Leader of the Pack (17 page)

“This is our floor,
älskling
.
” He held out his hand and she took
at it, hiding her red face from the couple as she slipped past.

Just before the doors closed,
Yohana
heard, “Perhaps we should follow their lead after
dinner, Howard.”

Yo
stared at the closed doors. She turned to
Per
and they cracked up, bending over in laughter. It was so
spontaneous, so lighthearted, that
Yohana
stepped
into
Per’s
embrace to give
him a gentle kiss, but that kiss abruptly shifted into high gear the minute
they touched.

“God, heat has never messed with my
control so much before,” she complained as he kissed her neck, his hands
skimming along her arms.

“I like you out of control.
Du
är
het.
”

“Where the hell is our room?” She
finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it open, running her fingers over his
heated skin.

He lifted the envelope holding the
key card and looked at the nearest door.
“This way.”
She followed him down the hall, trying not to stare at his ass as he preceded
her.

Per glanced back and she dragged her
gaze up to his. He winked, pulling her forward and slipping his arm around her
waist.

“Nice view?” he asked.

“The best.”
They stopped at the door to the suite. “I wonder where the
champagne
is?
” Just then the elevator dinged and the
doors opened. A cart emerged, followed by a waiter pushing it. “Wow. I really
didn’t expect them to get it up here that quickly.”

“Neither did
I
.
Let’s see if it’s for us before we celebrate.” He turned and unlocked the
honeymoon suite. The cart rattled.

“Honeymoon suite?” the waiter asked.

“Yes.”

Per stepped back to allow the waiter
to go first, then he stepped up to her and scooped her into his arms.

What are you doing?
Yo
clutched his shoulders as he settled
her in his arms.

Carrying
you over the threshold.
You are my bride, after all.

You’re joking.

Not in the least. We’re True Mates,
Yohana
, and it’s for life.

She laughed. “You’re crazy, you
know.”

“Well, someone had to take you on.”

He carried her inside and set her
into a chair. While he tipped the waiter,
Yohana
looked around. The space was huge and opulent. Leather chairs and couches. Fine
wood floors with beautiful Persian carpets accented the space.
On the walls hung genuine paintings.
Not the usual prints
you find but hand-painted oils and watercolors.

Per showed the waiter out and
sauntered back across the room to her, a wicked smile on his face.

“So do we need to get right to it,
or can you wait for a little romance.”

Yohana
assessed her body. Her skin still felt taut. Hot. Her pussy
ached with need and her nipples were tight. But she hadn’t reached the point of
no return. Not yet.

“I could drink some champagne.” She
rose and joined him.

He tugged off his jacket and threw
it over a chair then reached for the bottle, popping the cork while
Yo
picked up two glasses. He poured the sparkling wine and
set the bottle back into the ice bucket. Reaching for a strawberry,
Per
took his glass from her hand. He fed her a berry and
sipped his drink. She ate slowly, running her tongue over the bite she’d made.
Bursts of tart and sweet danced in her mouth as she held his gaze with hers.
Per licked his lips, watching as she continued her leisurely tasting of the
sweet fruit.

She lifted a strawberry to his lips.
He opened his mouth and his front teeth sank into the berry enough to bring out
the juice, then he released it, licking the juice oozing from it.
Yohana
shivered as she imagined him doing the same to her
nipple, or better yet, her clit. A groan escaped her and he chuckled.

“Are you ready for me? Throbbing and
wet?”

“Yes.” She wet her lips, watching
his mouth engulf the berry again.

He took several small bites until
his lips brushed her fingers. She moaned as she took the stem away and tossed
it onto the platter.
Yohana
dipped her finger into
the chocolate syrup and rubbed it along his lips then leaned in, nibbling the
chocolate. He returned the favor and she let her mouth fall open, her tongue
darting out to steal a taste of chocolate from his tongue. He chuckled, pulling
her closer—wrapping her in his arms. Lips meshed. Breaths mingled. Tongues
twined.

Yohana
relaxed, trusting him to hold her. Protect her. It was a
release she’d never allowed herself to experience with another male and it
freed her. He lifted his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“
Tack
så
mycket
.”

Her eyes opened. “Why are you
thanking me?”

“You gave yourself to me. It’s as
intoxicating as the champagne. More…even.”

She ran her fingers along his jaw.
“
Du
är
välkommen
.”

His brows shot
upward. “Swedish?”

“That’s
you’re welcome
,
right? I looked it up. Did I say it correctly?”

“Close.”
He walked her through the correct pronunciation and she
echoed him carefully, laughing when he finally grinned.
“
Ja
.
Now
that’s right,
Yohana
.”

She shivered as his fingers caught
the slider of the zipper and pulled it down her back to where it ended at the
base of her spine. His soft growl aroused her, causing her nipples to tighten.
Anticipating more.
Per released her and pulled her dress
from her shoulders, revealing her full breasts rising from the bustier she’d
bought with him in mind.

“
Du
är
skön
.
”
His words barely sounded, yet she heard them.

“I’m what?”

“Beautiful.”

“Really?”

