“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?”