Leader of the Pack (9 page)

“
Don’t do that,” he commanded between clenched teeth.

“
What?” Her eyes were bright and blue. “This?” She moved his hand to the waist of her jeans and shoved it inside. His fingers brushed the hair covering her mons. He refused to allow himself to touch the treasure that lay just below. She encircled his wrist with both of her small hands and tried to force him deeper. She was surprisingly strong, however she couldn’t make him move, not unless he wanted to. And God help him wanted to. He flexed his finger and flicked the hardened end of his claw over her clit until it budded. She moaned for more. He knew he could make her come in an instant, but he wanted more than that. He wanted it all.

He removed his hand and opened the door to lift her inside. Hurrying to the other side, he put the key in the ignition.

Before he could stop her, she found the zipper of his jeans and yanked it down. His arousal sprang free with a life of its own. A small pearly drop of seed glistened on the angry red head.

“
Damn it, woman,” he yelped as pubic hairs were torn out by the roots. “Are you trying to de-man me?” When he pushed him away she kept fighting him. Finally, he stopped, afraid he would hurt her. As soon as he quit resisting, he was in her mouth, the mushroom head engulfed by her gorgeous red lips. Lips he knew would be bruised the color of crimson by the pressure she exerted. She licked, she squeezed, she sucked. He debated the wisdom of coming. Allowing himself release now would take the edge of and give him more control to pleasure her later after she’d sobered up. But he would feel like a cad since she was three sheets to the wind. He should take her home, pour hot coffee down her throat and put her to bed.

The feel of her tongue on the slit of his cock drove all thoughts of chivalry from his system. His buttocks tightened as he felt the cum race out of his body. He held her head in place with the palm of his hand as he poured another kind of hot liquid down her throat.

CHAPTER NINE

Jared took Emily back to the cabin, the road home lit by the light of a three quarters moon. His SUV smelled of lust and desire. That, coupled with the changing moon, made his blood run hot. In a few short days the moon would rise, full and big. Just as his flesh was rising now. The beast was almost upon him. He needed to claim her. He need to claim her now. But first they needed to talk.

“
Emily.” She sat with her eyes closed, her head resting on the leather seat. “We need to talk.” He shut of the engine and waited for her open her eyes.

“
But I don’t want to talk, wolf-boy, I want to fuck.” She opened her eyes, staring straight at him with those incredible blue eyes. They were bright and clear, even though he still smelled alcohol in her blood.

“
There are things I need to tell you,” he tried again. Lord knew all he wanted to do was rip the clothes from her body and slam inside.

“
Those things can wait. Do you want me?” she asked.

“
More than my next breath.”

“
Then take me inside and love me, wolfie,” she grinned.

“
If you call me that one more time,” he growled. He was out of the car and slinging her over his shoulder before the laugher fully formed in her throat.

Jared kicked open his cabin door, unable and unwilling to waste time unlocking it. He slammed her up against the entryway. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to tease animals?” he muttered, his voice low and rough as his body thrust against hers.

“
Are you an animal?” Her eyes were half-closed as she looked up into his shadowed faced. She leaned forward, licking his lips until he opened for her touch. She delved inside, over the velvet smoothness of his tongue, the hard surface of his teeth, the roof of his mouth.

“
Emily,” her name was a strangled sound of need. “I’m yours, Emily. Your wolf.”

As she ended the kiss, she nipped the very top of his tongue.

Jared growled, his breath coming in fast, deep pants. The feel of her teeth cutting into his flesh taunted the wolf. He wanted to hunt. He wanted to mate. He was hard and heavy, aching with need but knew he couldn’t risk releasing the beast. His time was near and she wasn’t ready for a werewolf unleashed.

He pulled her legs around his waist.

“
Jared.”

He knew she was protesting because of her weight. When would the woman learn she was perfect? Perfect for him. Alone. Just the thought of her with another man threatened the tight control he was exerting over the wolf. The animal wanted to claim her. Show her what she meant to it. What she meant to both of them.

With one hand he tore the pretty little black top she had worn in two. Beneath it she wore a black sports bra. Even though it fastened in front, he didn’t take the time undo it. That too was ripped down the middle.

“
Jared.”

This time he knew she protested the rough treatment of her clothing. He grinned. He couldn’t wait to take her shopping, buying her soft satin and flimsy lace. Items he would great take pleasure in removing from her body. Ripping from her body.

His features sharpened with hunger. Her breasts hung heavy on her chest. Her nipples were hard puckered points, begging to be kissed. She was made for him. Every inch of her a gift from above.

Taking her deep into his mouth he suckled there as he imaged their children would one day. With his other hand he squeezed the twin, kneading and rolling until she cried out. He quickly reversed the positions of his mouth and hand feeding on her flesh. He was swollen and taunt between her thighs. Bucking upward he jammed their bodies together, the layer of clothes a useless barrier against his might. He’d never known a woman so responsive. He drew her even deeper in his mouth trying to posses the whole of her rose center.

“
I can smell how wet you are.” Trailing his fingers down her body he unfastened the snap of her black jeans. His hand curved around her mons, one long finger slipped inside. Spreading her juices with his thumb, he found the triangle of nerves at the base of her pelvic bone. And rubbed. And rubbed. Her hips lifted up, stretching the fabric of her jeans across the back of his hand, locking him in place.

“
Is this what you want, baby? Do you want to cum all over my hand?” He thrust two fingers inside while his thumb still worked its magic. His fingers flexed, spreading her open. He plunged deeper, his fingers raking the walls of her sex. He took one taunt nipple between his teeth and bite down. She came, flooding his hand with her juices.

