Leader of the Pack (5 page)

“
And how do you suggest I do that?”

“
I don’t know. Kiss him, hell give him a blow job. He’s about to kill Shawn.” The man was struggling to take a breath even though Jared’s grip had lessened.

Emily started to put her body between the two men but Jared snapped his teeth. Instead she pressed her body against his back. Her nipples immediately hardened from the contact. She felt herself becoming wet.

“
That’s it, show him how much you want him.”

“
Shit, you can smell me?” Emily didn’t know how much more embarrassment she could take.

“
Yes and he can, too.” She finally managed to loosen two fingers, allowing Shawn to draw a much needed breath.

“
Jared,” Emily stood on tiptoes but was barely able to skim her lips across the lope of his ear. It felt as if he had grown in stature. “Jared, please let him go. I need you.” Her free hand slide down the front of his pants, finding his penis. His engorged penis.

“
Oh, my,” she breathed.

Maria finally managed to get Shawn free. He fell to the floor, gasping for breath. Jared placed his hands on the counter, pushing against Emily’s hand.

Emily shuddered and laid her head between Jared’s shoulder blades. She couldn’t stop herself from stroking his hard length.

Maria pulled Shawn to his feet, grinning when she caught Emily’s eye. “Well, we’ll just be leaving,” she said.

“
No wait,” Emily implored. “What am I suppose to do?”

“
I vote for the blow job,” Shawn said, his voice a hoarse rasp from the damage Jared had done to his vocal cords.

“
Do what comes naturally, Emily,” Maria advised after giving Shawn a not so gentle slap across the back of his head. “We’ll call Jared later.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Emily didn’t know what to. Nothing about the sex she’d had with Jared had been normal. Natural yes, but not normal. Who would have dreamt that a man such as Jared would find someone such as Emily Smith attractive? Much less want to have wild, abandoned sex with her?

“
I can feel your doubts. What did I tell you?” Jared’s voice was barely audible. Barely human.

“
About what? You’ve given me so many orders since I met you, I’m a little confused.” She gave a sharp jerk on his cock. No matter how damn sexy Jared happened to be she was not going to get herself into another situation like her last relationship, or worse. No siree. Despite her constant self-doubts, she had managed to have a relationship or two. The boy in college she’d lost her virginity to and a math teacher in the small town where she worked who turned out to be a lazy, good-for-nothing bum with male chauvinist pig tendencies thrown in to boot.

“
It is not a good idea to think of other men,” he snarled.

She jerked him again. Instead of making him angry as she’d hoped, the rough handling caused him to swell in her hand. She couldn’t resist tightening her grip as she stroked.

“
You are my-” he growled as she tugged even harder. “Shit Emily, what are you doing?”

“
Calming the savage beast?” Her movements grew faster.

“
Enough.” He turned around but didn’t remove her hand from his dick. Emily continued to pump him.

“
Is it really? I was just thinking about Shawn’s suggestion.”

Dropping to her knees, a wicked grin curved her lips. She wanted to make him come with her mouth. She threw her hair behind her shoulder in a classic move straight out of a porn movie. The rasp of his zipper filed the air.

Emily gasped at his size as he sprung free. Yes, they’d had sex, and yes, she’d felt him deep inside her. But somehow this was different. One hand could not span his width.

“
You don’t have to do this, Emily,” Jared said, his hand stroking her hair. “I am fine now.”

His words ended in a gasp of pure torment as she lowered her mouth to him. Her lips barely fit over the round, ridged head. Pulling back, she ran her tongue down his length again, savoring the musky scent at the nest of curls surrounding his cock. She licked the sides with her small, pink tongue, thoroughly wetting the surface

She reached inside his jeans and removed his balls. Using her thumb and index finger she squeezed between the two rocks, making him jump.

“
Where the hell did you learn that?” he growled. A drop of pre-cum coated his reddened head. She licked it away. She didn’t answer him, instead she did again. Jared bucked his hips and squirted again.

She sat back on her heels, looking at his glistening flesh. Wrapping both hands around him, she gripped him hard, pumping up and down until a steady stream of pre-cum poured from the slit.

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.”