

Poor Simon didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, although, he did complete something else. He came with a hot spurt into her mouth. Deena swallowed, and kept sucking even as he moaned and tried to move away from her, the intensity of it too much for him to handle. She pinned him down and kept working his cock, which never got a chance to soften, remaining hard in her mouth until instead of panting, “No”, he was hissing, “Yes”.

She worked him up to a fever pitch again, her fingers kneading his balls as her mouth worked his prick. When she judged him ready, she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripping the foil and rolling the rubber down the length of him.

Straddling him, she looked down upon his flushed face and feverish eyes. When she knew she’d gotten his attention, she tore her panties off, the ripping sound loud over his frantic breathing.

“Ready for the ride of your life, my little geek?”

His saucy answer was to reach forward and tweak her clit. Deena laughed and gasped in pleasure at his temerity, before seating herself down in a fluid movement that had them both yelling.

For a puny wolf, he sure felt darned good inside her, his long cock filling her channel and almost triggering her climax. When he would have touched her nub again, she grabbed his hands, and pulled them over his head.

“I want to take my time and enjoy this,” she growled.

His response? A slow smile that made her heart tighten and her tummy do somersaults. How odd.

Slowly, she rocked on him, grinding her pelvis on him, driving his cock deep inside while applying pressure on her clit. Fucking awesome didn’t even come close to describing it.

Several times, she lost her rhythm, too caught up in the pleasure to keep her body moving right. As if sensing this, he took control, freeing his hands to clasp her hips. He took over sliding her back and forth while his hips thrust up. And up again.

Then, her geeky wolf did something so utterly surprising and out of character, it triggered her climax.

He talked dirty to her. “That’s it, fuck me, Deena. Feel my cock inside of you. Nice and thick, pummeling that juicy pussy of yours. Come for me. I want to feel you squeezing me so fucking tight.”

And for once in her life, Deena obeyed, her orgasm sweeping over her in a wave that made her yell and clutch at him, her groin grinding against his and triggering his bliss.

It took her several shuddering moments to calm down after the explosion, and when she opened her eyes, she knew she held onto her control by only the thinnest thread. Her wolf sat at the surface, hungry for a bite. Eager to claim. But Deena wasn’t ready for that. Not with a male that while spectacular in bed, couldn’t beat her in a match of strength.

“Leave now,” she growled in a guttural voice more animal than human. “Leave before I do something we’ll both regret.”

To her relief—and chagrin—he rolled off the bed, pausing only a second to grab his clothes and glasses, before he fled her room, her last glimpse of him, a bare white ass—that would look so good with teeth marks on it.

With a groan, she flung her arm over her eyes, breathing deep as she fought against her inner bitch, and the even more urgent urge that wanted her to chase after Simon and drag him back for more.

Chapter Three

Frank glanced up from the science magazine he perused when Simon came slamming into their hotel room, his glasses askew, his shirt untucked and his expression spooked.

“What happened to you?”

“I-That is…” His friend slumped into a chair and stared off dazedly.

Intrigued that his usually calm and collected best friend seemed so unhinged, he got up to fetch him a drink. Then he smelled it—sex, wolf and woman. Frank’s cock instantly grew hard, which threw him for a loop. He’d taken care of business in the shower that morning. And since when do I get horny from a scent? He covered his embarrassment with a question.

“Damn, looks like I missed all the fun. Who did you do the horizontal tango with?”

“Hmmm.” Simon’s bewildered gaze met his, and then the silliest smile spread over his face. “I just had sex with the most awesome and gorgeous woman alive.”

“Lucky bastard. And another wolf by the smell of you. Is she your mate?”

“Good grief no!” Simon vehemently replied. “Or at least I don’t think so. I’m not sure.”

“How can you not be sure?” Frank asked sitting back down, drink forgotten.

“I mean, if she were anybody else, I’d say she was. God, the urge to bite her when she rode me was so hard to fight.”

“Cowgirl? Nice!” his friend congratulated. “So why didn’t you chomp her then?”

Simon’s eyes finally focused. “Are you insane? Chomp the alpha of the Toronto pack? Last I checked, I wasn’t suicidal.”

A dropped jaw and wide eyes was all Frank could manage for a moment. “Uhm, did you say, the Toronto pack alpha, as in Deena the man-eater?”

The stupid smile returned. “One and the same. And damn, when she eats, she doesn’t hold back.” The innuendo came through loud and clear.

A twinge of jealousy touched Frank at his friend’s obvious enjoyment of his experience. But, Frank didn’t let it make him bitter. Simon wasn’t trying to flaunt or throw his good luck in his face. They’d always shared everything and had since they were pups conducting their first science experiment together, a homemade version of hair removal that to this day, Suzie, Frank’s cousin, hadn’t forgiven them for. “So after she did you, then what happened?”

“She told me to get out. So I did.”

“Not the cuddling kind, eh? Doesn’t surprise me considering what we’ve heard about her. So when do you see her again?”

Simon shrugged and lost his happy smile. “I don’t. What we did was fantastic, but it won’t happen again. I mean, seriously, me and her? Like that’s going to go anywhere, no matter what my wolf thinks.”

“Why not? If you’re meant to be mates, why would you stay away?”

Cynicism colored his friend’s response. “Because I know when I’m beat. I can’t hold on to a woman like her. You didn’t meet her. She’s absolutely magnificent. Gorgeous. Sexy. Bossy, but I kind of like that about her.”

“So go for it.”

A sigh slipped from Simon. “If I thought for a minute I could keep her interested in me, I would, but why would she want a nerd like me when she could have her pick of alphas?”

“Don’t sell yourself short. In the long run, it’s not muscle that’ll keep her intrigued, but what’s inside your mind. And besides, you can’t fight fate.”

Simon snorted. “If it’s fate, then it’s got a funny sense of humor.”

“I think you’re giving up too easily. If she really was that awesome, you’d be trying to go back for some more.”

“I want to, oh god do I ever. She’s incredible, but I’d also like to live to see the next moonrise with my balls intact, thank you.”

“Pussy.”

Simon shrugged. “Maybe. But I can live with that.”

Frank couldn’t believe his friend seemed so ready to give up. “How long is she staying in town?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. We were kind of busy with other things.” Frank couldn’t believe the blush that brightened his friend’s cheeks, making it easy to guess what things. “Why do you care?”

“I think I’d like to meet this paragon of womanhood.”

“Go ahead, but don’t blame me if she decides to rip your balls off and use them to play golf.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to get that close.” Although, he wouldn’t mind a sniff, especially if she smelled half as good in person as she did secondhand.

It didn’t surprise him that his friend seemed reluctant to pursue Deena the Ball Buster. Rumors of her antics were plentiful and had to hold at least a grain of truth. But what if she were Simon’s mate? As his best friend, the task fell upon Frank to find out more about this woman, and maybe give her a gentle nudge in his friend’s direction—with a ten-foot pole, of course.

* * *

Deena spent a sleepless night thanks to Simon. Stupid her, she should have apparently kept her geeky little wolf for a while longer. It seemed one round of sex wasn’t enough to cool her ardor—or calm her wolf. She even stooped so low as to following his scent trail down to the lobby, only to lose it in there, buried amidst the varied scents of the other Lycans staying at the lodge and outside in the cabins.

Annoyed—and hornier than ever—she took it out on those unlucky enough to get in her way. All it took was one vicious snarl to make a pair of unlucky wolves throw themselves to the floor in submission. She still couldn’t recall what the Lycans in her path had done to offend her, and it didn’t matter. She needed to vent, and in the end, it enhanced her reputation.

At breakfast the next morning, her glower kept all but a few of her pack members away, but even they kept their good mornings short before heading to the breakfast buffet bar. It was as she stuffed her face with her third pancake that she smelled it; Irish Spring soap and yummy wolf.

Simon?

Her head came up, but the deeper she inhaled, the more she realized it wasn’t her geeky lover of the night before, but a new male, and lucky her, he came her way.

