Leader of the Pack (18 page)

Do you know what you said?

Yes. I know. I love you,
Per
.

He blinked moisture from his eyes
and nodded. When he withdrew, she reluctantly let him go but she really didn’t
want to. She hadn’t expected this.
Any of it.
Love?
How could it happen so fast?
So
devastatingly.
Yet she loved him. If he walked away or she lost him, she
wouldn’t be able to go on. The ties of True Mates were wound between them.
Irrevocable.

Per bent low to catch her under her
arms and
lift
her to her feet. She could feel heat
rising in her body.
Her skin growing tight.
Nipples aching.
Clit pulsing. Yet this moment was important
and they both needed the tenderness. He held her close, pressing soft kisses to
her brow.
Her eyelids.
Her nose and
finally her lips.

“We are one now.”

She nodded in response, unable to
utter a sound as emotion tore through her.
Yo
wrapped
her arms around his torso, her fingers finding the long strands of his hair
that hung down his back.
Soft and silky.
His mouth returned
to hers and she opened for him.
Allowing him to lead.
To protect.
To love.

He loosened the many hooks running
down the back of her bustier as their mouths came together while he kicked off
his shoes. She pushed his pants off his hips so they fell to the floor between
them as he tugged her bustier off, tossing it away.
Yo
trailed her hands over his warm skin, caressing his shoulders and down his
back. Then she reached up to release his hair from the ponytail he wore. He
lifted his head and shook it out. Her fingers stabbed into the now-loose
strands and she held his head in place to plunder his mouth.

His hand came up to cup her breast,
his thumb circling the tip, and she moaned, grasping him tight. He gathered her
up and lifted her into his arms as he had when he carried her into the
honeymoon suite, but this time he took her to the bedroom.
To
complete their bonding.

Per allowed
Yohana
to pull the blankets back, then he set her into the middle of the bed. He
pulled off his shorts and socks, climbing in to join her. She surveyed the
length of him, possession in her eyes. He liked it. Loved the way her gaze told
him she owned every inch of him. For the first time in his entire life, being
owned didn’t scare the shit out of him. It pleased him.
Fulfilled
him.
Aroused him.

He leaned over her, one hand on the
bed, and he took a deep breath. The strong scent of her heat cycle already had
his cock rising hard and ready again. She reached for him, her touch running
along his neck, down his chest, along his abs, until finally she grasped his
cock again.

“Ready for
more?”
She teased, stroking him.

“You smell good,
älskling
.
Turns me on.”

She leaned in and buried her nose
against his underarm, scenting him. “You smell good too.
A
sexy combination of wolf and man that’s uniquely you.”

Yo
lifted her face and he studied her.
Memorized
her features.
Such a strong face.
Not pretty,
but beautiful in a classic way. Like a goddess.

“I’m not a goddess.” Color bloomed
in her cheeks and he chuckled.

“You are to me.”

He swooped down and kissed her,
wrapping her in his arms. Her legs opened to welcome him and with no effort and
much pleasure he slid inside her.
Seating deep.
Entering the place he was meant to be.
A place that would
forevermore be home.

She was wet.
Tight.
Hot. Her pussy clasped him, dragging a groan from him as she trapped him with
her firm thighs. He knew there was no escape, not until she allowed him to
leave. And she’d never let him leave, but he didn’t mind.

He dropped seeking kisses along her
jaw, her neck, down to her breasts. He took a tight nipple into his mouth,
biting to the edge of pleasure and pain, his hips pulling away before he
plunged back inside. He released that nipple and turned to the other while he
grasped her hips firmly, pinning her to the bed as he withdrew and dove back
into her wetness. She nipped his throat, drawing blood. He felt a wet drop
there and smelled the tang of metal.
Yohana
licked
the bite then bit his collarbone.
Just a little deeper than
the first bite.
Again he ignored it and continued to fuck her. She rose
to him.
Gasping under him.
Open and
willing.

She licked that wound closed. His
hips curled forward, driving hard, and she whimpered under him. Her skin
reddened in a rush and heat rolled off her in waves. She could have melted the
carved ice swan that had been in the ballroom just by touching it.

He drove them both harder while she
continued marking him.
Biting his arm.
His neck.
His shoulder.
Carefully
closing each wound after licking blood and sweat from his skin. The pain
increased his arousal until he was bucking against her, mewling like an untried
pup getting laid for the first time. But the way she controlled his pleasure
and fed it until he was almost mindless drove him to give her more. He was an alpha
male wolf, but somehow she was controlling the way he mounted her.

He threw back his head and pounded
deeper. Her breath hitched and she cried out, her body shuddering beneath him.
Open to whatever he could do. Her nails dug into his back and he came, but his
cock stayed hard. Typical when mounting a bitch in heat, yet he felt completely
out of control. Unable to do anything more than give himself to his female.

She shrieked, driving up to his
plunge, and her pussy clasped him as she came again. Over and over they went
over the cliff. Each time took them higher.
The fall longer.
The excitement more intense.
He didn’t know what she
was waiting for, but finally she did it. What he’d wanted. She howled and
arched upward, fastening on his
pec
, and bit deep.
She savaged the muscle, shaking her head as she came. At the peak of the pain,
he came again and so did she. He collapsed against her, buried deep inside her
perfect, slick sheath.