He nodded and she loved the way he
studied her and the almost worshipful tone in his deep voice.
Yohana
smiled.
Happy.
Aroused.
Pleased to know he really meant the words of
praise.

He allowed the dress to slide down
her body. When she stepped out, he laid it gently over a chair then paused to
stare at her, wetting his lips.

“Amazing.”

“
Helt
jävla
otroligt
?” she
teased.

“
Ja
.
”

Per drew her close, leaning in to
press a soft kiss against her bare shoulder. His fingers trailed down her arms,
sensitizing her skin.
Making her quiver.
She rubbed
against him. She reached up and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, leaning in
to kiss his
pec
. She opened her mouth and followed
the line of the muscle up to collarbone and back down to his nipple. He arched,
groaning as her soft breath teased the tight point. She flicked her tongue
around the erect nub then nipped, smiling as another groan escaped him and his
eyes closed. His large hands grasped her head to hold her close.

“More.”

While she played with his nipple,
she set her hand on his chest, tracing the muscles of his chest and abdomen.
Down to his waist, where she loosened his belt, pulling it out of the loops.
After she dropped it to the floor, she cupped his hard cock through his pants,
drawing a sigh from him as he thrust into her grasp.

“You like?”

“Hell,
ja
.”
His head dropped back as she caressed him.

“Want more?” she breathed, running
her tongue along his throat. When he nodded, she chuckled. “Good.” Then she
sank to her knees in front of him and he dropped his gaze to her. “Does this
match your fantasy?”

“You still have your panties on.”

She laughed. “Far be it for me to
fuck up your fantasies,
Per
.” She reached to her hips
and untied the cunningly designed bows there, which let her panties fall to the
floor between her knees.

“Now it just needs one more thing,”
he growled.

“And I know just what that is.”

She ran her palms up the front of
his legs to his waist, catching his zipper in one hand and carefully lowering
it past his cock. She reached in to the warmth and eased him out, stroking the
hot length of flesh.

“
Sug
mig
,
älskling
.”

She gave him a wicked smile, and
leaned in. Her tongue snaked out and slid over the tip.

“Fuck,
ja
.”

His taste went straight to her clit.
Set it to throbbing.
Pulsing with a need for him.
Each
pearly drop of pre-cum went straight to her bloodstream like an aphrodisiac,
raising her heat level. As she ran her tongue over him, she couldn’t stop the
rocking of her own hips. Even so, she was able to stay objective enough to
study his reaction as she sucked, noting what aroused him. What made him groan
and thrust toward her and what
didn’t.

Letting him sink into her throat,
she grasped his shaft so she could stimulate him better. He drove his hips
forward,
his hands cradled her head in place. She hummed as
she swallowed around him, relishing the grunt he made as he moved deeper and
the way he shuddered as she sucked him. The fingers of her free hand dipped
between her legs. When she hit her clit, she whimpered as need slammed into
her. He paused.

“Are you all right,
älskling
?”

God, yes
,
she thought at him since her mouth was full of
cock.

Yohana
sent her arousal through their link and he gasped, his
fingers tightening in her short hair. She bobbed along him, savoring his
flavor, her fingers slipping into her wet folds to tease her clit. While her
finger slid around the tight bundle of nerves, her tongue circled the head of
his cock. She concentrated on driving them both over the brink.

She pushed her long fingers inside
her wet channel, her thumb stroking faster. Rubbing and pressing. Every time
Per
withdrew from her mouth, she caught a gasping breath,
but though he hesitated to return too quickly she sought him out.
Taking him back into the depths of her mouth and throat.
Her
fingers flew, driving deep into her.

“Still okay, love?” he murmured,
caressing her hair.
Gentle even in his power.

She looked up at him. As turned-on
as he was, he checked in with her. Making sure she could take it.
Could take
him
.
It melted her heart a little. She
nodded in answer, closing her eyes to focus on the rising pleasure streaking
through her.
Shocking her senses.
From nowhere, it
built and flashed, like lightning striking the ground.
Yohana
jerked as her clit pulsed and her pussy clamped down on her fingers.

Even at her climax, she continued to
pleasure him.
Licking the head.
Stroking
the shaft.
His abs tightened and he arched his hips forward.
Silently begging for her to finish it.
He was so close. She
applied suction,
strong
suction, to the sensitive head and he shouted.

“
Ja
.
Sug
min
kuk
.”

Come for me,
Per
.

As if her mental touch was all he
needed, he relaxed into the pleasure and his cream spurted into her mouth. His
hips jerked and he sobbed with the intensity of it, almost bending double. She
could feel his climax along their link and while she drank him in she came
again, sharing her release back along their mental path. It was as if there was
no separation. She didn’t know where she ended and he started.

Per ran his fingers along her cheek.
Trembling with the power of their shared desire,
Yohana
opened her eyes and their gazes met and held.

Jag
älskar
dig, my
Yohana
.

His silent words warmed her like an
embrace. Staring up at him she admitted more than the bare truth that they were
True Mates. She admitted the feelings behind the truth and told him so.

Jag
älskar
dig,
Per
.