Claiming Her Geeks

Chapter Four

Somehow, somewhere, Frank had entered the Twilight Zone. What else could explain how he found himself naked, throbbing harder than he ever recalled, about to get fucked by a freaking madwoman. A smoking hot madwoman, who, in some strange twist of fate, wanted him.

Licking her lips, Deena advanced, hips undulating, breasts tipped with suckable nipples bobbing, and Frank could only stand still, waiting. It no longer mattered that Simon fucked her first. He didn’t care that she might be his friend’s fated mate, because not only did Frank want to sink his cock into her until he exploded, he wanted to bite her taut flesh and mark her. Because, like Simon, the urge to claim her rode him hard, almost as hard as he hoped she’d ride him.

Instead of enjoying some cowgirl action though, she dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock. Stroking her hand firmly up and down his length, he could only stare down at her in rapt fascination as she eyed his prick like she’d never seen something so marvelous before. And when she stretched her lips wide and took him deep in to her wet mouth? He almost shot his cream, the suction of her mouth beyond pleasurable.

Clenching his ass muscles, he sought to hold back, but he couldn’t resist gripping her hair, and thrusting his hips in time to her suction. She growled in appreciation around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp aloud. Inadvertently, his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling the strands. To his surprise, instead of biting his cock off for his inadvertent injury, she moaned, the scent of her lust thickening in the air around them.

She likes it when I take control? He wanted to explore the fascinating concept, but she suddenly released his cock and reached to grab something out of her pant pocket lying in a heap on the floor. Ripping some foil, she placed a rubber over his cock head, but his girth kept making it pop off. She growled in frustration and Frank, trying not to smile because he’d run into this problem before, leaned over to pull out a larger sized condom from his own slacks. He never left home without them.

She dove on it and in short order had him covered. By this time, she was panting, and the musky aroma of her lust perfumed the room, making Frank drool. But it seemed he wasn’t to get a taste of her honey because she bent over in front of him, hands braced on the floor, the pink lips of her pussy beckoning him.

“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Ram your cock into my pussy and take me.”

God did she know how to sweet-talk a man. With an invitation like that, how could he refuse? But that didn’t mean he’d give her absolute reign over the situation. Frank ever was the experimenter.

Gripping his dick, he rubbed the head against her wet slit, parting her lips but not sheathing himself. Oh no, he wanted to tease her like she’d teased him. He pressed the head of his prick against her clit, the slippery skin against her nub making her pussy visibly tremble.

“Stop teasing,” she barked. “Fuck me goddammit.”

Frank didn’t know what possessed him, but it didn’t stop his hand from coming up and then landing with a crack on her ass along with a gruff, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, woman.”

She craned to look back at him, her mouth a round O of astonishment that kind of matched his own internal shock. “Did you just talk back to me?”

Despite her challenging words, Frank could smell her heightened arousal and saw her excitement seeping from her cleft. His command of the situation turned her on. She wanted him to take charge. She just couldn’t admit it aloud.

He cracked his palm against her ass again and her eyes almost rolled back in her head. “Keep distracting me, woman, and I’ll just jerk off all over your ass.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she moaned, her breathing coming fast.

To prove his point, he stroked himself, quick strokes that she watched avidly. “I’d love to see you wearing my cream,” he murmured.

“Oh god,” she whispered, closing her eyes before turning her head to let it hang down.

Her sudden submission almost undid him. But he needed to reward her for not tearing his dick off. He slammed it into her pussy, groaning aloud when her channel squeezed around him and she let out a yelp.

“You like that don’t you,” he grunted, thrusting into her, over and over, his balls swinging forward and slapping her clit. “Answer me,” he barked, slapping her ass.

“Fuck yes!” she yelled. “Give it to me.”

He did. Slamming into her, he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks spreading her wide, and the rougher he got, the more she yelled, until with a strident scream, she came. Holy fuck. Frank’s head went back as he thrust one last time into her and let go, his cock spurting. He kept his fingers buried into the flesh of her ass, his own cheeks clenched tight as he let himself bask in the sinfully sweet sensation of her sex spasming around him.