And proved to be just as small and unimposing as her last lover. She sighed and restrained an urge to bang her head off the table or break something. Why, oh, why am I suddenly attracted to the weakest wolves around?

A question to ponder later as the male, in a T-shirt that read ‘Science is sexy”, stopped at her table and stared. Actually, he did more than gaze at her with unabashed surprise. His heart began beating faster, and she sensed some definite movement in his groin area. It seemed she’d turned into a sexual magnet for the geek squad. At least she was getting laid. Although, she did wish her wolf would shut up already. Not bad enough her inner bitch clamored to chomp on Simon, now it wanted her to do the same to her newest admirer.

“Sit,” she ordered tersely, a cool smile tilting her lips when he startled visibly.

Fumbling to pull the chair back, he plopped himself onto the seat while she watched him with much more interest than he deserved. Only slightly taller than Simon, at probably a hair over six foot, he owned the same pale skin, close-cut dark hair, an unshaven jaw and piercing blue eyes. His build appeared slim, his slender wrists leading to soft hands that tapered into pianist fingers—dexterous digits she’d wager that could pluck a tune from her sensitive clit. But possible sexual skills aside, he just wasn’t her usual type. Hell, she could probably bench press him and sing the Canadian anthem while doing it.

And yet, despite his apparent physical lack, she found him appealing. Actually, more than appealing. She wanted him with just as much urgency as she’d felt with Simon. Wanted to tear his clothes from his body and suck his cock until his eyes rolled back in his head and he sobbed his pleasure.

Hot damn, but the thought of it made her wet. Something of her hunger must have shown in her gaze because he visibly swallowed.

“Um, so, hi. My name is Frank. You met my best friend Simon last night.”

Friends? How intriguing. It meant the little nerd in front of her knew where to find her boy-toy from the night before. Although, she wasn’t too sure if she still needed Simon anymore, what with his fascinating friend in front of her.

“I wouldn’t say so much met as fucked his brains out,” she replied crassly, smiling as his cheeks flushed pink. And how far down your body does that blush extend?

“Wow, you really are blunt,” he squeaked, unable to look her in the eye. “So, um, about my friend, Simon. He’s kind of why I’m here.”

“I’m not following you,” she said, deliberately playing obtuse to see if he could say it aloud.

“You know. The whole, um, sex thing and Simon.” His complexion turned a deep shade of red. But he forged ahead. “Simon seems to think that last night was a one-time thing.”

“It was.”

“Oh.”

Despite the interest she’d seen in his eyes, he seemed genuinely disappointed for his friend.

“Is that why you came? To see if I’d bang him again?”

Again, the endearing blush. She truly did want to drag him off somewhere and see what color he’d turn when she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him to culmination.

“I came because he—and I, for that matter—kind of got the impression that you might be mates.” When she would have interrupted, he held up a hand and said hurriedly, with more bravery than she would have credited, “Hold on. Hear me out. Simon never, ever does wild shit. He doesn’t have sex with girls he doesn’t know. He definitely never comes home wearing a silly grin and raving over how awesome a chick, um, lady I mean, is.”

Deena couldn’t help the heat that spread through her at his words. Men were always trying to get between her thighs, but most wanted the thrill of being able to say they fucked the ball buster, or they wanted something from her. She’d never had one gush about her. To her inner pleasure, she enjoyed it, and it baffled the hell out of her.

“I rocked his world,” she replied nonchalantly. “It happens. It doesn’t mean it’s the mating fever.” Despite the fact she’d wanted to bury her teeth in his sweet flesh, just like she wanted to do to his friend.

“So you didn’t want to mark him?”

“Doesn’t matter if I did or not. I have a reputation and a position to maintain. Sweet as your friend was, you and I both know he’s not cut out for the life of an alpha bitch’s mate.”

His brow creased, and he leaned forward, seeming to forget his initial trepidation. “But you’re the alpha. It’s not like your mate needs to be strong too. Simon’s brother is our pack leader and his wife is the sweetest little thing ever.”

Frank’s words spun her. She’d never thought of it like that. All her life, she’d looked for a man as strong or stronger than her to act as partner, and yet, she’d yet to meet another married alpha leader whose mate matched them in strength. “It’s different,” she muttered. “They’re men. You don’t know the shit I put up with. Shit my mate would need to be able to handle.”

“I don’t think you give Simon enough credit. As pack runts, we’ve both learned to deal with bullies.” At her arched brow, he smiled, a sweet look that made her sex tighten as moisture flooded it. “We don’t fight with our fists. We’re not stupid after all, but we have other strengths.”

“Such as?”

“Our intelligence. Trust me, we know how to handle bullies.”

Deena laughed. A great boast, but still, she knew the ways of the Lycans. Beating someone at a game of chess or Jeopardy hardly ranked up there with laying them flat on the ground, crying for their mama. “Oh, you’re a cute one. Come with me.” She stood and began to walk, only to realize he didn’t follow.

She stopped and turned  to look at him over her shoulder. “I don’t see you following. Don’t make me embarrass you by throwing you over my shoulder and carting you off cavewoman style.”

His chair went skidding back and he strode toward her, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he worried it.

When he reached her, she caught his hand and began dragging him to the elevators.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

She almost said to heaven. “To my room.”

“Wh-what for?”

Laughter pealed from her as she stabbed the button for the elevator. She turned to face him with a smirk. “To fuck of course. For some reason, I seem to be attracted to geeks this weekend. First, your buddy Simon, and now you. Congratulations. It’s your lucky day.”

“B-but…” He couldn’t seem to get any other word out, so she sighed as she shoved him into the elevator. The doors slid shut and she pinned him against the wall, a hand on either side of his body, leaning into him.

“You are protesting too much, which kind of pisses me off. You don’t want to make me angry do you?”

He shook his head vehemently.

“Good. Then shut up and let me fuck you. I know you want to.” She reached down to cup him, grunting in satisfaction at the hard package she found. It seemed geeks were better endowed than her usual steroid partners. What a bonus.

He turned his face when she tried to kiss him. “No. I can’t do this. Simon’s my friend. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Tell him you didn’t have a choice,” she purred forcing his face back.

Wide eyes stared at her, and while she could sense the inner battle he fought, he couldn’t hide his arousal.

“I don’t want to,” he stubbornly lied.

“Well I do, and I always get what I want.” She breathed the words against his lips. The elevator dinged before she could claim his mouth. The doors slid open and as she turned, a slim body went hurtling down the hall.

Seriously? That made twice in as many days that she’d had to chase down her lovers. What fun. This time, she didn’t bother with a slow stalk. She sprinted after him, tackling him before he reached the stairwell doors.

They hit the ground hard, his breath oomphing out of him, and before he could think to twist and slip way, she wrenched his hands over his head and pinned his body with hers.

“Gotcha,” she smirked.

“But Simon—”

“Can join us later. I’ve always wanted to try a threesome, and with you both being best friends, there’s no better time than now I’d say.” Just thinking of having the two intriguing men taking turns pleasuring her made her channel quiver in mini orgasm.

“What!”

She swallowed his shock, plastering her mouth against his, silencing him. Oh the decadent bliss of his soft lips gripped between hers, his trembling body, which heated beneath her. And the heady sound of his moans as he finally gave in to her.

But she retained enough wits to know they needed to get out of the hall before someone came across them. Rolling off him, she hoisted him to his feet, his dazed expression making her grin as she led him to the door of her room. Thankfully, this floor only contained a handful of suites so no one saw her ignoble chase-down of her lover. Although, if anyone said anything, she’d make them regret it.

Locking the door behind them, it turned into a déjà vu moment with him trembling and backing away from her as she strolled toward him, stripping her clothes off.

“If you don’t want to go back to your room naked, I’d suggest stripping, because I am not in the mood to wait.” Her dripping pussy wouldn’t allow it.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” he grumbled, but his fingers went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a pale chest with faint muscular delineation and soft fuzz. His hands hesitated at the waistband of his jeans and she growled.

