Dirty Daddies: 2020 Anniversary Anthology

by Maren Smith

  I knew my eyes changed color by the sharpening of my vision. Our mate stood naked before us in just sexy knee highs and the school-girl heels. Fuck, was she stunning.

  “We’ll never let another male see what's ours,” I croaked, possessiveness closing my throat. I set my hat on a table and peeled off my shirt. Advanced.

  I noticed she didn't agree, even bit her lip to keep the words in, which had my wolf howling.

  Gib picked it up, too. He continued to work her nipples, but he leaned down and put his mouth near her ear. “We'll provide for you now. You won't ever have to earn money that way again.”

  She lifted her chin and straightened her spine which made her breasts fill Gib’s palms. “Maybe I like dancing.”

  His eyes changed to amber. “No more stripping.” I didn't think he meant to, but he put alpha command in the words.

  Shelby's knees buckled, and even my body went weak with submission, and I froze in place.

  Before her knees hit the floor, Gibson swept her up into his arms and carried her to the no-nonsense futon. “I'm sorry, kitten. I do want you on your knees, but I want you there willingly. Tell us you won't fucking strip anymore, so we don’t have to go back there and burn the place down. Gouge out the eyes of every asshole who ever saw you.”

  Gibson settled with Shelby on his lap. He pulled her back, so she leaned against his chest, her knees straddling thighs, facing outward. He captured her wrists and pulled them behind his head, pushing her breasts up and out for me to savor. “Keep your hands here, sweet mate, or you'll get another spanking, understand?”

  He pinched her upturned nipple to show her exactly how hard it might be to follow his instructions.

  She gasped but didn’t move. Just looking at her sprawled across his lap was hot as hell. I undid the button on my jeans and slid down the zipper to give my dick some room.

  Gib nodded at me then widened his knees, which opened her up for me. I settled between her legs and cupped her silky thighs, holding her just where I wanted.

  Fuck. Her pussy was bare and pink and glistening. She had plump folds that didn’t hide her clit—it was right there, all hard and eager.

  I didn’t wait a second longer. I lowered my head and licked into her. She gasped and jerked in my hold as I said, “Answer your alpha.”

  “And call me Daddy when you do,” Gib added.

  My mouth and chin were coated, just from that one swipe of my tongue. Her juices ran like nectar. Gibson's alpha command had only made her wetter. Her eyes glowed amber, and her body was still slack with surrender. I wasn't sure she'd even understood me.

  Gibson pinched one of her nipples. “Kitten, I need your answer.”

  “Yes, alpha—da-daddy,” she stuttered.

  I wasn’t sure she even knew what she was agreeing to, but it would have to do for now. We could revisit her former profession later, after we taught her to trust us. I slid my hands under her ass to hold her still as I feasted on her pussy. “I want to hear you call me, Daddy, too.”

  “Yes, Daddy-two,” she teased, eyes crinkling with mischief.

  I gave her pussy a little spank. “Just Daddy unless you want to call me enforcer-daddy and face your punishment.”

  That made her sex drip with fresh nectar, and I lapped it up like a starved man.

  Nothing had ever tasted so good. Her tang drove me wild. I thrashed her with my tongue, sucked and nipped her outer lips, penetrated her. Then I lifted her hips higher to rim her while Gibson’s hand slid from her breast down the center of her body to work her clit.

  Her moans filled the small room. Her legs lifted and kicked around my ears. I raised my head to take a moment to see exactly what our touch did to her.

  Gib spanked her pussy with several short, light slaps, and I shifted to work my slick thumb in her ass. Since males from our pack claimed their mates together, a claiming ideally occurred when she took both at the same time. One of us would be in Shelby’s ass, the other in her pussy as we bit her. As we made her come until she screamed herself hoarse and passed out from the intensity of it. Mating two shifters was potent.

  “Oh fates! Oh-oh-oh!” she screamed. Writhed. Sweat bloomed across her silky skin.

  “This is what it’ll be like when we claim you. Me in your ass, Gib in your pussy.”

