Leader of the Pack

by Lynn Richards

  He growled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her mouth to him. “You damn well better finish what you started you little witch.”

  Slowly she willed her jaws to relax and took him, inch, by glorious inch. Jared’s hands fell away, both going behind him to grab the counter. He thrust his hips forward but allowed to her set the pace. Opening herself to him, she took him to the back of her throat and a little beyond. Again and again she bobbed her head up and down, her hands stroking the part left untouched by her mouth. To build the pleasure she would stop suddenly, releasing him completely to run her tongue over the mushroom head, only to take him as far as she could down her throat. Within minutes Jared’s hands were back, holding her still as he rammed himself down her throat in short squat thrusts. Sensing he was about to climax, Emily’s hand went to his sac once again, pressing down hard. Jared howled as he exploded down her throat.

  Before Emily could think of a graceful way to rise to her feet – and wipe the liquid from her lips – Jared reached down and pulled her to her feet, his hands gentle beneath her arms.

  “Thank you, baby.” He put her arms around his neck and bent to kiss her mouth.

  “No,” Emily protested turning her face around. “You can’t kiss me now.”

  “Oh, yes, I can,” he grinned. “I want to taste me inside you.” He thrust his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted himself and her. Always her.

  “And you’ll kiss me after I’ve licked every inch of you. And you’ll love it,” he said.

  He picked her up and headed for the loft. Once there, he tossed her to the middle of the bed. For several moments he just stood and stared down at her, remembering their passion of just a few hours before in the woods. He had taken her shamelessly, using her body and its natural responses to bind her to him. Just the memory of her wet, warm sheath surrounding him had him hard and ready again. She had been hot and tight. Warm and welcoming. Looking down at her he knew he couldn’t take her again. It was too soon. While Emily had not been a virgin, her body had revealed to him that she had not had many lovers. Maybe one or two, quiet some time ago. But just thinking about the men in Emily’s past had a red haze clouding his eyes.

  “Umm, Jared, is something wrong?”

  The sound of her voice, the small hint of fear brought him back to the present. Emily was his. Only his.

  “Nothing, baby. Nothing is wrong.”

  He pulled her to a sitting position and removed his t-shirt before she could protest. How she had managed to get her bra back together amazed him. He could have sworn he’d ripped it to pieces this morning in the forest. Two sharp tugs insured she wouldn’t be wearing it ever again. As the lace and satin fell away, he groaned. Her breasts were beautiful. Big and full and with the biggest aureoles he had ever seen. Her nipples stood out against the dark island, almost as big as the end of his thumb. And he’d had yet to even touch her, taste her. Something he intended to remedy immediately.

  He bent forward and took one of the tempting morsels in his mouth. He pulled and sucked until she arched to him.

  “Jared,” she gasped, clasping her hands around his head. As if she needed to hold him in place. Silly woman, he wasn’t going anywhere.

  He moved to the other breast and eased her to her back. His hands worked the snap and zipper of her jeans.

  He took his mouth from her flesh for just a split second. “Up.”

  He pushed the jeans out of his way. He could smell her arousal. Emily hated the fact that wolves could tell when a woman was aroused. He blessed the gift he’d been given. It was the most delicious smell on the face of the earth. The smell of desire, lust and love. Warm, earthy, spicy with the underlying goodness of woman – his woman.

  Placing her legs on his shoulder, he nuzzled the soft, downy skin of her inner thighs and nest of curls. He made a quick, thick swipe up through her outer lips and over her clitoris. She jumped involuntarily.

  “No, Jared,” she protested, trying to move away.

  He raised his head, looking at her over the span of her body – a body he was dying to fuck.

  “What did I tell in the kitchen, Emily?” When she didn’t answer and continued to try to move out of his hands, he bit her inner thigh, stopping short of drawing blood.

  “Mine, Emily. All mine.”

  “Jared, please,” she whispered. But she had stopped struggling.

  “Oh, I’m going to please you baby, make no mistake about that.”