With a sigh, he stripped them off, revealing an engorged cock, shorter than his friend’s, but thick, so very, very thick that it might prove difficult to suck.

She did so love a challenge.

Chapter Four

Somehow, somewhere, Frank had entered the Twilight Zone. What else could explain how he found himself naked, throbbing harder than he ever recalled, about to get fucked by a freaking madwoman. A smoking hot madwoman, who, in some strange twist of fate, wanted him.

Licking her lips, Deena advanced, hips undulating, breasts tipped with suckable nipples bobbing, and Frank could only stand still, waiting. It no longer mattered that Simon fucked her first. He didn’t care that she might be his friend’s fated mate, because not only did Frank want to sink his cock into her until he exploded, he wanted to bite her taut flesh and mark her. Because, like Simon, the urge to claim her rode him hard, almost as hard as he hoped she’d ride him.

Instead of enjoying some cowgirl action though, she dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock. Stroking her hand firmly up and down his length, he could only stare down at her in rapt fascination as she eyed his prick like she’d never seen something so marvelous before. And when she stretched her lips wide and took him deep in to her wet mouth? He almost shot his cream, the suction of her mouth beyond pleasurable.

Clenching his ass muscles, he sought to hold back, but he couldn’t resist gripping her hair, and thrusting his hips in time to her suction. She growled in appreciation around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp aloud. Inadvertently, his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling the strands. To his surprise, instead of biting his cock off for his inadvertent injury, she moaned, the scent of her lust thickening in the air around them.

She likes it when I take control? He wanted to explore the fascinating concept, but she suddenly released his cock and reached to grab something out of her pant pocket lying in a heap on the floor. Ripping some foil, she placed a rubber over his cock head, but his girth kept making it pop off. She growled in frustration and Frank, trying not to smile because he’d run into this problem before, leaned over to pull out a larger sized condom from his own slacks. He never left home without them.

She dove on it and in short order had him covered. By this time, she was panting, and the musky aroma of her lust perfumed the room, making Frank drool. But it seemed he wasn’t to get a taste of her honey because she bent over in front of him, hands braced on the floor, the pink lips of her pussy beckoning him.

“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Ram your cock into my pussy and take me.”

God did she know how to sweet-talk a man. With an invitation like that, how could he refuse? But that didn’t mean he’d give her absolute reign over the situation. Frank ever was the experimenter.

Gripping his dick, he rubbed the head against her wet slit, parting her lips but not sheathing himself. Oh no, he wanted to tease her like she’d teased him. He pressed the head of his prick against her clit, the slippery skin against her nub making her pussy visibly tremble.

“Stop teasing,” she barked. “Fuck me goddammit.”

Frank didn’t know what possessed him, but it didn’t stop his hand from coming up and then landing with a crack on her ass along with a gruff, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, woman.”

She craned to look back at him, her mouth a round O of astonishment that kind of matched his own internal shock. “Did you just talk back to me?”

Despite her challenging words, Frank could smell her heightened arousal and saw her excitement seeping from her cleft. His command of the situation turned her on. She wanted him to take charge. She just couldn’t admit it aloud.

He cracked his palm against her ass again and her eyes almost rolled back in her head. “Keep distracting me, woman, and I’ll just jerk off all over your ass.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she moaned, her breathing coming fast.

To prove his point, he stroked himself, quick strokes that she watched avidly. “I’d love to see you wearing my cream,” he murmured.

“Oh god,” she whispered, closing her eyes before turning her head to let it hang down.

Her sudden submission almost undid him. But he needed to reward her for not tearing his dick off. He slammed it into her pussy, groaning aloud when her channel squeezed around him and she let out a yelp.

“You like that don’t you,” he grunted, thrusting into her, over and over, his balls swinging forward and slapping her clit. “Answer me,” he barked, slapping her ass.

“Fuck yes!” she yelled. “Give it to me.”

He did. Slamming into her, he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks spreading her wide, and the rougher he got, the more she yelled, until with a strident scream, she came. Holy fuck. Frank’s head went back as he thrust one last time into her and let go, his cock spurting. He kept his fingers buried into the flesh of her ass, his own cheeks clenched tight as he let himself bask in the sinfully sweet sensation of her sex spasming around him.

The only way it could have been better was if he sank his teeth into her skin and made her his, because he knew, without a doubt, Deena was meant as his mate. His and Simon’s, he’d wager. The problem remained though, how to get her to realize it too.

* * *

Simon bounded out of the bed as soon as Frank entered smelling of sex and Deena.

“What the fuck!” he yelled at his best friend, his fists clenched at his side.

Frank blushed and shrugged. “I, um went to talk to Deena about hooking up with you again.”

“Really, and your cock just happened to fall into her pussy?” Simon retorted.

“She didn’t give me much of a choice. It’s like she suddenly couldn’t keep her hands off me, and honestly, I couldn’t find the strength to say no.”

Shoulders slumping Simon sank back onto his bed. “Tell me about it. I guess your theory of us being fated mates though was wrong.”

“Actually, I think it was right, but with one added difference. I think we’re both destined to be hers.”

“What?” Simon’s head shot up and he looked at his best friend with incredulity. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“I was thinking. Remember the pack histories. How often does a female alpha rise to the position of pack leader?”

“Rarely. And your point?”

“Think. Use that big brain of yours for something other than math for a second. What made their reigns different other than their sex?”

Simon mentally flipped through his history lessons, bringing to mind the few famous women who’d owned the strength and temerity to rule. His eyes widened as the answer came to him. “They usually mated with two or more men.”

Nodding his head quickly, Frank waved his hands. “And in most cases, the males they chose weren’t the strongest, but—“

“The smartest.” Simon laughed. “Okay, so the situation might not be as fucked up as it appears. Does that mean she wants us?”

Frank’s smile faded. “No. She thinks we’re too weak to take on the role of mates. She’s under the misconception that only a strong male can handle the flack.”

“Bullshit. If anyone can handle some taunting, it’s us. We do, after all, have experience.”

“Exactly. But the problem is how do we make her understand? Although…” Frank took on a pensive mien.

“What? I can tell you’ve got something brewing up there. Spill.”

“Did you know Deena has a submissive side in the bedroom?”

“Like fuck.”

“No, seriously. I was so into the moment that I slapped her ass and told her to behave.”

Simon peeked down at his friend’s crotch. “I don’t see any blood.”

“Of course you don’t ’cause she liked it,” Frank replied smugly. “I think that while she might act tough as nails, deep down, she’s just a woman looking for someone to take charge.”

“And love her,” Simon added. At his friend’s puzzled look, he explained. “Think of how hard it must be to constantly have to prove herself. Anytime she’s out in public, she’s got to be tough tougher even than a male pack leader because she’s a woman and we both know how chauvinist our kind can be. She can’t allow herself to be soft, not if she wants respect. I bet you she doesn’t have a lot of close friends either. Kind of like us growing up. No one wanted to associate with the pack runts. With her though, she can’t show weakness.”

“But she could to her mates,” Frank said, his tone musing. “If the right man, or men, came along, who wouldn’t constantly challenge her for power, who were content to let her lead outside the bedroom…”

“Then behind closed doors, with mates she can trust, she could let loose.”

“Or so we hope,” Frank chuckled. “But how do we convince her?”

Heat spread through Simon’s cheeks before he managed to blurt the words. “We need to tempt her with our bodies.”

Frank snorted, then laughed. “That sounds so fucking stupid, but, I think you might have something. Once she met us, she didn’t even wait two minutes before dragging us off to have sex.”

“Think of how much worse the mating fever will be with two of us,” Simon added, unable to stop grinning at the absurdity of the situation. “I can’t even believe I’m saying it. I mean, I know we just met her and all, but I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Ditto. So how do we launch our plan?”

“Tonight, at the dinner. She’s sure to be there. When the dancing starts, we’ll make our move.”