“
You are so beautiful when you come,” he whispered. He pressed kisses along her jaw, nibbling as he went. “I want to feel that pussy clenched around my cock.”

“
Okay,” she smiled sleepily. “But I’m not sure I can walk up the stairs.”

“
No problem.” He quickly disentangled their limbs and hands and picked her up in his arms.

“
I like it when you carry me,” Emily said. Nibbling the strong tanned column of his throat.

Jared laughed and squeezed her tighter to his chest. “You are learning, Emily. You are learning.”

“
Does that mean I have to do something bad to be spanked again?”

Jared laid her on the bed and begin to strip away what remained of her clothing. “So you liked it?”

“
Maybe,” she grinned. Emily’s alcoholic stupor had burned away, allowing her to think. She watched as he undressed, mesmerized by his beauty. How had she gotten so lucky? Why did this man want her? But this time instead of doubting what fate had given her, she spread her repressed goddess wings to fly.

“
Wait, wait,” she protested as Jared reached for her as he climbed on the bed. Jared groaned but immediately stopped. He fell to his back beside her. His willingness to stop made her even more determined to go through with her plan. He could crush her with one hand and they both knew it.

She bit her lip and looked at the man sprawled beside her. The black pelt of hair curled invitingly along his hard muscled chest. His legs lay open and his semi-erect cock languished along the top of a tanned, hairy thigh. One arm was thrown over his eyes as if blocking her from his sight. She couldn’t really blame him.

They both knew she was more than slightly intoxicated. But between the taste of his cum in her mouth and the chill night air, she’d sobered up. Well, she’d sobered up somewhat. She was still just drunk enough to try something she’d always wanted to try. She’d never trusted a man enough to give her fantasy flight, until now.

“
Uh, Jared?” She sat up and leaned forward. The move bunched her breasts together, increasing her already sizeable cleavage.

Jared lifted his arm but quickly replaced it. She smiled, seeing the twitch of his cock. She pushed her arms together tighter and made her cleavage swell even more. “Jared.”

“
What?” he said. His voice was husky and she prayed it was from desire and not anger.

“
Can we,” she stopped and drew a deep breath. “Will you.” How did you ask a man to fuck you in the ass?

He rolled to his side and propped his jaw in the palm of his hand. He traced the line of her cleavage with one claw tipped finger. “Can we what, Emily?”

Even though they were completely alone, Emily whispered her request in his ear and saw his cock go from partially aroused to ready to burst in a split second. A long muscular arm pulled her beneath him, trapping her. There was no escaping him this time.

“
So, you think you’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished, do you?” His teeth nipped savagely at the tender flesh of her neck and she knew she’d have a mark in the morning.

“
I believe I did disobey you earlier,” she smiled stretching beneath him. She made no effort to hide her curves, no hint of embarrassed awareness on her face.

His face turned fierce. “You did disobey me, Emily. I told you not to go hunting on your own. I know you went to other houses before you met me at Val’s.”

“
Oh, yeah? Why do you think that?”

“
Because Shawn was there.”

“
That was not very nice of you Jared,” she said, “having me followed.” No hint of anger was in her voice making him pause.

“
Just how drunk are you? That doesn’t piss you off that I had someone following you?”

“
I’m just drunk enough,” she replied saucily, making him smile. A broad, wolfish grin that showed his perfect white teeth. His elongated, perfect white teeth. Emily shivered. She was about to fulfill her deepest, darkest fantasy with a wolf.

He leaned over and grabbed a tube of lubricant from the nightstand. “I have a feeling I should go out and buy stock in this company,” he said as he smoothed the clear liquid over his engorged cock.

“
Oh, I do plan on being a bad, bad girl,” she said watching as he grew harder and longer with each languid stroke.

“
Turn over on your side,” he commanded. When she’d complied he laid down behind her, pressing his cock against her ass.

Feeling the enormous length of him against her, she whispered his name. “Jared?”

“
Don’t be nervous,” he soothed. He cradled her head with one arm and fastened the other around her waist to prevent her from pulling away. He ground himself against her. The movement spread her checks apart.

“
Um, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she gasped.

“
It’s the best damn idea you’ve ever had.” He ground against her harder. He kissed her arm, her shoulder. He found the underside of her jaw and throat. “Imagine my tongue on you, preparing you,” he whispered. “Imagine my fingers, probing you, spreading you.” He pulled on rigid nipples, twisting them slightly. “Imagine my cock, driving deep inside you.”

Emily’s body shook uncontrollably. There was no need for him to project his thoughts to her, she was doing just fine on her own.

She wanted this. She needed this. “Jared,” she pleaded softly.

“
Not yet my sweet. Anticipation is the key. I want you to enjoy yourself. Let yourself go. I’ll take care of you. Let me build the suspense, let me see how much I can make you want me.” After several long pleasurable minutes of kissing her back, her neck and her throat, Jared placed a pillow by her side and curled her leg to her chest. The position arched her spine and pushed the swell of her hips upwards. The perfect angle.

Her body was now spread and open wide. Ready for him. His wolf lunged at the chains controlling him.

With a harsh command for her to stay still he spread lubricant over her puckered brown hole.

“
Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough. Lord only knew what he’d do if she said no. While this was not meant to be a punishment – and if she ever did anything like she did today, he would fuck her ass raw – his animal demanded this act of submissiveness. This act of possession. The fact that Emily had instigated it whipped the beast into a frenzy. A mating frenzy.

The tip of his index finger foraged between the cleft of her buttocks and he pushed the cooling lube into her tight bottom. At his intrusion she growled and bit his forearm, drawing a small drop of blood. He chuckled in delight. His mate was finally understanding the bond between them, demanding he see to her pleasure.