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?”