Leader of the Pack (7 page)

Yohana
cocked her head at him, her eyes softening slightly.
“No, Per.
I will rarely give you orders as pack leader, but
I am asking you as your Mate. Is it so hard for you to give a little?”

Per looked into her eyes, trying to
understand what she wanted from him. He sat up with her still astride his lap.
He stroked her face, running his thumb over her soft lips. “It
is
hard
for me. If you’ll admit it, I bet it’s hard for you too. I wanted to play with
you,
Yo
. I don’t want to
fight with you all the time.”

Yohana
stroked his cloth-covered arm, and he wished he had
stripped for her. He longed to feel her touch. “I don’t want to fight with you
either,
Per
, but it’s not easy to let myself relax. I
have a role I’m supposed to fulfill. My pack can’t see me as weak,” she said
thoughtfully. “If we fight all the time, it will undermine my status as
leader.”
Yohana
pressed a soft kiss on his lips,
almost like goodbye. “Maybe we should just forget about this. I told Jeremiah I
should Mate a Beta but he wouldn’t listen to me, and neither will my pack.”

This was
not
goodbye. Per
tensed. He couldn’t lose her now. Damn it, she belonged to him. “
Who
is
Jeremiah?” He wanted to go after this mysterious male who could convince her to
obey him and gut the bastard.

She blinked, surprise filling her
face. “He was my sire. Who did you think I meant?
Another
male?”

He laughed sheepishly, relaxing his
muscles. “Well,
ja
. I mean…”

“If I had some male I trusted who
wasn’t my sire, I’d have
Mated
him
.” She shook
her head. “Then my pack wouldn’t be pressuring me for pups.”

“Don’t you want them?”

“I do. But because they are a joy,
not an obligation.”

“I
understand,” Per agreed, thinking of his boss.

Yohana
climbed off him. Per could feel her both physically and
mentally as she got out of bed. Somehow, he was losing her and it hurt in a way
he couldn’t explain, even to himself. Per watched her pace, running her hands
over her arms. He should comfort her. He
wanted
to comfort her. Shit,
his bitch was still wearing her coat. Hell, so was he. This was all wrong. It
wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Maybe
Yohana
was right. After all, they communicated pretty well physically.
Enough with words.
Per rose, catching her
in his arms when she passed by him in her restless pacing.
He turned her
to look up at him—there were tears in her eyes. How in hell had he thought she
was emotionless, he wondered?
Yohana
overflowed with
feelings—confusion, anguish, fear and frustration all collided painfully in her
eyes.

“
Ssssh
.”
He lowered his head to kiss her softly. “Let yourself relax,
Yohana
. I think you need it.”

“I can’t. If I let myself relax,
I’ll lose it.”

“Lose what?
Control?
Maybe you need to lose control. Let me show you how good it feels.” Per eased
her coat off her shoulders so it slid down her body,
puddling
around her feet.

“We shouldn’t—”

“Yes, we should. Now close your
eyes.”

When she did, he reached behind her
to gradually lower her zipper.
Yohana
stiffened when
the dress began its slow descent. Per tipped up her chin, teasing her lips
open. The kiss released her tension and the dress dropped to her waist. He
leaned back, moaning as he finally saw her glorious breasts. When her eyes
fluttered open, she froze. Per lifted his gaze from her breasts, surprised by
the doubt and confusion on her face. He didn’t get it. What could
Yo
possibly be worried about?

He eased her dress down over her
hips so it fluttered to the floor to join her coat in a pool of crimson.
Yohana
looked like a damn goddess, but she seemed shy and
diffident, ducking her head as he stared at her. She had no clue how stunning
she was. What a crime!

“
Vacker
.
Du
är
så
vacker
,”
he breathed, tracing his fingertips over the full rise of her firm breasts. The
feel of her soft, white skin and the scent of her arousal hit him in a rush,
setting him on fire all over again.

He leaned over her, tasting her
neck, nibbling at her collarbone, nipping at her breast. She quivered under his
mouth, passive. Per lifted his head to stare into her startled eyes. His female
seemed so fierce when they met, yet now she was as timid as an untried virgin.
She made no sense to him.

“Do you want to stop,
Yohana
?”

Her body stiffened, her face losing
all expression. “Whatever. You’ve had me and that’s all you’re contracted to do
until I go into heat.”

Per frowned. What the fuck? Where
did that come from? He took a step away to stalk down the hall to take her
home, until he considered her words. She hadn’t said she wanted to stop. No,
she assumed he did.

Yohana
crossed her arms over her chest to cover her breasts,
lifting her chin defiantly. That was it! She thought
he
wanted to stop,
so she hid her feelings behind her pack leader face. Christ, he thought he was
fucked up because of his past, but something weird had happened to her too.

“Did I say I wanted to stop?”

“You didn’t have to.” She bent,
reaching for her dress.

“Do I look like I want to stop?” He
gestured at his rock-hard cock.

She paused, dropping the dress
again. “You must.”

“Must I?” He ripped off his coat and
jacket, tossing them away. He toed off his shoes, pulled off his socks,
loosened his tie, then tugged open his shirt, sending buttons flying. She
blinked as one of the buttons hit her square in the nipple. He smiled when the
assaulted nipple tightened under her crimson lace bra. He pulled his shirt off,
tossing it to her, and she caught it on reflex. He unbuckled his belt then
jerked his pants off, kicking them aside.

Her expression was priceless, a
perfect blend of shock and desire. “Look at me. Do I
really
look like I
want to stop?”

