Leader of the Pack by Francesca Hawley Page B

her. Her belly rolled as she arched
under the exquisite glide of his shaft into her tight cunt. He drove deep,
filling her with hard, fast thrusts. Yohana whimpered, wrapping her long legs around his waist, aiding her ability to rise
to his every lunge. He undulated, pelvis to pelvis, grinding against her clit
with each stroke. She was right on the edge of the most intense orgasm of her
life. God, it was good. She attempted to lift her hands to pull him closer, only
to realize her hands were still pressed to the bed.
    “Let me touch you.” She lifted her
head, kissing his throat, nipping the underside of his chin. He leaned away
slightly. Yohana met his eyes to find him in complete
control. Sweat beaded his brow, but fire still burned in his olive eyes.
    “Who?”
    “What?” She frowned in confusion.
His question made absolutely no sense to her.
    “Who were you thinking of, Yohana ?”
    She couldn’t believe this. The son
of a bitch was getting all dominating on her. “What…does…it…matter?” With each
word, she clenched her pussy on his cock.
    Per closed his eyes as drops of
sweat slowly flowed along the tense muscles of his throat. His belly was
rock-hard, every abdominal muscle defined as he fought his inclination to fuck
her wildly. “It matters, damn you.” He looked back down into her eyes.
    Yohana mewled when he altered his angle, bottoming in her. She
lifted her pelvis. The head of his cock nudged her cervix as she yearned for
the release he was purposely denying her. She should have defied her father and Mated a Beta. She didn’t need this shit.
    “A Beta never would have satisfied
you. You need my cock to fill you.”
    Her eyes flew to his. “How the hell?”
    His eyes darkened. “How do you
think?”
    Yohana shook her head. No way in hell did Per hear her thoughts. No fucking way. He could not be her True Mate.
    “Have it your own way. But I want an
answer. Who were you thinking of?”
    “This is stupid.” Her belly was damp
with sweat as he maintained a continuous and repeated invasion of her slick
folds. The worst part was she moved with him. For his every thrust, she arched.
For his every lunge, she parried. It was a diabolical dance designed to drive
her out of her mind and it was succeeding.
    “Who?”
    “Dale. Dale Blackwolf ,
my last boyfriend. Okay? Now, fuck me!”
    He leaned over her. “Was he that
good? Are you in love with him?”
    “He was that lousy, okay? He
couldn’t stay hard to save his life.”
    “Well, I can.”
    He stabbed deep, taking her mouth with
his. He gathered her in his arms, grasping her hips to control the angle and
intensity of penetration. Yohana clung to him,
scratching his back with her fingernails, entangling her legs with his as they
rode out the storm together.
    Yohana screamed as her inner muscles spasmed along his forceful cock. He ground his pelvis into her straining clit, adding
more sensation to the orgasm erupting in her body. The shaking overwhelmed her
until she couldn’t think, she could only feel. Per roared, setting his knees,
driving deeply one last time as he shot his cum deep into her clenched pussy.
    Finally, he collapsed against her,
his face pressed against the rise of damp breast visible above her bra. Yohana panted, trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t
even put a name to what she’d just experienced. Her vaginal muscles were still
trembling around his semi-hard cock.
    He lifted his head, a smile on his
lips. “Say it with me. Helt jävla otroligt .”
    Yohana bit her lip, fighting between laughter and anger. He raised
his brows, teasing her. The smile won out, so she repeated it. “ Helt jävla otroligt .”
    “Very good. It was fucking unbelievable, you know.”
    “Yes.” Yo frowned. “Damn it, why did you get so freaked about Dale?”
    “Don’t ever think of another male
while my cock fills you or my mouth is on you. Just don’t .”
    “I’m not cut out for this.”
    “What?”
    “Mating an
Alpha.”
    “Was