Leader of the Pack (5 page)

Oh, help.
Per
Goldwolf
was the hottest male
wolf she’d ever met.
Yohana
licked her lips,
realizing only when his eyes followed her tongue she’d made a critical error.
His low growl only emphasized it.
Yo
tried to control
her breathing, but had little luck.

“Maybe I should wrap this for you to
take out?”
Yohana
jumped and looked up into Stefano’s
amused dark eyes.

Yohana’s
eyes were drawn to
Per
when he
growled. His teeth had elongated to fangs and the fingers of his hands were
white on the arms of his chair. He was barely holding his territorial claim on
her under control. He was ready to challenge Stefano if
Stef
made one odd move.

“I think that would be a very good
idea, Stefano.”

“No wonder Marcello refused to come
out of the kitchen.”
Stef
laughed as he picked up the
plate of cannoli. “I’ll box these and bring your check.”

“Thank you, Stefano.”

Yo
turned to scowl at Per. “You—”

“Don’t.” he shook his head sharply.
“I’m not exactly rational right now,
Yohana
, so don’t
push me. Are you sure you aren’t in heat?”

“I’m very regular and I’m not due
until Saturday.”

“Well, for whatever reason, I’m as
tense as if you’re in heat right now.”

“Tense?”
Yo’s
eyes dropped to his lap. She couldn’t see if he was
that
tense because
the table was in the way.

“Yes, tense.” He leaned forward, his
eyes spearing hers. “My cock’s as hard as a steel rod right now.”

“Oh.” She took a shaky breath. It
took all her self-control not to slide under the table to investigate. Maybe
she
was
in heat because she couldn’t remember ever feeling a fire like
the one raging between her legs right now.

Stefano set the box of cannoli in
front of her and the check exactly in the middle of the table. “I’m guessing
one of you will be leaving a car in the parking lot. Am I correct?”

“Yes.
Yohana
will leave her car here,” Per growled, pulling out his wallet and grabbing the
check.

“Per—” He shook his head in warning
and she subsided.

“I’ll get this one.” Per handed
Stef
his credit card.

“I’ll be right back.”
Stef
walked quickly away. He must have had a strong sense
of preservation.

“Per, we agreed to split the check…”
Yohana
frowned at him.

“
Yohana
,
I’m holding on by a thread right now. If you don’t want to be spread like
dinner on our table, you’ll just let it go this time.”

“
This
time.”

“Very wise.”

Yohana
couldn’t decide if his attitude pissed her off or turned
her on.
Both.
She couldn’t remember ever having a male
this hot for her. His need for her had her pussy throbbing and wet. Not only
was his desire sexy, but it was equally exciting to be challenged by a male who
might be able to dominate her in a fight or between the sheets.

Stef
brought the credit card receipt to
Per
to sign, then Per put away his card.
Stef
grabbed the
receipt quickly, walking away without turning back.

“
Yohana
,
why don’t you get the
cannolis
? I’d probably crush
them if I put my hands on them. We can eat them later.”
Later,
as in
after
rolling around the sheets for a few hours.
She was in
favor of that one.

Yohana
picked up dessert, licking her lips as she stared into his
eyes.
Per’s
pupils dilated and he stood, nearly knocking
his chair to the ground in his haste. His crotch was at eye level when she saw
the size of the erection tenting his suit pants. She almost swallowed her
tongue because he wasn’t kidding when he described it as a steel rod.

“Per…” she croaked.

“Stand up,
Yohana
.”
She stood, unable to take her eyes off him. She clenched her free hand to keep
from reaching for him. “And,
älskling
,
quit staring at my cock or I swear I’ll take you right
here.”

Yohana
tried to maintain her dignity when what she really wanted
to do was release the beast and gobble it down. She cleared her throat. “If you
follow behind me, we can conceal things, somewhat. My skirt is pretty full.”

“It’s not the only thing that is.”

Yohana
shivered when he set his large hand on the small of her
back. “Your place,
Per
?”

“I’d never survive a trip driving
you out to
Whitewolf
.” His hot breath brushed her
neck and shoulders as he urged her forward.

“Neither would I,” she muttered as
they stopped briefly to put on their coats before they left the restaurant. He
escorted her to a black Jaguar XK convertible. “Some toy.”

“This is no toy. It’s a high
performance vehicle. Just wait ’til you hear the engine.” He opened the
passenger door for her.

“Right.”

Yohana
rolled her eyes, settling herself onto the leather seat. He
gently closed the door, as if the metal might dent if he breathed on it funny.
Males, go figure.
Just minutes ago he was ready to mount
her, now, he seemed far more enthralled by his car. Oh well, his desire had
been fun while it lasted. Just as well really, because she needed a clear head
for the transaction ahead, not rampant hormones. She looked for a place to set
the box of cannoli, finally opening the glove compartment to put them in there.
The box just fit.

He climbed behind the wheel, pulling
on a pair of leather driving gloves. If he put on sunglasses, she was out of
here. Per winked at her. “I can tell you think I’m crazy but this car is a work
of art. Trust me.”

“Personally, I’d rather have a
painting, but whatever turns you on.” She shrugged.

When Per turned the key in the
ignition,
Yohana
felt a thrill run through her body.
She could suddenly appreciate his enthusiasm because the purr of the engine was
as smooth as fine wine. Shit, he was infecting her with his car lust. He backed
out carefully then headed out on the streets of Denver.
Yo
hoped this thing handled well.

