Leader of the Pack (12 page)

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Aislinn awoke to sunlight streaming in on her face from a thin crack between the drapes on a large window and warmth radiating through her from behind her back. She blinked in confusion as she took in the strange wall, then the strange bed, then the arm that was wrapped around her. She lay still a moment. The last time she was in a room this posh was when she was first dating Rafe, before she knew what he was. The blankets were soft and satiny. She had spent so long sleeping on that mattress on the floor that she had forgotten what it felt like to be in a real bed. There wasn’t any one thing she could see that stood out as extravagant. It was all normal bedroom furniture. But between the size of everything and the new/clean look of it all she might have thought she was in the best room at the Hilton.

Aislinn started to get nervous. All she could think about was the fact that Rafe loved places like this. The only reason she didn’t jump screaming from the bed was because there was something about the feel of this that wasn’t at all like it was before and it certainly didn’t smell right. She took a deep breath and then started to blush. Aislinn rolled back. The arm loosened so that she could move and she found herself staring up into Cullen’s face. He was wearing a hopeful, concerned look as he smiled at her.

“Good afternoon, mo mhúirnín bán ” he said softly. “I won’t ask if you slept well. I know you didn’t.”

Slowly the memory of last night solidified in Aislinn’s mind: the court hearing, the premonitions, Rafe, and the mating ceremony. She took a deep breath then smiled as she realized what he called her. If he had intended to make her feel better about everything, she had to admit it was working. She cocked an eyebrow at him questioningly. “Mo mhúirnín bán?”

He smiled back smugly. “I thought you knew Gaelic.”

She shook her head and decided to not give him the satisfaction of knowing whether she understood or not. “I guess I can assume then that she didn’t manage to kill you,” Aislinn said, changing the topic to something she thought was relatively important considering the position she was currently in on what should have been his wedding night or morning or afternoon or whatever this was.

“I’m afraid to ask how you know about that,” he replied. Then he just couldn’t help himself. She was awake. She didn’t seem angry with him, and he didn’t care about anything other than tasting her right then. He leaned down to her and nuzzled her nose with his own, testing her reaction. When she didn’t pull away or push him off of her he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her softly at first and then deeper as she kissed back. It took a little coaxing, and she parted her lips allowing his tongue to dip into her mouth and slip along her teeth and tongue. As the kiss continued she felt waves of electricity surging through her body. Heat pooled in her stomach, and she twined her leg around his. She moaned softly into his mouth when he pushed his hips against her.

They parted briefly, staring into each other’s eyes and trying to read the emotions there. Aislinn smiled at him. “I guess this means you’re not married then.”

“No, that didn’t work out,” he said with half a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Aislinn continued. She could feel his need for her pressing against her thigh. She rubbed against him, teasing him a little. “And how did I get here?”

“Rissa brought you here last night. I asked her to check on you after you ran out of the restaurant. She found you unconscious. So she brought you here to keep you safe.”

“And she put me your bed to keep me safe,” she grinned.

Cullen smiled back at her and pressed his hips against her in response to her teasing. He growled softly. “Not exactly. I suppose I’m to blame for where you ended up sleeping,” he admitted.

“And who dressed me?” Her eyes were on fire. He wanted to sink into those eyes. “Again I guess that would be me,” he said. Then quickly added, “but I behaved myself.” Aislinn leaned into him and nuzzled her nose along his jaw line then kissed and nibbled at his neck. When he started growling again she giggled. Aislinn began running her hands along his chest and the growling grew more intense. Suddenly he grabbed her wrists and pushed her back onto the bed. When her eyes met his again she could see that they had shifted, and she was staring at his wolf. She wasn’t prepared for the intensity that she saw there. Her breath caught in her throat.
Does he really want me that badly,
she wondered.

“Aislinn,” he said. His voice was guttural and deep with passion. “You need to be sure here. Too much farther and I won’t be able to stop this.”

