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
“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
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