Claiming Her Geeks

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...