Claiming Her Geeks (4 page)

“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.