  His rough, wet tongue stroked her slit, making her jump. “Easy, baby,” he murmured against her wet folds. Again he licked her. And again and again. Her legs jerked. He smoothed his hands up her thighs before removing them from his shoulders. He gently pushed them back, spreading her wider. He bent his head again seeking her taste, pushing his nose deeper into her dark, hidden secrets. A sweet, slightly metallic odor filled is nostrils. She was close to her cycle and she would menstruate right before the full moon. And afterwards her body would be ripe and ready for conceiving. He knew they would have lots of dark-haired, blue-eyed babies.

  The hot length of tongue probed her swollen depths, seeking all the places that had taken the burnt of his possession, soothing any lingering ache. No place was sacred, no place hidden from his ravaging tongue and mouth. He groaned as he licked the tender, puckered skin leading to her ass. He wanted to enjoy that pleasure with her as well someday. He knew she had seen his thoughts when she trembled.

  Emily’s hips lifted from the bed, following his touch. He knew he could stop now and take her as his body was demanding. The healing properties of his salvia had eased her discomfort. But he wanted to taste her as she came. Easing two fingers deep inside, he found the spot that made her quiver and stroked her silken depths relentlessly. He mouthed her bud, forcing her to climax at his command. Immediately he lapped up the sweet nectar, savoring the taste and smell of his woman in all her glory.

  Once her body stopped convulsing, he stopped sucking her clitoris. He kissed his way up her body, nipping at her belly button, stroking his tongue on the under curve of her breasts. He milked her nipples with his mouth. He finally rose above her, his flexed arms keeping his weight from her body.

  “Look at me, Emily,” he said.

  Her eyes opened, the bright blue of her eyes muted with satisfaction.

  “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” he grinned. He knew his incisors had descended. It had been hard to keep his beast from claiming her again. To sink his teeth in the soft flesh of her inner thigh. But he hoped she didn’t notice.

  “No,” she smiled. “That wasn’t so bad.” She placed her arms around his neck and pulled. “Kiss me.”

  “With pleasure.” Her mouth opened readily, accepting his tongue. He blended their tastes together. Thrusting his tongue against hers again and again. He rose to his knees, loving the way she moaned in protest when he ended the kiss. Taking her ankles, he spread her legs, his cock rested atop on her mons.

  “You are mine, Emily Smith. You are mine.” His eyes held the golden simmer she had come to love so much.

  He placed her feet beside her hips, the position forcing her buttocks off the bed and aligning their bodies perfectly. With one sure stroke, he plunged inside, going deeper and deeper and deeper still, stopping only when he touched the mouth of her womb. All she could feel was him, hard and thick, stretching her to the very limits. Her body trembled with the force of his evasion. She was helpless under his onslaught. Sweat poured from his face, dripping onto her breasts. He bent and licked the drops from her skin, making her whimper. His touch pushed her, driving her to find release. She rolled her head from side to side, a haunted expression on her face. Her hands clenched his forearms. “Jared,” she demanded. “Help me.”

  A wolfish grin curled his lips. Slowly he withdrew and she clenched her inner walls trying to prevent his escape. A sudden shift of his hips brought a deep throated groan from her lips. Savagely he took one breast, biting the nipple, suckling her flesh, all the while thrusting deep inside her. As the
first spasm gripped her, he found the bundle of nerves where they joined, pinching and squeezing. “Do it, baby,” he commanded, his hips moving faster and faster. “Drench me with your juices.”

  Emily gasped, her body shuddering as waves of fulfillment washed over her. She felt his answering release and her soul seemed to fly from her body and meet his somewhere between heaven and earth.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Oh, God,” Emily moaned. “I don’t think I can move.”

  “You move just fine, babe, believe me.”

  Both were on their backs. Jared had one arm over his eyes the other flung across Emily’s stomach as if to hold her in place.

  Little did he know she had no energy to move. Or any desire. Which was really strange considering she was butt naked and sprawled out in all her natural glory.

