Allromance.com, the publisher of my short story, Claiming Her Geeks, has expanded distribution for this title to Amazon as well as Barnes and Noble. Now everyone can enjoy this short novella of how a pair of unlikely werewolf geeks become the mates of a domineering alpha female.
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Genre: Paranormal/Werewolf/Multi Partner Romance
Length: 17,500 words (short story)
How does an alpha she-wolf, who can snap a man in half, learn to love and accept a pair of males who can only beat her in a game of chess?
Deena’s searched a long time for a man she can claim, but nobody has ever stirred her interest, until Simon and Frank. The moment she meets the nerdy friends, she wants to mark them as her own, but as alpha of her pack, she can’t settle for a pair of geeks as her mates even if in the bedroom they make her submit.
At first Deena terrifies them, but as Simon and Frank get to know her, they realize that beneath the tough exterior is a woman who wants a man–or two–to take control. When it comes to fistfights, they might not have the strength to prevail, but in a battle of the mind, and heart, they’ve got the smarts it takes to emerge victorious…to her screaming pleasure.
Trust fate and two men, to show this she-wolf that with a little bit of bondage, teasing and pleasure, she can claim the geeks who draw her, because after all, even a bitch can’t fight fate and her need for love.
As a wolf of no rank, unless intelligence suddenly counted, Simon didn’t know what to do when the she-wolf came stalking toward him, hungry intent clear in her gaze, which baffled him. Simon didn’t inspire strong feelings. Heck, he was lucky if he left an impression at all. And that’s how I like it. He left the games and politics of pack life to others, content to lose himself in studies.
Science and history aside, he couldn’t deny a morbid curiosity to know what such an alpha female would want from him. Hot, sweaty sex came to mind, although he wondered what kind of injuries he’d sustain between her obviously athletic thighs. But what a way to go. As quickly as the erotic thought hit, he dismissed it. Why would she bother with him when a lady of her looks could have her pick? A shame, because he couldn’t ever recall such a feeling of awareness toward one of the opposite sex.
What a magnificent specimen of womanhood she appeared. Tall, taller than him at any rate, she possessed a pair of wide hips—ideal for grasping—and full breasts—the perfect size to smother his face. Her blonde hair refused to stay in her ponytail and stray strands curled about her face, softening her features. She reminded him of an Amazonian goddess come to stomp all over him. An alpha female who seemed to want to speak to him, even if she seemed at a loss for words when she halted before him. Eyeing him up and down like a choice piece of steak, an urge to squirm came over him, and he fought to control himself, but he had less luck convincing his cock to stay dormant. It, along with his not-often-heard inner wolf, woke, the one engorging in his baggy slacks, the other watching through his eyes with rapt attention. It was all he could do not to let his tongue hang out.
“Who are you?” the female who stood a few inches taller than him asked. Or at least, that’s what he thought she said. He couldn’t be sure given how his senses all tingled at her closeness.
She crossed her arms, impatience clear in her stance as she waited for his answer. Simon, however, terrified he’d embarrass himself in front of her—probably by speaking in gibberish or slobbering on her feet before he swooned—took off running, the survival instinct kicking in.
It only occurred to him as he tried to slip through the many bodies crowding the room, that perhaps he’d not chosen the wisest course of action. I’ve watched enough documentaries to know that showing weakness only makes a predator more determined. A quick glance over his shoulder showed her moving after him with grim purpose, the crowd splitting before her to allow her ease of passage while he struggled.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Simon couldn’t stop the panic, the irrational fear that if he let her catch him, she’d chew him up and spit him out, changing his life forever. It didn’t help that his wolf agreed, but instead of running, it wanted to lie down on its back and give her its belly. Simon might not own the strength of some of the other males, but he still had some pride.
He kept squeezing himself through the crowd until he reached an exit door. Pushing on the bar, he left the auditorium and whirled to slam the door shut, but not before he caught a glimpse of her face, her lip curling in a smile of expectation that made him shake in fear, but at the same time made him harder than he’d ever imagined.
The portal clanged shut, and not seeing anything to block it, he sprinted down the sparsely populated hall. Behind him, he heard the buzz of the crowd as a door opened, then a hushed silence as it closed and those in the hall with him stopped speaking.
“Don’t make me chase you. You won’t escape,” she called, her rich voice rolling over him and leaving goosebumps behind.
With a heavy sigh, he turned to face her. Simon knew she spoke the truth. Besides, mayhap he panicked for nothing. Maybe she just wants to talk. And maybe I turn into a rabbit on the full moon, his mind snickered in reply. As she came striding down that hall, her long, jean-clad legs eating up the distance, he swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a close affinity to all the prey in the world.