His breathing came in harsh pants
and he stroked her hair until she released him. Per looked down to find her
mouth red with his blood and her eyes dilated. She blinked and stared at his
chest, coming back to herself. Her gaze focused on the wound she’d made and a
look of horror crossed her face. She lifted her hand to touch him, but stopped.

“My God, what have I done to you?”
she whispered.

Per chuckled. “You staked your
claim.”

“I hurt you.” She shook her head.
“You should go to the emergency room.”

“Just lick the wound,
älskling
.”

“But…”

“Do it.” He groaned when her tongue
traced the wound and he thrust into her pussy again. She stopped and he
growled, “What are you stopping for?”

“I hurt you again.”

He chuckled. “That was a groan of
sheer desire, not pain.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?”

He paused and considered. It ached,
but it wasn’t a sharp pain. “Not badly. Just lick it. Our saliva helps to heal
mating wounds.”

Again she licked. He fought against
making a sound, but he couldn’t keep his hips from bucking. It was like a dog
rubbed in just the right spot so that his leg would start to scratch. But in
this case his hips jerked, muscles
spasming
to force
him inside her.

She moaned as she licked, aroused by
his insistent prodding. Her mouth slowed and she studied the bite she’d given
him.

“It’s almost healed.”

“You sound surprised. Haven’t you
ever bitten someone before?”

“You mean during mating or any
time?”

“Any time.”

“No, why would I?”

“Even as a pup?”

“My father frowned on misbehavior
and he held me to a high standard. It wasn’t appropriate to use my position as
pack heir to bully others.”

“Bully?”

“Use biting to keep them in line.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “My
sire used every method available to him. Most pack leaders do.” He kissed her
forehead. “Anyway, the marking is a True Mate thing. So didn’t your parents
have bite marks?”

“They were Chosen Mates.”

“Ah. That explains a lot.”

Her brow crinkled.
“How?”

“Heat between Chosen Mates is sexy
and wonderful. But with True Mates, it’s…primal.
Violent.
Passionate.”
He shook his head, unable to describe
what he’d witnessed in the past.

“You haven’t had a True Mate before,
have you?”

Per paused and stared into her
confused eyes. “What the hell was the matter with your sire? A pack heir
shouldn’t be kept ignorant of this part of our heritage.”

“Father didn’t want me to expect the
fantasy. He made a pack alliance mating, though he came to love my mother
dearly. He expected the same for me.”

Per gathered her closer,
appreciating the lull before her heat cycle maddened her again. “Well, that’s
out of the question now.”

She smiled, reaching up to run her
hand along his cheek. “That much I know. I’ll never let you go.”

“Ditto.”

He captured her mouth in a deep kiss
as her laugh escaped. He wanted to stay buried in her all night, gentle and
loving, but he could feel her skin beginning to warm again.
Fever
taking her.
She shuddered, thrusting her hips.
Clutching
his shoulders.
Grasping his hair.

“Take me, Per. Hard.” Her wide eyes,
filled with need, shattered his control and he gave in to her need, closing his
eyes.

He thrust hard and
Yohana
gasped, feeling waves of pleasure move over and
through her. She met his downward plunge.
Rising to take him.
Her nipples tightened, twisting into aching points. She grabbed his shoulders,
dragging his head down to hers so she could kiss him.

Her tongue twined with his while he
pounded his cock deep.
Driving her toward another orgasm.
Driving them both.
At the peak, the pleasure hit the
point of pain and she screamed, arching under him. She needed more. As if she’d
spoken aloud, he pulled out and flipped her to her belly, lifting her hips to
place her at the right angle. He entered her, but not as deep as she wanted.
Instead, he used shallow, angled thrusts to bring her to another climax.
Then another.
Sweat slicked her skin while her clit
throbbed. She reached down to stroke herself. Another release shook her.

“Deeper, Per.
I want you to slam so
deep,
I’ll
never be able to get you out of me.” He grunted an acknowledgement, but
continued to fuck her with light thrusts. “Damn it, don’t be so half-assed!”

She reached back to try to grab him,
but he caught her hand and she felt a slap against her ass.
Yohana
froze and looked over her shoulder. She reached back again and he brushed her
hand away then laid a stinging smack against her buttock.

“You fucker.
You hit me!”

“And I’ll spank you again if you
don’t obey me.”

“Now you listen to me…”

He ignored her, grasped both wrists
and pulled them behind her to the small of her back. He caught them in one hand
and with the other he pushed her face into the bed and covered her body.
Keeping her in control.
Under
his
control.
She was outraged and aroused. She wanted to kill him nearly as
much as she wanted to submit, but he didn’t give her a choice. He kept up a
steady hammering into her pussy at a low angle designed to make her come. And
come. And come. And she did.

She clenched on him as he withdrew
and tried to lift her hips to take him in deeper. But each time she attempted
to change position, he gave her a smart whack on her ass. The spanking added to
her heat and her excitement, until she was moving just to get that slap on her
ass.

Her clit pulsed and her pussy
constricted, but he didn’t let up. He drove her to more intensity.
More stimulation.
Making her scream
incoherently.
Commanding.
Begging.
Pleading.
Finally mewling wordlessly for him to
penetrate deep and hit bottom.
Connecting them in the age
old-way of mating wolves.

She opened to him.
Relaxed into him.
Finally submitting and letting him have
his way and take her as he wished.
Yohana
couldn’t
fight him anymore.
Didn’t want to.