  All her jiggly, not so skinny natural glory.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned again. Where was the sheet, her clothes, something?

  Immediately, Jared shifted positions, turning on his side to face her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked his voice laced with concern. He brushed the hair from her face, kissing her closed eyelids, her nose, her lips.

  “No, I’m fine,” she hastened to assure him. She was more than fine in that respect. In fact, her insides still quivered from her climax. “I just, umm, do you have any cover?”

  “Damn, you’re cold.” He started to move from the bed then laid back down, twisting to his side so he could see her face. “Emily, look at me,” he ordered.

  Emily kept her eyes tightly shut. “I’d rather not right now.”

  “Emily.” She had never really understood the term ‘brooked no argument’ until she heard her name on his lips. There was no way she could disobey him.

  She took a deep breath before she opened her eyes and met the icy blue of his.

  Shit.

  He looked pissed.

  “Yes, Jared?” she said, a brow raised in inquiry. She had worked in a male driven profession her entire life, give or take a few years in college when she was a waitress at the local pizza joint. But even that was male driven if you thought about it.

  “Why do you want cover, Emily?” he reached out to trace a line from her collarbone to her navel.

  “Why do you think?” No way was she admitting she didn’t want him seeing her naked while not indulging in a little slap and tickle.

  “Oh, it could be because you’re cold I suppose. I do see some indication that you are.” He made a lazy circle around her already puckered aureole. “Are you cold, Emily?”

  “Yes,” she lied.

  “Because I’d hate to think that you wanted something to cover up this beautiful body.” He bent to kiss one puckered nipple. A pucker they both knew had nothing to do with the slight chill in the room. “Because I did warn you about that, didn’t I?”

  Emily closed her eyes, picturing in her mind’s eye what he was seeing. Breasts fallen slightly to the sides because of her good friend gravity. Her stomach flattened but was now thicker and her thighs wider.

  “Emily, Emily, Emily,” he chided as he leaned close to her ear. “What are you thinking? I bet those are thoughts you want to share with me, aren’t they?”

  She shook her head, unwilling to open her eyes.

  She squeaked as the she was pulled from the bed, her world upended when she found herself face down on his lap as he sat in the edge of the bed. He placed one arm around her waist to hold her in place and the used the other to caress her buttocks. She grabbed his legs for balance.

  “What are you doing?” she squealed.

  “I am showing my mate what happens when she disobeys me.”

  “Jared, let me up right now,” she demanded still trying to catch her breath.

  “I will. Eventually.” He slapped her ass.

  Emily yelped. He had done little more than swat her but her feminist side rose at the position she found herself in.

  The woman in her shivered at the position she found herself in.

  He slapped her again, this time hard enough to sting.

  “Jared, please stop.”

  He tightened his hold around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. His dick jammed against her side. His hard, swollen dick. “You are my mate, Emily. This body is mine, the same as my body is yours. Am I to your liking?”

  She tried to push herself into a sitting position. He growled. Huffing she stopped and snapped, “Of course I like your body, Jared, you’re a freaking Adonis. Now let me up!”

  Smack, smack, smack, smack. He delivered four hard blows. They made her skin burn. And. Well, they turned her on. She could feel her juices starting to flow again. What the hell was wrong with her? The man was spanking her for heaven’s sake.

  “You are beautiful, Emily. And you are mine. Now relax and enjoy, your punishment is over. This is purely for pleasure.” His hand came down again, alternating between her cheeks.

  Emily panted. The blows came closer and closer to her cunt and she wanted him to strike her there, anything to relieve the pressure building. She wanted to come so badly. “Jared,” she whispered.

  “I know, sweetheart, just a little bit more. Trust me.” He spanked her ten more times. On the tenth blow he jerked her legs apart and jammed three fingers inside her. Emily screamed as her orgasm slammed through her.