  To match words to action, Gib sank three fingers in her pussy as she came for us, beautiful in her abandon. She clenched hard around my thumb, surrendering to the pleasure and her mates. She collapsed like a rag doll against his chest, her arms still loosely dangling from his neck.

  “Good girl,” Gibson praised.

  I slipped my thumb from her, sat back on my heels and just stared. I’d probably do it for the rest of my life, amazed she was ours. She was so fucking responsive. We knew she’d be into ass play, into taking her completely… and together. It was in her DNA. Fate wouldn’t put us together otherwise. But the submissive babygirl thing? That was just icing on the cake. I fucking loved it when she called us her daddies.

  “Mmm.” She watched me with heavy lids. The color of her irises gradually changed back to their unusual shade of cinnamon. “Do you have condoms?” she asked as she licked her dry lips.

  Something stiffened under my ribs. Wolves didn’t get STDs, so her request for condoms meant she wasn’t willing to have our pups. But it came back to trust and acceptance. She wasn’t there yet, and I needed to remember that, no matter how sure we were that she was ours. Males were more certain of their mate’s scent than females. We knew she was ours, which meant it was our job to prove we were worthy of the job. To show her. And if that meant filling a condom instead of her pussy the first time we got inside her, so be it.

  Gib dug out his wallet from his pocket and held it up as a yes. Energy returning to her body, she turned to face him, unbuttoning his jeans as she knelt before him.

  I moved out of her way because… fuck, our mate wasn’t shy.

  Gib’s eyes flashed yellow as he practically flung his wallet at me to retrieve a condom. He groaned when she released his sizable erection. I found the condom and ripped it open, freeing my own manhood and wrapped up. Shelby offered me her ass as she lowered to her elbows between Gib’s legs and slid those pouty lips over his mushroom head.

  Fuck.

  “Fuck!” Gib cursed. His excitement and loss of control spurred my own, but I still remembered to ask for consent.

  “You want Daddy Ben to fuck you, kitten?”

  She wiggled her hips then popped off Gib long enough to look over her shoulder at me, tossing her hair. “Mmm hmm.”

  She wasn’t inhibited or tame. Not that I figured she was after that show up on stage at Hoedown. She was just sweet and submissive. Perfect. And ours.

  Gib grabbed her head and guided her back to his ready cock.

  “Your daddies are going to fuck you so hard, you’ll beg to be claimed, kitten,” I promised, dragging the head of my sheathed cock through her juices I could still taste on my tongue.

  She made a muffled sound of agreement, her mouth stuffed with Gib’s cock.

  “That’s right, babygirl, take me deep,” he encouraged, setting his hand on her neck.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I’d impaled her, all the way to the hilt. She choked a little on Gib’s cock before he braced her shoulders for me. I gripped her hips for added stability and eased back to slam in once more.

  Heaven.

  There was no other word to describe the rightness of being inside my mate. Hot, tight, wet. And she was taking both of us. She was right there with us.

  Our fucking mate. Fucking our mate.

  “Kitten,” I muttered. “You feel so good.” I forced myself to slow my breathing, to keep my strokes gentle, but I wanted to pound her into oblivion.

  She bobbed faster and with more enthusiasm over Gib, as if my pleasure transferred directly to her.

  He wound her hair up around his fist, using it to guide her head over his thick length. “Fuck, babygirl. You feel so good to me, too.�
�� His voice was pure gravel.

  Shelby’s pussy dripped with her pleasure. I bumped up my pace, letting my loins slap into her perfect ass. Every inhale brought more of her intoxicating scent. Every thrust drove me closer to the edge. I wanted to fuck her all night long, but my balls were already drawn up tight, blue from the need to release. I’d been waiting to get in her since I first caught her scent months ago.

  Shelby took hold of the base of Gib’s cock with both hands, twisting them opposite each other as she continued to suck hard, her cheeks hollowed out while he controlled her head, pushing her up and down over his cock.

  “Fuck!” he shouted. “Don’t claim her,” he reminded me just before I lost control, jackhammering our sweet mate with a fast, hard pounding. “I’m coming,” he warned Shelby, but she didn’t pop off.