She swallowed. She wanted him, but the look on his face and the sound of his voice was frightening. They were both breathing hard and fast. Cullen waited. He didn’t want to take this somewhere she wasn’t ready or willing to go. Aislinn was scared. She wanted this to be real so badly. Cullen started to pull away from her when she didn’t answer. As he began to move back she realized that he was ending it and she couldn’t handle that. She grabbed his shoulder to stop him from leaving her and kissed him heatedly.

When Aislinn kissed him Cullen felt his wolf overwhelm his senses. He pushed her back down onto the bed and immediately his hands found their way beneath her t-shirt, along her waist, and cupped beneath her breast. His thumb made small circles around her nipple, playing with the hard bud. He growled softly against her mouth. He could smell her arousal wafting from beneath the blanket and he needed a taste. She whimpered when he broke the kiss, but he growled insistently at her and she lay still to see what he was doing. The blankets were tossed off to the side and Cullen pulled the t-shirt up as he moved his head down to lick at one of her nipples.

Aislinn’s breath caught in her throat. She watched as his tongue stroked her flesh. Soft, wet, warmth flooded from her breast, through her body, and pooled between her legs. Finally she let the air out in a moan that seeped into his mind and sent chills along his spine. He moved down her stomach, trailing his tongue across her skin and leaving a warm wet path that cooled in the air and sent a chilling sensation through her. Aislinn watched as he tore the waist band of her panties and pulled them from her body, dropping the ragged material to the floor next to the bed. Then he leaned down and pressed his face to the triangle of space at the top of her thighs. He stayed there breathing and growling for a moment. The warm air of his breath tickled her skin.

Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he pressed her legs apart so that he could look at her. She watched his face, how his eyes swirled with passion and his heated expression.
This is how it should always be,
she thought.
Everyone should be wanted like this.
Cullen’s control was stretched farther than he had ever had to take it. It was all he could to convince his wolf that while he could have her, he had to go slow and he had to remain in this form. He could feel the annoyance in his alternate half. Cullen could only hope that Aislinn would eventually understand and placate that part of him.

Cullen leaned down between her legs and began alternately kissing, licking, and nibbling her inner thigh. Her scent was overpowering. It seeped into his soul and called to his wolf like no one ever had. He worked his way closer and closer to his ultimate goal. If he gave the wolf any more control he knew that he wouldn’t have bothered with the little pleasantries that were making her moan so deliciously. Normally with women it went differently. The wolf was set loose, and once he’d been sated the man would be allowed to play. But Cullen still wasn’t sure what he was dealing with here. He didn’t even really know how much she knew about him. She appeared to have figured him out, but that didn’t mean she understood what it meant to be a lycan’s lover, that her body was capable of handling what the wolf would do, or that she would be willing to let him be like that with her.

Aislinn thought she might explode if he didn’t stop teasing her. He was being sweet and gentle and coming so close to touching her and then not. Finally she couldn’t handle it any longer and she reached down, grabbed his head by the hair, and pulled his mouth to her center. Cullen growled with pleasure at her little show of force and took her hips to hold her still while he let his wolf have that taste he had been fighting for. Aislinn arched her back and moaned her appreciation as his tongue delved into her cunt and lapped at her copious juices. His tongue ran from her core to her clit and then he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her fingers twisted into his hair almost painfully, pulling him to her harder.

Cullen was losing his ability to think. He wanted to plunge into her and bring his own release. But he forced himself to make sure she was ready for that first. He alternated driving his tongue into her sopping cunt and suckling on her clit, listening to her moan sweetly for him. He released one hand from her hip and pressed one finger into her, stroking her walls and feeling her ripple around him. He listened to her breathing quicken and reveled in the thought that he had done this to her. He slipped a second finger insider her and she moaned louder. He continued to suckle at her clit, lashing it with his tongue and nibbling on the hard bud. With his fingers pushing insider her, he had lost control of her hips and she was writhing against him. Her moans were increasing in urgency, and her hands were pulling painfully at his hair as her hips thrust against his face and hand out of control.