“Together?”

Again a blush invaded him. “Yeah. If she’s meant to be both our mates, then we’d better get used to tag teaming.”

“It will be just like that time we did Kerry together in college. Remember how fucking awesome that was? Just remember to keep your man parts to yourself.”

“I’ll be too busy trying to stick it into her, idiot.”

“Dumbass.”

They looked at each other and laughed. Crazy, fucked up and possibly suicidal, Simon couldn’t deny his excitement at the thought of claiming Deena as his, forever.

Hopefully, she didn’t kill them for their temerity.

Chapter Five

After the wild sex, Deena threw Frank out, just like she had with Simon, unable to deal with the emotional turmoil and savage need of her wolf. She’d lost control again, almost biting the little geek, who somehow turned the tables and thought to master her. Even more fucked up, she liked it.

Usually in the bedroom, Deena took control. It didn’t matter how strong the guy was that she decided to fuck, they did what she said. None ever had the balls to take command of the situation, and none ever, ever dared to slap her and threaten to withhold their cock.

It made her wet just thinking about it. How Frank knew what she craved, when even she never guessed, baffled her. Just like she didn’t understand how she could experience the most earth-shattering orgasms with the two most unimposing men she’d ever met. And yet, she couldn’t deny she enjoyed their erotic touch. Wanted to see them again, fuck them, or even better, let them fuck her until she begged for mercy.

Her need shamed her. Where was her strength and will when it came to the pair? She’d only briefly met each of them, and yet now, couldn’t stop thinking of them? Wondering how and when she’d see them again?

What if it’s never?

No! The very idea that she’d never encounter them again saw her bounding off the bed and stalking her room. But the truth remained, despite what she wanted, they could very well disappear. She only knew their first name, nothing else. Although, Frank did let it slip that Simon was related to an alpha leader. However, dozens of them were in attendance for the eclipse the following afternoon. How could she approach them and find her geek boys without voicing her request aloud? Without looking…needy?

And what will I do with them once I find them?

Bite them both and keep them, growled her wolf. Deena recoiled from wolf’s clear desire. Mark two men who couldn’t fight their out of a paper bag? The idea went beyond preposterous. They wouldn’t last a day as her mates. Her inner beast snorted. Claim them before some other bitch spreads her thighs. We both know what happens on the eclipse. Things got wild, and individuals got together that usually wouldn’t have spared each other a glance. There stood a very good chance that her nerds would find themselves tossed to the ground and ravished by some enthusiastic she-wolf.

I’ll kill any slut who touches my geeks. Growling, Deena fought to control herself, her sudden jealousy overwhelming her common sense.

What to do? If she didn’t put a mark on Frank and Simon then they were free game. But if she did…how would they survive as her mates?

Frank’s observation that other pack alpha’s didn’t chose partners based on strength came back to haunt her. It’s different for me. Isn’t it?

A knock sounded on her door, and she flung open the portal with a snarled “What?”

Thankfully, the lodge staff was comprised of Lycan’s, so the valet didn’t flinch at her terseness, although he did blanche, which instantly brought to mind her nerdy lovers.

Something fierce must have shown in her expression because the scent of fear surrounded her as the valet thrust forth a bouquet of wild flowers and a small envelope. “F-f-for you, m-m-ma’am,” he stuttered.

Grabbing the unexpected gift, she didn’t have time to question the valet about who sent it because he’d already fled down the hall.

Slamming her door shut, she sauntered over to her bed and sat. She stared at the flowers, her very first bouquet. Dipping her head, she inhaled their sweet scent, then cradling them on her lap, she tore open the envelope and yanked out the note.

Deena,

Being with you blew our minds—and cocks. Just remembering how you looked on your knees sucking…it was the most beautiful image ever. But we’re not done with you, woman. And this time, you’ll be the one following orders. We’re going to be watching you at dinner, with our pricks hard as we think of what we intend to do to that sweet pussy of yours. We’re both dying to have a taste. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your two devoted geeks worshipping your body before fucking it.

But only obedient girls get the ultimate treat. When in public, you might be the boss, but when we get you alone, we’ll be the ones in charge. The ones making you scream as you come, over and over.

Right about now, you’re probably growling and snarling that we don’t have the right to give you orders. Wrong. We are your mates whether you choose to recognize it yet or not and while you rule the pack, we own your body. Our first order to you is that you will not wear underwear to dinner tonight, and you will wear a dress. Simon or I will be checking when you least expect it. We’ll slide our hand up your skirt and stroke your wet pussy. Wear anything to cover it and you won’t be getting a taste of our cocks tonight. That would be a shame, because we had such pleasures planned for your sweet body.

Now go get ready, our sweet alpha bitch, because the dinner hour approaches and we’re so very hungry.

Forever yours,

Simon and Frank

Her first impulse was to crumple the missive and pitch it. Her second to shove her hand down her pants and masturbate. It wouldn’t take long to get herself off considering how hot her pussy already was, each naughty, handwritten word a form of erotic foreplay. How and where did a pair of geeks get to the nerve to act so presumptuously…and arousing?

How dare they think to give me orders. A dress with no undies indeed. A female of her stature couldn’t go out in public dressed as provocatively as they suggested. What would the others think? Then again, the lack of skirts in her wardrobe was more of personal preference than actual need, and the only person who would know she went around bare-assed was her—and the men who thought to command her.

For a pair of guys with less muscles in their body than one of her arms, they sure knew how to give orders and make a woman sopping wet.

With a growl, she stomped into the bathroom and filled the sink with water for the flowers. Keeping their stems damp until she could locate a vase, she lowered her face for another whiff. She inhaled deep, the fragrance of the blooms sweet, just like her lovers. A smile ghosted across her lips.

Maybe wearing a skirt wouldn’t be so bad.

* * *

Borrowing a dress to wear proved easier than she thought, although she almost smacked her packmate Jana. When she made her request, Jana’s jaw dropped to the floor and she managed a choked, “Are you fucking with me? You in a skirt?”

It didn’t help that Deena blushed like some yellow-bellied cur. She’d covered her embarrassment with a barked, “There’s nothing wrong with me wearing a dress. I can wear whatever I fucking like.”

Claiming it, however, did nothing to stem her discomfort as she stalked into the dining hall, certain all eyes were trained on her, aware of her naughty secret. In reality, most of the Lycans in attendance didn’t even look her way, probably terrified she’d tear their heads off. She did, though, catch the interest of three.

One she ignored, his scarred face apparently not reminder enough that she wanted nothing to do with him. The other pair of gazes she pretended not to notice as she strutted to her reserved table. But she couldn’t help the heat—or moisture—that flooded her, knowing they mentally undressed her with their eyes, checking to see just what she wore under the skirt. Nothing, and she’d never felt naughtier or hornier.

Dinner could have comprised of cardboard for all she noticed. The only thing she could concentrate on was making sure she didn’t get caught staring at her geeks, and the jerks, they ignored her right back. Heck, they even spent time chatting up the hillbilly timber wolves rather than mooning in her direction. It should have enraged her at the very least. Instead their very nonchalance in the face of their dirty letter made her stupidly hot.

Thankfully, she wasn’t the only horny one in attendance, the musky smell of lust got stronger the more the alcohol flowed. By the time the tables got pushed out of the way, the lights dimmed and the music cranked, she was ready to tuck one or both of her geeks under her arms and take them somewhere to have her wicked way with them.

Of course, they didn’t seem to share the same impulse, she noted with a glare as they stood, casually chatting up a pair of tiny, blonde females, and hillbilly ones no less, who laughed raucously at something her geeks said. She didn’t like it one bit. As if sensing her stare, Frank turned to look at her. His eyes swept her up and down, a slow grin curling his lips that shot liquid heat right to her cleft. He nudged Simon, who pushed up his glasses before he pivoted and smiled, his eyes lighting with a sincere pleasure that made her blush.

