Leader of the Pack (12 page)

He bent his knees and thrust his cock inside her, groaning as her sex clamped around him, hot and tight and wet. He felt huge, thick and powerful, knowing he had complete control of her. The beast and man warred over possession of their mate. The beast momentarily won and he grew even bigger inside her canal, his thrusts coming harder and going deeper.

But he still wasn’t as deep as he wanted to go. Only two thirds of his cock was inside. A moment of sanity returned when he realized his beast wanted him take that one final plunge without regard for the pain she would surely suffer. He started to pull back out but her arms collapsed and her shoulders hit the sofa’s cushions. Her bottom rose and he felt her body give in to his demands. His eyes glowed golden amber as he slammed his full length inside her. The sheer strength of his thrust lifted her off the ground until her toes barely touched the carpet beneath their feet.

His claws pierced the skin of her hips as he possessed her. He lunged forward again and again, ramming each solid inch inside her. The walls of her tight pussy scrapped the skin of his cock and he knew they’d both be raw by morning. She made those little meows of pleasure and pain and he knew he couldn’t stop – the crest was upon him. Over and over he slammed inside her until he lost track of the strokes, the time, his very existence. This was a true werewolf mating.

Submission and domination.

Pain and pleasure.

Sweat poured from his body but still he held her. His cock went deeper and deeper with each thrust. He felt himself growing again. His back, his arms, his legs. Oh, God, his dick. It swelled to ungodly proportions. He touched the edge of her womb and whimpered in pleasure. With a white hot volcanic flash, he burst open and emptied his seed into her pliant body.

Jared came back to himself sloped across Emily’s bare back, his cock still inside her. He knew he had hurt her, had heard her soft whimpers of pain at the end. He had been unable to stop, too lost in the pure unadulterated pleasure of seeking his own release. But then he had never mated before. Truly mated. He had always been in control and never allowed the beast to surface. He had never taken anyone, werewolf or woman, beneath a full moon.

He withdrew from her body, still aroused. A state he feared he would be in for the next several days until the moon crested. The fuck hadn’t even taken the edge off.

His cum ran out of her body and drenched both of them. Unable to stop himself, he turned her over, supporting her with his arms and thrust inside her again. After several strokes, he gathered her up and carried her to their bed. He fucked her with each step he took. He felt her shiver. He could feel her burning everywhere they touched. The swaying of her breasts tempted him but there wasn’t time now. He had to have her again. He promised himself he’d taste her succulent flesh later.

As he placed her on the bed, she scrambled free. “Not so fast, wolfie. You’re not the only one calling the shot with this mating.” Her blue eyes glittered and there was a hint of revenge in the piercing depths. His liquid still warmed her insides and her cunt felt swollen and raw. The coupling had been too fast, too furious for her to find relief. It had merely built a fire that now licked at her, scorching her with its flame. She wrapped her hands around her cock, squeezing tightly. He did that groaning, growly thing. Lord, how she loved it when he growled at her. She milked him, their juices making him slick. Her hands glided over his flesh like silk. She rose to her knees and took him in her mouth, groaning at the taste. The taste of them together.

“
Emily.” He grunted her name as his fingers tangled in her hair. He thrust forward, making her take more. She willing obliged and opened herself to him, taking as much as she could. She breathed his scent, finally understanding his fascination with smell. He was earthy, primitive. He was the essence of life. It caused her juices to flow, wetting her thighs even more.

Her hands parted the cheeks of his sleek derriere and she scrapped a nail along the crack until she found the brown orifice. Exerting pressure, buried her finger up to the first knuckle. Removing her mouth from his cock, she glanced at him through lowered lashes.

“
Maria said I needed to take the edge off,” she murmured, licking his swollen head like an ice-cream cone.

“
Do it, damn you. Just do it.” He flung her words back at her as lust rode the beast. Emily growled and took him down her throat with one quick swallow. The muscles of her throat massaged the head of his cock as her finger pushed deeper, finding the small swollen gland inside his body. As he fucked her mouth, she pressed hard, adding another finger and then a third.

Jared cursed as she wrung the come from his body. His legs refused to support his massive weight and he fell to the bed, taking her with him.

After a moment he spoke. “Well, that certainly took the edge off.” Man and beast both satisfied. For the moment.

Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her fragrance. She smelled of flowers, sunlight and earth. She smelt very ripe for the taking. His cock twitched.

“
Are you sniffing me again?” She gave the hair on his chest a playful yank.

Jared barred his beautiful white teeth.

“
My what big teeth you have,” she laughed as her lashes fluttered playfully.

“
The better to eat you with my dear,” he said, and proceeded to show her.

His mouth moved down her body, nipping, suckling and licking. Her breasts, her belly, the soft undersides of her arms. Nothing was safe from his forging tongue and canines.

“
Oh, my.” He heard her sigh as he found her center. He lapped the juices from her body and savored the rich, earthy taste of their loving. She was red and swollen from the pounding she’d received and he took his time, healing her with his touch. Within minutes the flesh turned pink and glistened from his saliva. He still continued to lick her slit, pressing inside, filling her as never before. During the change his tongue grew bigger, thicker, rougher. Soon she convulsed around him.

He didn’t give her time to recover. He lay on his back and positioned her over his lap. He pulled her legs to his chest and forced her to sit down hard. She took his cock in one long, swift stroke. Bending his knees behind her, he showed her where to place her hands so she could ride him, talking him deeper than ever before. His hands fastened on her breasts as they swayed before him. He pinched the nipples hard, again and again, causing them to swell and her to moan in pleasure. He leaned up to taste them.

He run his hands over back, her waist, legs. Not once did she murmur a complaint. He grinned. His woman had finally realized how much he loved her, how much he desire her. One hand went between her legs, building the tension there. Jared slid his long, rough tongue across her neck, firmly biting the soft, silky skin. Her sex clamped around him, hot, tight and wet. He smiled smugly as he felt her straining to accept him. She had wanted the beast, now she had him.

Sensing she neared her pinnacle, he whispered in her ear. “Make me yours, Emily.”

She gasped at his words and he knew she understood what he was asking. She placed her hands on his shoulders and ground herself against him. He felt the rising tide, just a few more strokes. Yes, there it was. As waves of pleasure crested over him, he felt her go rigid, signaling her own release. She clenched her pussy and rode his straining cock. As his seed spilled inside, she leaned forward, her white teeth gleaming in the dark. Bending down, her hair falling like waves of darkness around them, she took the last step to bind them together. Biting the hair roughened skin of his chest above his right nipple she claimed him as her mate.

This time the pack’s voices joined their leader’s as his howl echoed through the night.

Look for V
al and Rachel’s story coming soon in 2012.

Excerpt from Bite Me by Lynn Richards

She really was going to have to do something about him, Rachel thought wearily.

Taking a long wooden stake from inside her black leather trench coat, she plunged it into the heart of the unconscious vampire sprawled at her feet. She watched with morbid fascination as his body turned to ash and the wind carried away the dusty residue. It seemed as if the Hollywood horror movies had gotten something right after all. But then they probably hired a vamp as a consultant.

Dear God, she thought, when was it going to end? It had been four long months since her life had been turned upside down, sideways and inside out.

And all because of a man.

Not the vamp she had just sent to his own personal hell.

And not the man lurking in the shadows.

But a man, vampire, who had wanted to use her as his own pretty play thing and personal snack machine. She’d been on the verge of falling for the mysterious stranger like a ton of bricks. One minute she was interviewing him for a story and the next she was dating him, thinking she’d found Mr. Right at last and ready to consummate the relationship with a big bang, so to speak. Thank God, and the forces that be, she’d seen his true character before she’d invited him into her bed. ‘They’ – those forces in the universe that were suppose to protect the weak and innocent – hadn’t save her, or six other women from being kidnapped and held for days in dark, damp basements. Helpless and frightened out of their minds. Beaten and drained of blood, over and over again.

From the corner of her eye she saw her shadow move. For some odd reason she could sense this man’s every move. It was as if she were connected to him in some odd way. But he was a day late and a dollar short. If those powers thought to send someone to her now, they were wrong to do so. She was not longer weak. And she certainly wasn’t innocent.

Sighing, she turned to confront her nemesis and would be lover.

“
When are you going to stop following me?” she asked, walking to the stand of oak trees where he waited.

“
When you stop believing you can take on the world and win.”