  I watched as he came, his alpha pleasure suffusing all of us with delirium.

  I meant to wait for Shelby to swallow and finish him off, but I couldn’t. A shudder ran through me as lightning struck the base of my spine. My thighs tightened even more, and then, I roared, burying myself deep inside her and coming like my life depended on it.

  This was the most intense, most incredible orgasm I’d ever had. My need to claim was so strong, it was almost impossible to resist.

  “Don’t.” Gib’s command made me turn my head away, rear my torso back to keep my descended canines from sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder.

  Not marking her was harder than I’d imagined, but I got it under control, breathed until my vision returned, the entire time still moving inside her because she was coming now, too, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around my cock. Milking the last of my cum from my balls.

  “Thank you, beautiful,” Gib rumbled, stroking her hair when she popped off.

  She looked over her shoulder at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her hair a wild tangle from his fingers. “Thank you for your restraint, Daddy.”

  Her voice was pure honey, and it entered my ears like a second intoxicant. The first being her scent.

  I dragged in another breath and eased out of her. I was still hard. I doubted I’d go down anytime soon. Once wasn’t enough. No fucking way. It was a taste, an idea of how it could be between the three of us. “That was incredible.”

  Gib slid down in the futon and lifted her up and onto his lap. She went willingly, her thick mane of dark blonde hair falling in silky strands across his chest.

  I felt no jealousy over him holding her. Mating pairs from our lineage never did, or so I’d been promised. It was strange in a species so territorial and possessive of females that nature and fate combined to make this rare twist. Fate’s joke, perhaps.

  I took the time while he held her, to watch her settle, to take off her shoes and knee highs, then I went to the kitchen to ditch the condom and get a large glass of water for our mate. When I came back, I sat beside them. “I need to know at least five hundred things about you, kitten, before we fall asleep.”

  Chapter Six

  SHELBY

  “Who said anything about sleep?” I lifted my head and grinned at Ben, who handed me a glass of water.

  His eyes crinkled.

  I’d had sex before with a few shifters after full moon runs or during mating games, just to let off steam. It had felt good and wasn’t weird because we both had known the score. Unlike humans who bonded to partners emotionally instead of through their pheromones, friends with benefits worked flawlessly with shifters.

  But nothing—nothing—compared to what I’d just experienced. It wasn’t just the dual male action, and that was something I’d never even considered before. It was definitely because they were my mates. I swore, it was like my body sang the entire time they touched me. Vibrated at a different frequency. Exploded into smithereens and then came back in a totally new form during orgasm. It was insane. Intense. Powerful. Yet… simple.

  Shifters were used to being naked. Used to others seeing them naked. After shifting back after a run, everyone was bare. That was why it wasn’t hard for me to strip. I was used to taking my clothes off in front of others.

  Being stripped bare physically was one thing, but I had a feeling these two would see things I wasn’t ready to show. Or feel. Or share.

  The fact that they’d run with my little daddy reference had me feeling raw and tender. I liked it way too much. Every time I called one of them Daddy, I got wetter than a waterfall. The fact that they kept demanding it made me loose-jointed and swoony. Utterly submissive.

  In the span of two hours, I was changed. A completely different person. My life had veered course from one deep inhale to the next. Because of this, I feared I was very solidly in the camp of allowing my mates to claim me, come what would.

  Even now, as my very human reasoning returned, I couldn’t feel anything but the strongest affection for these two gorgeous daddies, and I knew nothing about them but their dick size. It was like the human concept of love didn’t even apply. Our bodies just produced the feeling when near our mates. And I liked it.

  “Oh, we’ll be happy to keep you up all night, babygirl,” Gibson rumbled, burying his fingers in my hair again. It felt good. Soothing. “But Ben’s right. We definitely need to learn some things about you, so we know how to keep you happy.”

  I studied him. His blond hair, the trimmed beard. The strong physique. He was completely dressed except for his pants open and his half-hard dick laying against his belly. He looked sated. Relaxed. As if his wolf wasn’t driving him in the moment, unlike earlier at the club.