What is wrong with me, acting like a schoolgirl with her first boy crush?

Stupid, juvenile or not, she couldn’t stop herself from heading toward them, need and desire pulling her like a marionette. Intent on her objectives, her heart hammering faster now that she’d captured their undivided attention—to the pouting displeasures of the sluts trying to talk to them--—she almost walked into the bulky form that suddenly stepped in front of her.

Growling at Jeffrey’s scarred countenance, she went to sidestep him, only to have her path blocked as he moved parallel to her.

Annoyed, she didn’t coach her words into any semblance of politeness. “Move out of my way before I hurt you again.”

“Come on, Deena. It’s the eclipse celebration. Can’t we let bygones be bygones? You and I are the only unattached alpha’s here. What do you say we just enjoy ourselves? No strings, just some wild sex.”

A snort escaped her. “You want me to forget you tried to mark me by force and just have sex with you? Did the beating I give you destroy what little intelligence you had left?”

As taunts went, it had the desired effect. Jeffrey’s body bristled, his jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed with anger. Good, because she didn’t want any misunderstandings. She wouldn’t fuck Jeffrey if he was the last wolf left alive. She’d screw a human first.

“I am going to make you pay for that, bitch. Think you’re so fucking tough, let’s see how you fare against me and my boys when we corner you and take turns banging your precious cunt.”

“Try it and I’ll make each and every one of you in permanent sopranos,” she growled right back, livid that he would even think of threatening her, and with gang rape no less.

Things might have devolved into a fistfight except someone bumped into Jeffrey from behind, distracting him. Pivoting, Jeffrey lashed out with a fist, but his target had already danced back out of reach.

“Whoah. Sorry man,” said Simon, holding up his hands in a peace gesture. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your discussion with the beautiful lady.”

“That cunt is no lady,” spat Jeffrey.

“Now that’s not a nice thing to say about a hottie with a killer set of legs,” said Frank, arriving at her side with a shake of his head. “Talk about uncouth behavior. And this is why I betcha later on tonight you end up drunk and fucking some backwoods, hillbilly timber wolf.”

Deena fought not to laugh as they all glanced over at the corner where the wolves in question hung out, barely better than real wolves. They eschewed society for the most part, showing up only at gatherings to recruit fresh blood—A.K.A. mate with some unsuspecting wolves.

A moue of distaste crossed Jeffrey’s visage. “Never. I’ve got more taste than that.”

“If you say so,” Simon replied with a shrug. “But you’re the one calling the hottest woman in here nasty names, which makes me question your ability to judge.”

Deena wanted to groan at her geek’s intentional bait. He’s going to get himself killed if he doesn’t shut up. But even as she thought it, she couldn’t deny a certain pleasure at the elegant way he insulted Jeffrey while complimenting her.

As Simon ducked Jeffrey’s fist, Deena jumped as fingers tickled up her thigh to the hem of her skirt. She whipped her head sideways to see Frank wearing a wide grin. Positioning his body in front of her, he hid his furtive movement from view “Don’t mind me. Just checking to see if you were a good girl.”

“Shouldn’t you be taking care of your friend before he gets his ass kicked?” she hissed, embarrassment warring with excitement that he actually kept his word and checked her for panties. Frank’s head turned around to watch the ducking and dodging Simon. He shrugged even as his fingers kept climbing, dragging the hem of her skirt up.

“As the strong one in this relationship, isn’t that your job?” he whispered, leaning in close, just as his digits reached her cleft. She trembled at the gentle stroke of his fingers across her damp lips. His breath feathered across her lips. “Mmm. What a good girl you are. Now, why don’t you save your soon-to-be mate over there so we can blow this joint and get to work on rewarding you for being so hot.”

He plunged two fingers into her moist sex, pumping her once, twice before withdrawing and moving back. Then he licked his fingers with a wicked smile that brought on a mini quiver.

An “ooh” came from the crowd as a meaty smack sounded and she looked over to see Simon rubbing his jaw, his glasses askew, but that didn’t stop him from saying, “Is that the best you can do? My little sister used to smack me harder.”

Jeffrey roared and rushed him, but her nimble lover, sprang out of the way, speed making up for his lack of muscle and bulk.

With a sigh, Deena stalked toward Jeffrey and spun him before planting a fist in his face.

His broken nose spraying blood. Jeffrey roared. “Bitch! Mind your own fucking business.”

“They are my business, unfortunately.” When the idiot would have spoken again, she tapped him again, his strident scream as she pulverized his already broken nose halting the noise in the room for a moment.

Jeffrey went down clutching his face, muttering, “Cunt!” over and over. Like most bullies, he could give it, but couldn’t take it.

“Come. Now,” she barked striding away from the debacle. She didn’t bother turning to see if either Simon or Frank followed. Lucky her, when she arrived at the elevator she noticed both of them trailing behind her.

“Two of you at once, eh?” she queried with an arched brow. She’d never taken on more than one lover at a time before, but she knew of some who had. The concept intrigued her, and made her already soaking pussy tremble.

Simon blushed, but Frank met her gaze. “A woman like you is special. One man isn’t enough to give you what you need. It’s why fate chose us both as your mates.”

“But I don’t want a mate, or two. Although I will drain you dry,” she answered with a smirk.

“You’ll do more than fuck us, woman. Before we’re done with you, you’ll be begging to mark us. To make us yours.”

“Such cocky assurance,” she purred, backing into the open elevator cab, knowing that despite his brazen claim it would never happen. But she wouldn’t mind enjoying their attempts to change her mind. She crooked a finger at them. “Come along then, my geeky pups. Why don’t you show me how you intend to make me do anything.”

She almost regretted her challenge as they pressed in on her, their ardent gazes and heated bodies almost making her cave in to their demand, making a mockery of her inner assurance. And they haven’t even touched me yet.

For the first time, trepidation and uncertainty flooded her, because despite her words, she wondered if she would prevail, or end up mated to a pair of geeks. Scarier, a part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind and let them so she could continue enjoying the pleasure they brought her.

The doors to the elevator slid shut and her breath hitched as she waited for them to kiss her. However, while their bodies hemmed hers, neither made a move, which drove her wild.

“What are you waiting for?” she growled.

Shy Simon with the glasses she wanted to rip off, quirked a smile. “Haven’t you heard the expression ‘good things come to those who wait’?”

“I’m not a patient woman.”

“What a shame,” Frank replied with a shake of his head, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Because, while we are going to tease that delicious body of yours, we won’t give you the ultimate prize until you admit you are our mate.”

“You’ll wait a long time,” was her dry reply, at odds with her soaking pussy.

“Such a stubborn babe.”

The elevator arrived at her floor. They disembarked and in short order found themselves in her room, the door locked behind them.

“Strip,” she ordered, her own hands impatiently tugging at the buttons down the back of the dress.

“Stop. We want to be the ones to take it off,” Frank said grabbing her hands and stopping her attempt to disrobe.

It occurred to her to protest the delay, however, Frank slid around to her back and, sweeping her hair aside, placed a warm kiss on the nape of her neck. A shiver coursed through her, then a full-body tremble as a motion at her feet made her look down to see Simon kneeling in front of her. He shot her that shy smile of his that squeezed her in the area of her heart. She couldn’t help returning his smile, which made his eyes light up even further. Simon placed his hands on her calves, stroking the firm muscle before sliding up, the simple touch firing up her nerve endings. It didn’t help that behind her, Frank kept pressing light kisses on her nape, his warm breath fluttering across her skin, creating goosebumps in its wake. Caught up in the dueling sensations, she barely noticed when he parted her dress at the back and slid it down her arms. Below her, Simon caught the fabric when it snagged around her hips and tugged it the rest of the way, lifting her feet one at a time, until he’d removed it.

Standing there only in her bra should have proved unnerving, especially since both of them remained fully dressed, but the look of reverence in Simon’s face made her feel like a goddess—a sexual one. He stood, just the right height for their lips to meet, his clothed body pressing on hers, while from behind Frank pushed back, his groin grinding against her buttocks. Talk about sensory overload. Quivers in her cleft made her moan.

