Leader of the Pack (8 page)

He lifted his head from her, waiting
until she finally met his gaze. She shivered under the light touch of his
finger over her tense clit. His touch maintained the fire, banked but ready to
roar at a moment’s notice.

“You should always be this sensual,
this responsive. Your body is made for
my
touch.”

Yo
shook her head in denial. She was not made
just
for
him. Okay, she was a passionate female. But any wolf could drive her crazy if
he applied even the slightest attention to the task. Her strong sex drive often
intimidated her lovers. Her last lover, Dale, couldn’t keep it up because she
scared the crap out of him.
Yo
knew she wanted too
much, needed too much, but
Per
was not the answer.

“
Yohana
,
you’re thinking of another male.”
Per’s
voice was a
dark, dangerous growl. The muscles of his face twisted with possessiveness. How
had he known she was thinking of Dale?

“What difference does it make?”

“Who?
Damn it, who?”
He rose over her,
surging upward until he pinned her to the bed. She was so
surprised,
she froze at the critical moment. He captured her wrists, pressing them to the
mattress at either side of her head.

“It’s none of your business.”

He took her mouth with his, an aggressive
kiss of ownership. No male had ever kissed her like this before. It excited her
and pissed her off. She fought his kiss, twisting her face away.

“I asked you a question,
älskling
. Who were you thinking of while my mouth
teased your pussy?”

She laughed, she couldn’t help it.
She’d been completely incapable of coherent thought when he was eating her. As
soon as she laughed, she could see it was precisely the wrong thing to do
because it drew a snarl from his lips.

With one smooth stroke, his thick cock
pierced her pussy, dragging a gasp from her. Her belly rolled as she arched
under the exquisite glide of his shaft into her tight cunt. He drove deep,
filling her with hard, fast thrusts.
Yohana
whimpered, wrapping her long legs around his waist, aiding her ability to rise
to his every lunge. He undulated, pelvis to pelvis, grinding against her clit
with each stroke. She was right on the edge of the most intense orgasm of her
life. God, it was good. She attempted to lift her hands to pull him closer, only
to realize her hands were still pressed to the bed.

“Let me touch you.” She lifted her
head, kissing his throat, nipping the underside of his chin. He leaned away
slightly.
Yohana
met his eyes to find him in complete
control. Sweat beaded his brow, but fire still burned in his olive eyes.

“Who?”

“What?” She frowned in confusion.
His question made absolutely no sense to her.

“Who were you thinking of,
Yohana
?”

She couldn’t believe this. The son
of a bitch was getting all dominating on her. “What…does…it…matter?” With each
word, she clenched her pussy on his cock.

Per closed his eyes as drops of
sweat slowly flowed along the tense muscles of his throat. His belly was
rock-hard, every abdominal muscle defined as he fought his inclination to fuck
her wildly. “It matters, damn you.” He looked back down into her eyes.

Yohana
mewled when he altered his angle, bottoming in her. She
lifted her pelvis. The head of his cock nudged her cervix as she yearned for
the release he was purposely denying her. She should have defied her father and
Mated
a Beta. She didn’t need this shit.

“A Beta never would have satisfied
you. You need my cock to fill you.”

Her eyes flew to his.
“How the hell?”

His eyes darkened. “How do you
think?”

Yohana
shook her head. No way in hell did
Per
hear her thoughts. No fucking way. He could
not
be her True Mate.

“Have it your own way. But I want an
answer. Who were you thinking of?”

“This is stupid.” Her belly was damp
with sweat as he maintained a continuous and repeated invasion of her slick
folds. The worst part was she moved with him. For his every thrust, she arched.
For his every lunge, she parried. It was a diabolical dance designed to drive
her out of her mind and it was succeeding.

“Who?”

“Dale. Dale
Blackwolf
,
my last boyfriend. Okay? Now, fuck me!”

He leaned over her. “Was he that
good? Are you in love with him?”

“He was that lousy, okay? He
couldn’t stay hard to save his life.”

“Well, I can.”

He stabbed deep, taking her mouth with
his. He gathered her in his arms, grasping her hips to control the angle and
intensity of penetration.
Yohana
clung to him,
scratching his back with her fingernails, entangling her legs with his as they
rode out the storm together.

Yohana
screamed as her inner muscles
spasmed
along his forceful cock. He ground his pelvis into her straining clit, adding
more sensation to the orgasm erupting in her body. The shaking overwhelmed her
until she couldn’t think, she could only feel. Per roared, setting his knees,
driving deeply one last time as he shot his cum deep into her clenched pussy.

Finally, he collapsed against her,
his face pressed against the rise of damp breast visible above her bra.
Yohana
panted, trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t
even put a name to what she’d just experienced. Her vaginal muscles were still
trembling around his semi-hard cock.

He lifted his head, a smile on his
lips. “Say it with me.
Helt
jävla
otroligt
.”

Yohana
bit her lip, fighting between laughter and anger. He raised
his brows, teasing her. The smile won out, so she repeated it.
“
Helt
jävla
otroligt
.”

“Very good.
It
was
fucking unbelievable, you know.”

“Yes.”
Yo
frowned. “Damn it, why did you get so freaked about Dale?”

“Don’t ever think of another male
while my cock fills you or my mouth is on you. Just
don’t
.”

“I’m not cut out for this.”

“What?”

“Mating an
Alpha.”