  “You first,” I said. “Profession?”

  “I own a chain of feed stores. It provides work for many members of my pack.”

  “And you really are their alpha?” I’d felt the alpha power in his command earlier but didn’t know if he was just from an alpha line or had already inherited the position.

  He nodded.

  A younger alpha, like Rob, our pack’s leader. It probably meant he’d already experienced loss through a parent’s death. That explained why his eyes looked far more ancient than his face. That and the responsibility he faced every day for his pack members’ well-being and safety. Yet he was relaxed and calm with me. I’d made him this way. Sure, a blow job would short circuit any guy’s fuse, but I felt powerful in my own way, knowing I’d given him this peace.

  I looked to Ben. His dark hair was rumpled, his gaze steady and even. They were both calm and commanding, but Ben seemed more intense. “You’re on the shifter council?” I asked him although I was taking in his bare chest, the thickly-muscled physique.

  He shook his head. “I’m an enforcer. Of course, that’s a secret you can’t share with anyone. Your alpha and his brothers know because we met last fall.”

  I drew in a breath, sobered. Pack enforcers have the dangerous and soul-crushing job of carrying out the council’s justice, which often meant they served as executioners. “Thank you for your service,” I murmured, knowing he put his life on the line every day, so the rest of us could stay safe.

  Ben’s face softened into an affectionate smile. “You may like to play the bad girl, but you are as sweet as they come, aren’t you, beautiful?”

  I shook my head. “I’m not that sweet.” Except he was right. Being a bad girl was only a role I played. I wasn’t even that tough or strong. I held a prime female support role in the pack. I was the one who helped with pack cookouts and potlucks. Picked up the groceries and came early to set up. Stayed late to clean up. Ensured everyone was taken care of. Fed, nurtured. Satiated. It felt good to make others feel good.

  “Don’t lie to your daddies.” Ben brushed my cheek with his knuckles, breaking me from my thoughts. “Or you’re going to get spanked again.”

  My nipples puckered, and both males noticed, their nostrils flaring. I was wet still, my body eager for more, and with one sniff, they picked up on it.

  Those secrets I wanted to keep? They’d literally sniff them out.

  “I see lots of spankings in her futu
re, Ben,” Gibson observed, amusement playing on his face. It was a small turn of his lips, but like Rob, I had a feeling he didn’t smile all that much.

  My face grew warm, and I shifted my ass on the futon, twitching my thighs together to alleviate the renewed throb between them. I’d just come. Twice. It wasn’t enough.

  “Speaking of spankings, you still haven’t told us why you were stripping,” Ben added. “Does your alpha know?”

  I glanced away and wrapped my arms around my torso. “I told you—I like it.”

  “Stripping for horny strangers?” Gibson asked.

  I nodded. I didn’t want to admit my money problems to them. Pride was one reason. But something else held me back. I didn’t want to become reliant on these guys for money. Not after what I saw my mom go through. Turning my money worries over to them would make me completely vulnerable to future devastation. If they abandoned me like my dad did, then I’d have nothing. No skills, no job.

  “Liked it, past tense,” Gibson growled, a touch of alpha in his voice, which made me go weak.

  It also made my pussy clench. I didn’t have this reaction to Rob when he issued alpha orders. Nope. He and all the other guys in the pack were like brothers to me. My reaction was specific to this particular alpha. My mate. The one who I seemed to enjoy being the boss of me. My new daddy. One of two.

  Ben slid his hand up my thigh to cup my bare mons. “She gushes nectar every time you do that,” he observed to Gibson.

  Gibson growled, pleased. “Don’t worry, babygirl, we’ll give you another reward soon.” He squeezed one of my breasts and pinched my nipple. “After we learn all your secrets.”

  “But—”

  “Was that your only job?” Ben asked, cutting me off.

  I shook my head. “I’m a ski instructor in the winter and raft guide in the summer. And I have a juice stand I run at the local farmer’s markets and events.”

  Gibson smiled. “You like being outdoors. I can’t fucking wait to run with you.” He meant as wolves, of course. “What color?”