Two pairs of hands maneuvered her onto the bed, on her stomach, which surprised her. She opened eyes made heavy with passion, and saw Frank kneeling beside the bed, pulling off his tie.

“Are you ready to submit to us?”

“Make me,” she replied with a husky chuckle. She knew they couldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want. Problem was, she wanted them to do those things to her, dirty, dirty things.

“I love a challenge,” he said with a cocky grin that made her wonder why she’d thought him weak. In appearance perhaps, but his attitude screamed anything but.

She flipped her head to the other side as she felt light kisses on the inside of her forearm and watched Simon, his tie also loose around his neck, nibbling her flesh. Her shy geek didn’t stop his embraces, but he did blush a bit at her intense perusal.

“And do you think to make me submit too?” she teased.

“No, I intend to make you come,” he answered, his cheeks brightening even further, but despite his embarrassment at his statement, the hunger in his eyes grew.

He leaned forward and kissed her, his soft lips sliding over hers, distracting her with his sensual embrace until the soft click snapped her out of it. Yanking at her arms, now shackled to the sturdy head board with fabric lined cuffs, she growled. “Tricky bastards. Let me go.”

“Are you ready to claim us as your mates?” Frank asked moving to stand beside Simon, who shrugged helplessly.

“No. And don’t think these puny cuffs will hold me. Take them off now or I will snap them just like I’m going to snap your scrawny neck.”

A smack as Frank’s hand hit her bare, exposed backside made her suck in a breath, not in pain but incredulity. “What do you think you are doing?”

“We told you in our note, that while in public, you might give the orders, when you’re alone with us, naked, you will obey.” His hand smoothed over the flesh he’d smacked, delving between her thighs and discovering her moistness.

“I won’t claim you,” she repeated, unable to stop the shudder that went through her as he pinched a cheek. Why does this excite me? She didn’t know but she couldn’t help moaning when he smacked her again, and again.

“You’ll do whatever we tell you to, woman.” Frank actually growled it at her.

“I think she talks too much,” Simon added. “And I can think of much better uses for her mouth.”

Had her shy geek actually said that? Astonishment made her turn to find him, and she caught him in the act of shucking his pants and underwear to reveal his long hard cock. This time his smile for her held none of the embarrassment, but plenty of hunger. He knelt onto the bed and positioned himself between her outstretched arms, his bobbing prick in line with her face. He grabbed her by the hair, only to release her when she made a noise.

“Again,” she panted.

As if unsure, his fingers threaded through her strands again and tilted her up. She gazed hungrily at his cock, but couldn’t do what he obviously intended with her stomach flat to the mattress, she lacked the right angle. As if sensing her dilemma, Frank’s hands left off stroking her backside to pull her up on her hands and knees, scooting her forward so her forearms rested on Simon’s thighs. And then her naughty geek shoved her face down on his cock.

And damn her if she didn’t like it.

Chapter Six

Simon never thought of himself as the take charge type of guy. About the only time he got bold was if bullied, or if he saw someone else needing his aide, then he stepped up to the plate, even if it meant getting a smack in the face or two. Other than that, he preferred to sit in the background, a silent observer. But with Deena, all that changed.

With her, he turned into someone else, a sexual creature, who talked dirty, who grabbed her by the hair and force fed her his cock. And when she moaned, by damn, if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard.

To distract himself from her eager sucking, he looked over at his friend. Big mistake. While he had no interest in Frank as a lover, he couldn’t deny the excitement that coursed through him as he saw his friend caressing her buttocks, palpating the firm flesh. Frank slid his hand down the crevice of her ass, and brought his fingers back out wet. He licked them and Simon couldn’t help thrusting his hips at her evident excitement. He gagged poor Deena, not that it stopped her. Instead, she got wilder, and Simon could only yell as he pulled away, not giving her what she so obviously wanted.

“Gimme,” she growled, craning to get him back.

“M-mark me,” he stuttered, finding it hard to think with his cock straining to come.

“No.”

Her answer, not as adamant as earlier turned into a drawn out moan as Frank slapped her ass for the wrong reply.

“I think it’s time we changed her mind,” Frank said to Simon before lowering his face between her thighs, and while Simon couldn’t see, he could definitely imagine the lapping tongue by the expression on Deena’s face and her harsh breathing. Not to be left out, he moved, maneuvering himself under her chest and grabbing the tip of an erect nipple with teeth.

She screamed. “Yes. Yes. Make me fucking come.”

Instead, as they’d planned beforehand, they backed off, a hard task given Simon just wanted to make her climax.

“Don’t stop,” she cried.

“Will you claim us?” Simon asked.

“No,” she moaned. “Please, just fuck me.”

“Oh, we’ll fuck you all right,” Frank replied, kneeling between her legs. “But, you won’t be coming until you agree to make us your mates.”

“Never.”

Simon grabbed her nipple back in his mouth as Frank thrust into her, jerking her body forward. He pounded her a few times, then pulled out, his breathing harsh.

Deena didn’t speak, just mewled, gyrating her ass back at him, begging for more.

“Simon, I need a minute.” Rolling out from under Deena first, Simon took his friend’s place, kneeling between her thighs, basking in the visual glory of her exposed pussy, the pink folds glistening and her nub swollen with desire. He couldn’t help leaning in for a taste, his tongue flicking across her sex and feeling the shudder that went through her. He lapped at her several times, until the gyration of her cleft against his face told him she approached the brink again. Simon pulled back, his cock fairly bursting.

“Sure you won’t change your mind?” Frank asked as he moved to place his cock in front of her mouth. She just snarled at him, but not for long because he grabbed her hair and rammed his cock into her mouth.

Holy fuck. Simon in another time or place would have found himself shocked at the way they teased her, but even he couldn’t deny, she enjoyed it. Begged for it with her body and eyes.

Not to be left out, Simon guided his cock into her tight channel, closing his eyes at the beauty of it. In and out, he fucked her, slowly, enjoying every silken inch of her sex and how it suctioned him. Approaching his own brink, he seated himself deep inside her and stopped moving. It didn’t stop her from trying to push back against him. He withdrew again and moved away.

“Oh my god, that feels so fucking good,” Frank groaned before yanking his cock from her eager mouth.

“No,” she wailed.

“You know what we want,” Frank growled.

And so it went, on and on, with them bringing her to the brink, then backing off until finally, she said the words he thought they’d never hear.

“I’ll mark you, dammit,” she yelled. “I’ll make you both mine, if you just make me fucking come.”

Magical words said, they wasted no time. They pulled the cuffs off, cuffs which had she truly wanted to could have come off at any time. The fact she left them and allowed them to torture her said how much she wanted it.

Released, she flipped onto her back, hunger blazing in her expression.

“You first,” she growled beckoning to Simon. Her ardent gaze frightened him a little, and he gasped when her fingers dug into his arms to yank him down beside her. Then she latched her lips to his and he forgot trepidation, and lost himself in the wild strength that was Deena. She straddled him, and wasted no time impaling her pussy onto his cock.

Blazing eyes bored into his as she swirled her hips, and Simon could only try and hold on as she rode him hard.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into, little wolf. Because now there’s no turning back.” She swooped down, her teeth latching onto the skin above his heart. Hard, she bit down, claiming him, the pain and knowledge of what it meant making him shoot his load. She sucked at the wound, moaning as she gave in to her own bliss, her climax rippling through her frame and milking his cock dry.

Then she offered him her neck, and Simon, finished the ritual, marking her back and showing the world, and the packs, that they belonged to each other. And I couldn’t be happier.

