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“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