The sound that came from her as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure was somewhere between a moan, a growl, and a screech that might be heard from a jungle cat. Aislinn didn’t seem to notice, but the sound was enough to stop Cullen dead. He stood on his knees looking down at her, in wonder. When she stopped writhing from the pleasure coursing through her and looked up at him, her eyes were swirling blue and silver pools. If there had been any doubt left in his mind that she wasn’t human it was melting into those eyes as he stared at her.

She wasn’t sure what the change in his tempo was from. Aislinn blushed at the way he was staring at her. From the amused grin on his face, she assumed that he had been enjoying what he was watching. From the look of his tented boxers, she figured that he was due for his share of the fun. Aislinn sat up and turned around. Her premonitions from the before had given her a pretty good guess at how Cullen liked his women. With her back to him, standing on her knees she took the t-shirt off and tossed it aside.

When Aislinn moved onto her hands and knees Cullen didn’t care any longer about the strange moan. He watched as she moved her legs apart and looked back at him expectantly. He didn’t need any further invitation. He virtually ripped the boxers he was wearing off. He stayed himself as he grabbed her hips. He was losing control of the change and he felt his wolf asserting his need. His hands tightened and his muscles strained to force himself to enter her slowly. Her warmth wrapped around his cock as he pressed into her slick, wet sex inch by inch. Aislinn felt herself stretching around him, felt him pushing into her. His hands were impossibly strong on her hips. She knew there would be bruises where his fingers pressed into her flesh. His pace was agonizingly slow. She whimpered her need for more, but Cullen heard her cry and thought he was hurting her. With a growl, he released her hips and began to pull away. When he let go of her, Aislinn couldn’t take it any longer and she pushed herself back onto him. The momentum of Cullen pulling away and Aislinn pushing back resulted in him sitting on his heels with Aislinn on his lap.

She was growling again and grinding herself against him. Cullen wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her hair, breathing her in. He growled in return and squeezed her breasts roughly as she continued to force herself down onto him, trying to take more of him in. Watching her amazed him. He pushed her onto her hands again, forgetting his previous concern and grabbed her hips. Both of them let out a needy groan as he finally started truly fucking her. His thrusts were long and hard. He was still holding back but not nearly as much as he had intended. His fingers dug into her hips and their bodies slapped together. The sounds of their growling and moaning mingled deliciously with the sounds of his cock slamming into her cunt.

It didn’t take long. There had been so much build up and tension coming to this point that Cullen was ready to come from the very beginning. As soon as he felt Aislinn begin to tense beneath him, he lost it. He thrust into her hard a few more times as he released. Aislinn was so overwhelmed by her own pleasure that she nearly missed the molten heat spreading through her from Cullen’s release inside of her. Aislinn’s arms and legs were shaking as her cunt convulsed around his cock.

Cullen collapsed off to the side dragging her with him and into his arms as they tried to recover from the intensity of what they had just done.

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Rafe had arranged for a watch on Aislinn’s apartment. He was pissed as hell and determined to have her. Nothing annoyed him more than someone denying him something that was rightly his. When Cullen and Keith pulled up and then left empty handed Rafe figured that at least the Arnauk didn’t have her either. He left the watch on her apartment. She would have to return there some time and when she did he’d have her. Until then he had other business to attend to.

Rafe stroked Jenna’s face. He hated having to waste his time with her. But she had access to something he needed. “Time to wake up,” he said.

Jenna groaned. She was dizzy and sick to her stomach. She realized that she was naked and cold and lying on a floor. She sat up looking around and found herself in a large dimly lit room full of lush furniture. Plush, royal purple couches formed a seating area. There were matching curtains covering large windows. Jenna could see from the light trying to penetrate the curtains that it must be well into daylight hours.

“Come here I have something for you to eat.”

Her brain felt numb, and she could feel his voice more than hear it. She thought it was the sexiest voice she had ever heard. Jenna looked around the room more and saw where the voice was coming from. “Rafe,” she said in confusion. When she tried to get up her head spun. She tried but couldn’t remember what had happened the night before. “How did I get here? Did we win?”