* * *

Deena didn’t have time to recover or absorb the impact of what she’d just done when she found herself tossed onto her back and Frank between her legs. Slim and unassuming didn’t mean he didn’t own a bit of a forceful streak and while she enjoyed Simon’s demure side, she also enjoyed Frank’s take charge one. Hiking one leg over his forearm, he spread her, exposing her sex, then thrust hard into her. Still twitching from her climax, the added sensation of his thick cock proved too much. She threw her head back and a short howl emerged from her as Frank stroked her dying orgasm back to life with quick thrusts.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he growled. He didn’t wait for her to take charge and mark him, he dove in, his teeth worrying the flesh on the opposite side of her neck, the pinch of pain making her body bow as her second climax hit.

“That’s it, Deena. Come around my fat cock,” he murmured against her skin, licking his bite mark.

Her answer was to roll him until he lay under her. With a wicked grin, she ground herself against him as she sank her teeth into his chest. He yelled, his wide prick jerking inside her as he finally came to the still shuddering waves of her own climax.

Collapsed in a pile of sweaty limbs, Deena let a smile drift across her face. Talk about fucking amazing. She’d never come so hard in her life. And courtesy of two geeks. What were the odds?

“What’s so funny?” Simon asked, propping himself on one hand, letting his fingers trace her skin.

“You. Him. Us. I mean, where the hell did you guys learn to fuck like that?”

She knew her crass words would make Simon blush, a trait she really enjoyed.

“We, I mean, I, don’t usually. But when I get around you…” He trailed off and Frank finished for him.

“We go wild. You were made for us, just like we were made for you. And now that you’ve finally come to your senses and marked us, we can have this for the rest of our lives.”

Reminded of this, she rolled to glare at Frank. “That probably wasn’t the wisest thing either of you ever did. You do realize being my mate will mean more than just fucking, right?”

“Of course. It means we get to placate the pack when you go on a rampage.”

“It means helping you make decisions behind closed doors and acting like sounding boards,” Simon added.

“It means comforting you after you’ve had to do something for the benefit of the pack that’s hard, like executing a wolf gone bad.”

“It means reminding you after a day of kicking ass that you’re a woman with two men who l—”

Deena slapped her hand against Simon’s mouth. “Don’t you dare say what I think you are.” She still needed to absorb the fact she’d claimed her geeks. She didn’t think she could handle declarations of love quite yet.

“Fine,” Frank whispered from behind. “We’ll just show you then.”

Show her they did, making love to her with a sensuality that still had her screaming in delight. And again later after a shower that involved a lot of groping. In the end they exhausted her, leaving her no time to ponder or regret her decision to mark them. And for the first time ever, she didn’t sleep alone.

Chapter Seven

Simon could sense her uncertainty the next day when they finally left her room in search of breakfast. The wild claiming of the night before done while under the influence of desire, harder to bear in the light of day, especially for someone like Deena, who cared too much about what others thought of her. Actually, that wasn’t quite accurate. She feared appearing weak.

However, she couldn’t change the fact she’d mated with them, their bite marks on each side of her neck, a visible proclamation to all that she belonged to them. Their own marks resided over their hearts, hidden by their shirts, and Simon wished he could tear his clothing off and flaunt to the world that yes, she’d chosen them, that from this day forth, they would stick together.

Breakfast was served buffet style. They insisted Deena seat herself while they fetched her some sustenance, a courtly gesture that brought a blush to her cheeks. Drumming her fingers on the table, she tried to pretend interest in anything but her new mates, which Simon found so endearing. As they loaded up plates, he and Frank talked with others in line, including some of the local wolves who were looking for someone this morning. There would be a shotgun wedding before the day was out, and Simon found it hard to restrain his grin at the lucky groom.

Plates laden with food, they wished the timber wolves luck with their hunt. He and Frank seated themselves with their woman and Simon couldn’t help hearing the speculative gossip.

“…oh my god, she was claimed by two guys.”

“Damn, I’d have liked to have seen what they were up to last night.”

“Slut.”

That growled insult had both Simon and Frank whirling to see if they could spot the speaker, but the hum of voices made it impossible.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been called much worse,” Deena said wryly before biting into her toast. “Just count yourselves lucky they’re too busy gossiping about me to worry about tearing into you two yet.”

“And what are they going to say?” Frank asked with an arched brow. “‘Lucky bastards’ comes to mind.”

Deena’s lips twitched as she fought a smile. “This won’t be easy.”

“We can handle it. It’s you we’re worried about. Are you okay with us being joined?”

“Kind of late to worry about that now isn’t it?” She sighed. “No, I’m not sorry about it. I just wish you didn’t have to put up with the shit that’s sure to arise. What if I’m not around to protect you?”

“Then we’ll protect ourselves,” Simon replied.

“And if we can’t, and we get hurt, then we’ll expect you to go and kick some ass,” Frank added with a naughty grin.

She couldn’t stop her laughter that time, a rich sound that rang out startling those nearest them. “Why is it I can see you intentionally getting in trouble just so I can save your geeky carcasses?”

“Because it’s hot when you get all alpha bitch,” Frank said with a smirk. “And even hotter when that same bad ass woman begs for my cock.”

Color rushed to her cheeks and she ducked her head, but she couldn’t hide the rising scent of her lust.

Simon growled softly. “Woman, you are some kind of sexy.”

“And for nerds, you’re awfully prone to dirty talk,” she said. “Now, enough getting me hot and bothered. Everyone’s getting ready for the eclipse run. We should find a spot to stash our clothes and shift.”

Simon stood and followed Deena, enjoying the view of her taut ass moving with animal grace in her tight jeans.

Fuck did he owe fate big time for bringing him together with this woman. Now if only he and Frank could put her final doubts to rest, then maybe she’d relax and let herself truly enjoy what she’d have with them.

And let herself love us.

* * *

Showing up at breakfast, her new claimed status clear for all to see ended up easier than expected. The derision and insults she’d thought would surely rain down didn’t appear. Sure, she’d caught some of the ribald comments, but nothing worse than any other claiming earned.

Would everything work out like Simon and Frank seemed to think? She wished it would. It shamed her that she couldn’t help the fear that something would happen to her new mates. They didn’t have half her strength; how would they defend themselves if someone chose to attack them when she wasn’t around?

Revenge always tastes sweet though, her mind reminded. Frank acted so nonchalant about getting beaten up. Heck, he almost seemed to look forward to it so she could avenge him. Sick fucking wolf, but a part of her warmed at his confidence in her. That he knew she would never let any insult or injury to him pass without retribution. Their roles truly were reversed, but then again, what could she expect given her life so far.

As they found a secluded spot a few yards into the treeline, they stripped, the raucous laughter and chatter of others scattered in the woods, a reminder that they weren’t quite alone. A shame because seeing her mates bodies, their cocks bobbing and hard made her flush with desire.

As if reading her mind, Simon said, “Think of it as foreplay.”

“With a reward only if you catch us,” Frank added with a grin.

Before she could retort they’d need a head start, they shifted, a process she’d gone through countless times before, and yet this time, she shared an intimate connection with the wolves, a bond that made her inner beast whine to get out that she might frolic with her males.

And what beautiful males they were. In human form, their slight bodies and pale complexions made them appear weak. While still small of build as wolves, they possessed sleek frames. Smooth fur covered them, and even as wolves, their eyes retained intelligence.

With a short bark, Frank lifted his tail and took off running. Rolling his eyes with a snort, Simon tossed his head at her before following. She could only gape as they disappeared from sight, their beautiful beasts agile of foot.

I’d better hurry if I want to catch them in time to watch the eclipse together. Shifting into her bitch, the pain of the process something she’d learned to control long ago, she landed on four feet, shaking out her fur before taking off running.

Slipping through the trees and brush, she followed their scent trail, occasionally having to veer when her mates would split up, forcing her to choose one trail to follow. But each time, they met up again, and yet no matter how fast and hard she loped, she couldn’t catch sight of them. Fast little bastards.

Popping into an open clearing, the sun high overhead and the moon fast approaching in the bright blue sky, she lost their trail. Perplexed, she stuck her nose to the ground and sniffed, but their trail ended at the edge of the woods. Just as it occurred to her to look up, two bodies thumped to the ground, two very naked bodies.