She swallowed hard, her gray eyes
met his and she dropped his shirt to the floor. “No, you look rather
interested.”

“Interested? No, shit?” He stalked
her again, backing her toward his bed. Enough of this tentative crap from her,
damn it. He wanted his fierce bitch back.
Her confidence.
Her passion.
He would root out whatever left her so
unsure of her appeal, removing it once and for all.

When
Yohana
reached the edge of his bed, she sat abruptly as it caught her in the back of
the knees. Per pressed her onto her back. Lifting her legs onto the bed, he
climbed over her. He bent down to capture her mouth in a heated kiss. She
arched into him, snaking her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Their
tongues dueled while he sank down onto her, pressing his chest to hers and thrusting
his hips between her spread thighs. She wrapped her long legs around his waist,
her nails digging into his back.

Per lifted his head, staring down as
she slowly opened her eyes. “Why in hell would you think I don’t want you,
älskling
?
” He pressed his cock into her
pussy.

“Past
experience.”

“Does it feel to you like there is
any doubt of my desire?” He caressed her face as her eyes avoided his. “
Yohana
, look at me.” Her eyes met his with great
reluctance. Per ran his fingertip over the arch of her brow. He rolled his hips
against her, smiling when her eyes widened and she gasped. “Do you have any
question about how badly I want you?”

She cleared her throat. “No. Your
arousal is most impressive.”

He chuckled, brushing a kiss over
her lips. “
Tack
så
mycket
.”

Yohana
shook her head. “Why do you keep talking to me in Swedish?
I can’t understand you.”

“You will…eventually.” He kissed her
again. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even teach you to whimper and moan in Swedish.”

Her mouth opened and closed. “Damn
it,
Per
…”

Per nipped her soft lips, drawing a
moan from her. “What?” He dropped teasing kisses against her cheeks and
forehead, returning to her parted lips. His fingers trailed down her side and
along her fine thighs. “What,
Yohana
?”

“When you touch me, I can’t
think.”She
writhed under his light touch, turning her head
from side to side.

“Good. Quit thinking.
Feel.
”

He leaned back to ease her stocking
down one truly stunning long leg. He stroked her curved thigh, caressed her
firm calf, finishing with worshipful kisses along her inner thigh, behind her
knee and finally the arch of her foot. Per repeated the process with her other
leg, setting both feet on his chest. Damn, even her feet were sexy. She’d
painted her toenails the same faint pink she’d applied to her fingernails. He
reached out, caught her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them over
his shoulder.

White fur covered her
mons
, just as he’d suspected. He took a deep breath,
scenting
Yohana’s
desire. He wondered if she was as
pink as her finger- and toenails.
Time to find out.
Per turned his hungry gaze to her face.
Yohana
was
aroused, but nervousness registered in her tense facial muscles and the
tentative expression in her eyes. She seemed to be waiting for him to lose
interest in her. That was just not fucking happening—now or ever.

Per ran his palms over her shins,
stopping at her knees. He gently but firmly pressed outward to spread her open
for him, letting her feet fall to either side of his body. As his gaze surveyed
her pussy, he moaned. She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t let her.
God, he had to go muff diving or die in the attempt. She was as pink and
perfect as he thought she’d be.

“
Fan, du
är
het
,
” he growled, lowering his head to the siren call of her
sex. He inhaled deeply, his mouth open slightly to catch the full range of her
sensual perfume. He skimmed his fingers over the smooth skin of her inner
thighs, wedging his shoulders between her legs when she started to close on
him. He glanced up at her face, finally noticing her strained expression.
Yohana
was turned-on, yes, but restrained. She wasn’t
engaging him as she had when they’d fucked in the garage.

Per stroked her legs softly. “Are
you all right? Do you want me to stop?” Again she froze as if he was saying he
didn’t want her. “Damn it,
Yohana
, I want you so bad
I ache, but I have never in my life taken an unwilling female. Tell me what you
want. Do you want me?”

“I…” She paused, biting her lip. Her
face showed she was torn between saying yes and withdrawing from him.

Per could tell this wasn’t the
obnoxious teasing his last girlfriend pulled on him. “I don’t get it,
Yohana
. You had no problem telling me earlier.”

“Earlier I was in the moment.”

“Yes, and what a moment it was.” He
smiled. “This can be even better,
älskling
,
but I need to know you want it too.”

“I do.”

“Then relax for me, and enjoy.”

He slipped his fingers down her legs
and gently parted her pussy, revealing her slick folds and erect, trembling
clit to his hungry gaze. Her scent went straight to his cock, dragging an
agonized gasp from his throat. Per ran his fingertips over her, smiling as she
twisted under his touch. Juices flowed out of her cunt, moistening her swollen
labia. He spread her dampness with his fingers, teasing her as he explored her
sensitive skin.

Each touch drew whimpers from her
throat and shivers from her muscles.
Yo
lifted her
hips, wordlessly begging for more. Blowing on her tight clit, he lowered his
head to taste her.

Yohana
bowed off the bed, shuddering when his mouth covered her
clit. His tongue flicked over her as he drew on tender flesh. She felt raw. Her
orgasm painfully intense as
Per
continued his oral
assault on her senses. When he began to lift his head, she snarled, grasping
his hair in her fingers to hold him against her pussy. He chuckled but obeyed
her wordless command.

The slow, steady strokes of
Per’s
large fingers into her
tight, wet cunt drove her out of her mind. She moved with him, quivering as the
pleasure took her higher. His tongue teased. His teeth nipped and her clit
screamed. Or maybe she did.