She leaned her head back against the
seat, glancing over at Per. He drove the car like a pro. Having his attention
diverted by navigation allowed her to study and appreciate the strong lines of
his face. His profile was as stunning as the sleek vehicle they rode inside.
Broad forehead, high cheekbones, a straight nose, firm chin and those
lips…those kissable lips.

She longed to reach over and run her
fingertips over the soft skin to tease him.
Yo
took a
deep breath, trying to take her temperature back to low, but it stayed at high
despite her best intentions. He shifted in the seat, glancing at her.
Per’s
eyes flashed and he licked his lips.
Yohana
couldn’t hold back her growl. She almost came when
he growled back.

“
Yohana
, I
refuse to put this car into a tree. Keep it on simmer for me,
älskling
.”

Yo
felt a flush of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. She never
behaved this irresponsibly, damn it. She turned her eyes to look out the front
windshield, trying to regulate her breathing. When they drove through the
entrance of a gated condominium and townhouse complex, she blinked.

Talk about upscale. Between the
sports car and the address, it was obvious he wasn’t hurting for money. Good.
She had plenty of money and she didn’t need some male around who’d Mate her for
a cash settlement. If she wanted to pay for sex she’d look for a male
prostitute, not enter a legal marriage with someone.

Per pulled into the driveway of one
of the townhouses, pushing a button on the dash. The garage door opened and he
drove them inside. He turned the engine off then released his seatbelt.
Yohana
did the same, thinking he intended to climb out
immediately. When she turned away from him to open the door, he gently caught
her arm.

She gave him a querying look. Per
cupped the back of her neck to draw her toward him.
Yo
let her head fall back, parting her lips. She expected him to plunge into a
fiery kiss, but he leaned forward, taking a deep breath, blowing it across her
lips.
Yohana
shivered as she caught his scent. She
reached for him as he lowered his head to nip at her soft lips.

When his mouth settled over hers,
Yo
grabbed his jacket in her hands, pulling him close to
her. She snaked her tongue teasingly into his mouth then drew it back. His
tongue followed hers, allowing her to capture it. She sucked teasingly,
enjoying his lusty growl. He lifted his head to escape her hungry clutches only
to plunge toward her again, conquering her mouth with his. Their tongues
dueled, clashing in hungry concert.

Per pushed her coat off her shoulder
to clasp the curve of her right breast in his large, warm hand. His thumb
traced the pebbled nipple, dragging a moan from her.
Yo
wasn’t about to be outdone so she trailed her hands down his chest, hunting for
the steel rod she’d glimpsed earlier. He groaned when she rubbed her palm over
him. He was so damn hard, he seemed ready to take her here in the car, which
definitely belied her certainty he lusted for his car more than her. No true
car aficionado would release some sexual tension in his prized possession…much
too messy.

“If you think this explosion between
us is a mere release of sexual tension, you need to reassess,
Yohana
. You and I are TNT, hell, we’re a nuclear
detonation.”

Per’s
husky drawl was sounding decidedly more Swedish the more
aroused he became. It was an accent she’d never really associated with sex
before, but it worked for
Per…
and it turned her on.
She loved the gravelly sound of his lust.

Yohana
pressed closer, grasping his cock more firmly in her hand,
stroking him. He tried to tug her into his lap, but the steering wheel was in
the way. She chuckled, kissing his lips. “Consummating our relationship in your
car is not going to work. We’re both too big to let loose in here.”

“You’re right. I’ll come around and
help you with the door.”

Yohana
watched him race around the vehicle with a barely concealed
grin. It was nice to know a male was as eager for some hot sex as she was. In
the normal course of things, she was the aggressor, so it was a pleasure to be
chased for a change.

He opened the door for her, holding
out his hand to assist her in climbing out. She took his large, warm hand, sighing
as the electricity shot to her breasts and her crotch. She arched her back,
enjoying the sensation. He froze. When
Yo
looked up
he was staring at her breasts with the eyes of a starving man served a
four-course meal. He tugged her out of the car and into the circle of his arms,
one hand cupping her ass, the other plastered to one tingling breast.
Yo
fastened her hands to his ass while she settled one
thigh against his hip, wrapping her long leg around his.

He snarled as he pressed his cock
against her throbbing pussy, using the side of the low-slung car as a brace.
Per enveloped her mouth with his.
Yo
arched against
him, tugging on his ass to drag him closer. She could feel his cock nudging her
wet pussy, and it nearly drove her out of her mind to have him so close, but so
far away.

Yohana
frantically reached down to unzip his pants, easing her
hand inside to cup him. He was thick and hard. As she took up a slow, teasing
stroke, he jerked with a moan.
Yohana
pulled him out
into the cool air, sliding the foreskin back to tease the damp head. She almost
expected steam to rise from his cock, he was so hot.
Yo
couldn’t decide whether she’d rather drop to her knees to taste him or drag him
to her aching pussy and slide him inside. Decisions, decisions…

“If you can’t decide, I’ll decide
for you,” Per whispered into her ear, nipping at her lobe.

He caught her free leg, lifting her
up around his waist and pressing her against the side of the car to keep her
anchored. His hands slid under her skirt, lifting the fabric up to her waist
while he held her, nothing but flimsy red silk between his hands and her ass.

“Ah, but Per.
These things must be done delicately,” she teased.

Yo
reached down to grasp his cock again, stroking the
sensitive head with her fingers. She smoothed the sticky pre-come accumulating
on the tip over the head and shaft, loving the silky soft feel of his skin
under her fingers. Like velvet and steel combined.