Wearing matching grins, they strode toward her, shifting back to their wolves as they came. The sky began to darken as they sat on each side of her, and as one, they turned their muzzles to the sky. Bit by bit, the brilliant sun got swallowed by the moon, day turning to night, until only a black disk surrounded by a glowing nimbus remained.

She couldn’t help howling at the sight, her ululation joined as if in melody by that of her mates and the dozens of other wolves currently roaming the woods, all come to worship the moon, an ancient call none could deny.

As the sun slowly emerged from behind the asteroid, daylight returned to the land, and the eerie howling tapered off until only a deep silence reigned, but the magic of the eclipse had only just begun.

Need and hunger invaded her limbs, but she refused to rut like an animal. She shifted back, Simon and Frank following her suit. Before she could make demands, they’d pinned her to the ground, and she let them, because after all, only they could give her what she needed. And she needed it now.

It figured someone would come along to ruin the moment.

“I didn’t believe the rumors, but it seems it’s true. You’ve taken up with two weaklings.”

With a sigh, Deena sat up, then, stood as each of her mates offered her a hand. She shook them off though to face down Jeffrey and his habitual sneer. “You will not speak of my mates like that.”

Confusion, clouded his features quickly wiped by disbelief. Raucous laughter shook him. “Mates? You turned me down to join with these puny excuses for wolves?”

Frank looked at his groin and then over at Jeffrey’s. “I don’t know if you should be calling anyone puny, pencil dick.”

Deena didn’t know whether to groan at his goading or grin, the taunt a truly good one.

Simon stepped forward, and shook his head while tsking. “Geez, I’m surprised you’re still here, I mean I thought after last night, you’d have been long gone.”

“Like that bitch’s cowardly attack would send me scurrying like a cur. Not all of us are cowards, geek boy.”

Frank snorted. “He’s talking about your escaping your engagement to the hillybilly wolf, dumbass. What was her name again, Simon? Sally, something.”

“Sally-Ann is her name, which you’d think Jeffrey here would remember seeing as how he fucked her six ways from Sunday last night.”

A leer crossed Jeffrey’s face. “Was that the slut’s name? Bragging about me was she?”

“Oh, she talked about you all right, right to her daddy. He was asking me about you at breakfast this morning. Seems, he’s anxious to find you for his little girl,” said Simon.

“Wants another taste does she?”

“Oh, she’s after more than that,” Frank replied with a shake of his head. “She was asking me this morning if you’d make a good husband. Apparently you promised her a lot of things last night.”

Jeffrey scowled. “I don’t remember no promises. I just recall she was a good ride, but, sweet pussy or not, I’m not tying myself down to some inbred bitch.

“Damn. You should have thought about that before you took Sally-Ann’s virginity then. See, her daddy’s pack alpha, a mean old bastard too, and while he’s none too pleased at your method of courtship, he’s agreed to let you marry his daughter instead of killing you.”

“He can’t kill me or force me to do nothing. I’m pack leader of the Ottawa pack.”

“Not no more, you ain’t, boy.” From the woods strolled a scarred, barrel-chested man, naked like the rest of them, and he wasn’t alone. At his side walked a gap-toothed blonde who simpered at Jeffrey, while behind her slinked more of the timber wolves, their yellow eyes all trained on Jeffrey who finally began to look pale. “Sally-Ann, you sure you want this here man for your husband?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Boys, fetch my daughter’s fiancé would you? Looks like my baby girl is getting married.”

Jeffrey let out a squeak before turning to run, his thick muscled body shifting into a hulking black wolf that, while strong, lacked speed. It didn’t take long for the timber wolves to take him down. They dragged their prize by the scruff of his neck while he howled and scrabbled at the ground.

Old Tom, pack leader of the hillbilly pack, tossed a feral grin their way. “Thanks, boys, for setting my Sally-Ann up with the bastard. He’ll make a fine addition to the pack, once we’ve tamed him that is.”

“No problem, Tom. Give my regards to your wife.”

Tom spat. “Stupid old hag always ruining my fun.” Tom ruined his tirade with a wink before he shifted and loped off after his pack and the now fading screams of Jeffrey.

Deena turned toward them and planted her hands on her hips. “Exactly what did you guys have to do with that?”

Frank whistled innocently, while Simon, squinting slightly because of his lack of glasses, shrugged. “We kind of made sure he’d get rip roaring drunk.”

“And we might have steered Sally-Ann his way knowing she was looking for a hubby.”

Deena tried to hold it in, really she did, but her laughter bubbled forth. “That was the most evil and fucking cruel thing I’ve ever seen done to someone,” she howled. “And I’ve been witness to some really bad shit.”

Simon smiled. “We told you we could take care of ourselves. People might mess with us, but, we know how to get even.”

“And besides, we didn’t like the way he looked at you,” Frank added. “That ass belongs to us, and if anyone covets it, it will be Simon and I, not some two-bit pack leader with more balls than brains.

“Yours, eh? And just what does a poor mate have to do to get her mates to claim it?”

“I think our mate’s giving us orders again.”

“You said only in the bedroom you ruled,” she replied with a smirk.

“Time to amend that to whenever you’re naked and wet, you will do as you’re told.” Simon walked around behind her. “Starting with bending over, and spreading your thighs to show me that wet pussy of yours.”

“Make me,” she taunted. The sharp crack across her ass cheek made her moan, as did the hand in the middle of her back shoving her down. And then, there was no time to say anything because Frank shoved his cock into her mouth, effectively gagging her, while Simon impaled her on his cock.

She should have demanded a little more respect, maybe a touch of privacy, but the knowledge anyone could come across them, not to mention the way they just took charge without fear of repercussion made her come all too quick. Thankfully, they weren’t far behind.

As she lay in the leaves Simon had gathered, staring up at the drifting clouds, a mate on either side, it occurred to her, that she’d never found herself more content. Even better, she’d lost her fear. Perhaps the men she’d chosen weren’t muscle bound, but they were smart, and knew how to take care of themselves without lifting a finger. Best of all though, they liked her for who she was, and saw past her tough veneer to the woman inside. The woman who just wanted love. Not that she’d say it aloud. They’d have to torture it out of her first. What fun she’d have when they did...

Epilogue

Deena tapped her toe in time to the music of the bar her mates had dragged her to. They knew she hated dancing, unless it involved the naked kind in their bedroom, not that this excursion was about boogying, despite their claims. See, while her boys did drink and jive a bit on the floor, she’d finally clued in on what these outings were really about.

Since their return to her pack almost a year ago, they’d settled into an easy life, one that didn’t hold any of the problems or strife she’d expected from mating with two males lacking in strength. On the contrary, her pack loved Simon and Frank, because as Jana admitted, they mellowed Deena out.

The expected need for her men to have to fight off adversaries never appeared, although they did get the occasional odd look when other packs heard of their threesome status, but her boys handled those situations with a taunting eloquence that never failed to make her laugh. But it also meant she didn’t often get a chance to smack someone around to defend their honor. A crying shame.

Thus did their bar excursions seem to start, and what did you know, each time they went out, her men managed to insult the biggest, meanest prick—or two—in the joint. Then, her naughty nerds would dodge and weave around their target until Deena came over and flattened the gorilla for them. She got to defend them, they got horny from seeing her in action, and everyone benefitted, most especially her, because it usually resulted in sex on the side of the road as they never managed to make it home after one of the bar fights.

Life was fucking grand, and to think, she owed it all to Simon and Frank, the two men who erotically tortured her into claiming her geeks. And now that she had them, she’d kill anyone who thought to ever hurt a hair on their head, and stranger, she knew that in their own way, they’d always have her back. Even better, they taught me that even a bitch like myself deserves love, and lucky me, it happened to be times two.

The End

Content

Claiming Her Geeks
by
Eve Langlais

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Epilogue