The only way it could have been better was if he sank his teeth into her skin and made her his, because he knew, without a doubt, Deena was meant as his mate. His and Simon’s, he’d wager. The problem remained though, how to get her to realize it too.

Simon bounded out of the bed as soon as Frank entered smelling of sex and Deena.

“What the fuck!” he yelled at his best friend, his fists clenched at his side.

Frank blushed and shrugged. “I, um went to talk to Deena about hooking up with you again.”

“Really, and your cock just happened to fall into her pussy?” Simon retorted.

“She didn’t give me much of a choice. It’s like she suddenly couldn’t keep her hands off me, and honestly, I couldn’t find the strength to say no.”

Shoulders slumping Simon sank back onto his bed. “Tell me about it. I guess your theory of us being fated mates though was wrong.”

“Actually, I think it was right, but with one added difference. I think we’re both destined to be hers.”

“What?” Simon’s head shot up and he looked at his best friend with incredulity. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“I was thinking. Remember the pack histories. How often does a female alpha rise to the position of pack leader?”

“Rarely. And your point?”

“Think. Use that big brain of yours for something other than math for a second. What made their reigns different other than their sex?”

Simon mentally flipped through his history lessons, bringing to mind the few famous women who’d owned the strength and temerity to rule. His eyes widened as the answer came to him. “They usually mated with two or more men.”

Nodding his head quickly, Frank waved his hands. “And in most cases, the males they chose weren’t the strongest, but—“

“The smartest.” Simon laughed. “Okay, so the situation might not be as fucked up as it appears. Does that mean she wants us?”

Frank’s smile faded. “No. She thinks we’re too weak to take on the role of mates. She’s under the misconception that only a strong male can handle the flack.”

“Bullshit. If anyone can handle some taunting, it’s us. We do, after all, have experience.”

“Exactly. But the problem is how do we make her understand? Although…” Frank took on a pensive mien.

“What? I can tell you’ve got something brewing up there. Spill.”

“Did you know Deena has a submissive side in the bedroom?”

“Like fuck.”

“No, seriously. I was so into the moment that I slapped her ass and told her to behave.”

Simon peeked down at his friend’s crotch. “I don’t see any blood.”

“Of course you don’t ’cause she liked it,” Frank replied smugly. “I think that while she might act tough as nails, deep down, she’s just a woman looking for someone to take charge.”

“And love her,” Simon added. At his friend’s puzzled look, he explained. “Think of how hard it must be to constantly have to prove herself. Anytime she’s out in public, she’s got to be tough tougher even than a male pack leader because she’s a woman and we both know how chauvinist our kind can be. She can’t allow herself to be soft, not if she wants respect. I bet you she doesn’t have a lot of close friends either. Kind of like us growing up. No one wanted to associate with the pack runts. With her though, she can’t show weakness.”

“But she could to her mates,” Frank said, his tone musing. “If the right man, or men, came along, who wouldn’t constantly challenge her for power, who were content to let her lead outside the bedroom…”

“Then behind closed doors, with mates she can trust, she could let loose.”

“Or so we hope,” Frank chuckled. “But how do we convince her?”

Heat spread through Simon’s cheeks before he managed to blurt the words. “We need to tempt her with our bodies.”

Frank snorted, then laughed. “That sounds so fucking stupid, but, I think you might have something. Once she met us, she didn’t even wait two minutes before dragging us off to have sex.”

“Think of how much worse the mating fever will be with two of us,” Simon added, unable to stop grinning at the absurdity of the situation. “I can’t even believe I’m saying it. I mean, I know we just met her and all, but I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Ditto. So how do we launch our plan?”

“Tonight, at the dinner. She’s sure to be there. When the dancing starts, we’ll make our move.”

“Together?”

Again a blush invaded him. “Yeah. If she’s meant to be both our mates, then we’d better get used to tag teaming.”

“It will be just like that time we did Kerry together in college. Remember how fucking awesome that was? Just remember to keep your man parts to yourself.”

“I’ll be too busy trying to stick it into her, idiot.”

“Dumbass.”

They looked at each other and laughed. Crazy, fucked up and possibly suicidal, Simon couldn’t deny his excitement at the thought of claiming Deena as his, forever.

Hopefully, she didn’t kill them for their temerity.