“Was this Dale a Beta?”
Yohana
nodded. “Well,
helloooo
.
What Beta can take a female in full Alpha mode?”

“It wasn’t that. He didn’t
want
me.”

Per laughed. “Bullshit.” He looked
down at her still-covered breasts. “Damn, how did I miss worshiping these?” He
opened the front-hook bra, pushing the fabric off her abundantly large breasts.
She hoped her tits stayed
on
her chest, rather than falling off to the
side. She tensed as she waited for
Per’s
reaction. He groaned, staring in rapt approval, licking his lips.

Her areolas were large, perfectly
round and a pale pink.
When she was aroused, as she was now,
her deep-pink nipples poked straight up.
Per ran his thumb along the
outer edge of the ring of her areola, sighing with pleasure as it wrinkled
under his touch. He plucked the tight peaks pointing at the ceiling, sending
arrows of desire straight to her already aching clit.

“So very
beautiful.”
He lifted his eyes to hers.
“
Du
är
sexig
.”

“Sexy?”

“
Ja
.
Damn.” His eyes were drawn back to her nipples like a compass needle to true
north. He palmed her left breast, taking her nipple between thumb and
forefinger to pluck and squeeze the tight tip. He tongued her other breast,
flicking as he reached the hard point. He sucked her nipple into her mouth,
biting gently. The sting of his teeth set her hips rocking against him. It
shouldn’t be happening, but his cock was hard again.

“How is it possible for you…?” She
left the rest unsaid.

Per shrugged, unconcerned, as he
continued to suckle her breast. He switched breasts, lapping at her left nipple
while teasing the right with his fingers. He slowly drove his hips forward…then
back, plowing into her body until she was countering his every move. He moaned
as she pressed his face to her breast in encouragement. This was the first male
she’d ever screwed who could keep up with her.

Per lifted his head, both hands
teasing her breasts while he stared into her eyes. “I’m the only male who will
ever be able to keep up with you. Get used to it.”

She opened her mouth to retort but
he squeezed her nipples while he thrust toward the front wall of her pussy.
Instead of responding intelligently she howled, overcome by a fierce orgasm
that shook her body like the big one hitting San Francisco. Per covered her
lips with his, swallowing her subsequent wails, teasing her chest with the hair
covering his. She clung to him as he took her. His hips
pistoned
between her spread thighs, driving her to peak after peak, until she lost track
of where one climax ended and the next one started.

Per growled, rolling onto his back
with her above him. “
Rid
mig
.”

She gasped in shock. “What?”

“
Ride me
,
Yohana
.”
He reached up to cup her hanging breasts, tugging on her tight nips.

She braced on his chest, arching her
spine as she rode. She threw back her head, lifting and falling on him,
clasping his cock tight in her pussy. Her juices flowed down, pooling at the
base of him. Per left one hand at play on her breasts. With the other, he
caught some of her moisture on his thumb, pressing on her taut clit. Her pussy
rippled as she came again.

Yo
looked down at him to find
Per
staring at her like a landowner surveying his newly acquired property—pride and
possession in every line of his face. She didn’t want to be owned, damn it. The
thought skittered away when he surged upward again.

She moaned as another climax drew a
gush of fluid from her and a chuckle of pleasure from Per. Her pussy muscles
took
Per’s
cock in a death
grip. He groaned, pulling her down to him and grabbing her ass. Per slammed
into her cunt, firing his semen deep.
Yo
clung to
him. He shuddered under her until they both collapsed, barely able to move in
the wake of their encounter. She couldn’t even lift her head from his shoulder,
she was so spent.

Yohana
lay against his damp skin, her head rising and falling with
his chest as he breathed like a bellows under her. My god, she wasn’t even in
heat. What would happen on Saturday? Would they survive it?

Per lifted his hand as if it weighed
a ton,
then
lightly stroked her hair. “Maybe not, but
what a way to go,” he murmured.

* * * * *

Yohana
woke with a jolt, gasping in fear. She lay on her side and
blinked her eyes, remembering her vivid dream of hanging on a cliff by the tips
of her fingers. She attempted to roll onto her back but instead nudged against
a large warm male body. He grumbled in his sleep and threw an arm over her,
snuggling against her back. She tried to scoot away and fell out of the bed.
She sat on the cold floor glaring at
Per
as he rolled
away from her side of the bed. Damn it—no wonder she’d dreamed she was hanging
on the edge of a cliff—she had been. It was a king-size bed, but he’d cuddled
her right out of it. Bed hog!

She glanced at the clock, groaning
when she read 5:00 a.m. She’d never get back to sleep now, but maybe it would
be best to sneak out without waking him.
Maybe?
Hell,
it
would
be. Last night had blown her mind and she was still a little
sore from the most incredible fuck of her life.
Or fucks.
After all, they’d done it more than once.

Yohana
stood and rubbed her butt then walked around the huge bed.
She snagged her clothes and slipped into the en suite bathroom, closing the
door. She looked for the lock but frowned when she didn’t find one. Who didn’t
have a lock on their bathroom door? She shrugged, shaking out her dress and
hanging it on the back of the door.

She looked around, pleasantly
surprised by the size of the space. A separate shower and huge soaking tub held
pride of place in the far corners of the room and the warm earth tones of the
stone tile on the floor and walls soothed her jangled nerves. She used the
toilet, found some towels then climbed into the shower. The hot water streamed
over her, relaxing her further.