  Before the waves of pleasure had subsided, she was on her hands and knees on the floor his cock inside her. He forced her head down so he could penetrate her deeper. He grunted as he fucked her. She whimpered as his thrusts grew harder. She wanted to come again. No she needed to come again. But the pleasure eluded her, staying just out of reach. Jared hunched over her back and his thrusts grew faster. His mouth found the tender skin between her neck and shoulder and she knew he was going to bite her again. As his teeth sunk into her flesh she exploded and the world around her faded away.

  Once they had recovered, Jared insisted they take a shower, which led to him “soothing” her tender places again, which led to another round of loving. This time they took each other under the soft, warm spray of the water. Emily eyes filled with tears as he’d entered her. She closed them hoping he wouldn’t see. She didn’t want him to see the emotion she knew would be swirling in her eyes. Because she knew, deep in the place all women know, that she had found the man she would love for the rest of her life.

  After he left the loft, Emily dressed in the clothes he had given her. Another of his soft t-shirts, this one green, and a pair of black jogging pants. She looked around for her jeans but didn’t see them. Spying a lump of black material under the edge of the bed, she bent down to see what it was. It was her jeans alright, what were left of them. They had been shredded.

  Well, damn, she thought to herself, those had been her favorite jeans. But then she remembered how they had come to be in that condition and grinned. All women should lose a pair of their favorite jeans the exact same way.

  She looked at the bedside clock and realized it was well past two in the afternoon. The past hours seemed almost surreal but she knew they had happened.

  Rachel was missing

  Vampires existed.

  And she had slept with a werewolf.

  Get a grip girl. You did not sleep with a werewolf. You just slept with a man with some mighty fine beast like qualities.

  Suddenly images flashed through her mind and sensations rushed across her skin. Things she knew were not from her own mind but that of Jared’s. Images of a full bright moon, sensations of wind and rain on a pelt of dark, thick fur.

  She couldn’t go there. Not yet. Her first priority was Rachel. She pushed everything else from her thoughts and went downstairs.

  Jared had prepared chicken salad sandwiches and chips. She wanted to refuse the food, but one look at his face told her that might not be a good option. Instead she took her plate and drink and thanked him. He rewarded her with a long, deep kiss.

  While they ate they talked. She told him all she knew about Rachel and the story she had been
covering. They pulled up Emily’s email account and watched the video she’d received. He made copious notes as he concentrated on the images flashing on the screen. He played the clip several times before he was satisfied.

  “You’re not really with the FBI, are you?” She wrote down the list of addresses she had traced to the men Rachel had been investigating.

  “Yeah, I am,” he smiled. “Want to see my badge?” He shrugged his shoulders as if denying he was doing anything special. “It’s natural for me. I like to protect those weaker than me. And humans are weaker. Plus it gives the pack eyes and ears in the government.”

  He pulled on his coat, the sight of him in the long trench making her knees weak. He was just so God damn sexy. He took her in his arms and slanted his lips across hers. He sucked and nibbled but didn’t attempt to deepen it. Almost as if he was comforting her. “Maria and Shawn will help me check out these properties. There’s more food in the fridge and a television above the mantle. I would take you out tonight but there’s someone I need to see. I’ll fix us something to eat when I’m through.”

  “Someone who might know who took the women?” Emily let him talk hoping the anger and hurt did not show in her face. Or lord forbid, in her smell. How could he so casually dismiss her and her efforts to find Rachel? She gripped the edge of his coat as he kissed her once again before pulling away. He hadn’t answered her question, but then, she hadn’t expected that he would.

  “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said. His brow drew together. “Are you alright?”

  Emily drew in a shallow breath, willing her hurt away. “I’m fine. Did you say there was a television somewhere?”

  “The remote’s on the table.” He stopped by front door. “Are you sure everything’s okay, Emily?”

  “I’m sure,” she forced herself to smile. It was really sad when the person you knew you loved did not understand you. She wanted to help her friend. No she needed to help her friend. She had to believe he would come to understand her. That he would want to understand her.