Leader of the Pack by Leighann Phoenix Page B

had been developing all day. Between Jenna’s teasing, which only disgusted him, and Aislinn’s scent he felt as though he was going to explode. Upon entering the great room he spied one of his usual targets for this kind of outlet. Normally he didn’t go looking for company except during hunts out at the reservation, but desperate times as they say, and Celia was always willing.
    He approached her with a heated expression and she looked up at him with her hazel eyes and a welcoming smile. He didn’t have to say anything to her. When she saw him coming she ended her conversation with the other women she had been watching TV with and stood up to meet the Alpha coming toward her. His determined look told her what he was after.
    Cullen looked Celia over. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She had on no socks and no bra from the looks of things. Cullen growled low in his throat at the thought, That’ll make it easier. He looked over at the couch and briefly considered taking all of them, alpha advantages after all, but then thought better of it. Celia, to date, hadn’t gotten attached to him and he didn’t want any additional female troubles right now.
    Celia pushed a strand of brown hair out of her eyes and smiled at him in that innocent way of hers that belied what she really was capable of. “I thought with Jenna around you wouldn’t come looking for me any time soon,” she said with a pleased sound to her tone.
    “I’m not going to be very nice this evening Celia,” he growled in warning.
    Celia briefly considered that. It wasn’t as though she disliked rough sex. It was that he’d never felt the need to warn her about it before. In the end though, she knew that she wouldn’t turn down a chance to lie with him. She did a great job of giving him the impression that she could take or leave his company. But that was only because she had learned a long time ago that she would get more attention from him that way. There were about six females that Cullen had come to trade off in his bed over the years. Celia had become the unspoken leader of that small group of women and due mostly to her ability to appear off-hand and unconcerned with Cullen’s preference for her she had quickly become the favorite for ending up in his bed on the rare occasions that he was in the mood for company.
    Celia shrugged. “Whatever you want, General,” she replied. She had never been upgraded as far as first name status. But she never stopped hoping.
    Cullen turned and headed down one of the halls to a guest room. He never took any of the girls up to his actual rooms. Again, this was mostly to keep any of them from becoming too attached. He walked into the room and immediately took off his coat and shoes discarding them on the armchair near the door. When his shirt and pants followed in short order Celia knew that his comment had been even more serious than she had taken it. He was never this quick about undressing.
    When he turned to her and she saw his angry face and his ready hard-on she knew that he was on a mission to get off and that was it. She felt a little scared. He had never inspired fear in her before. Without missing a beat he approached her and ripped her white t-shirt up and off. He only took a moment to run his hands down her breasts, waist, and stomach before unbuttoning her jeans and forcing them down over her hips. The fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear only served to reinforce in his mind that he had picked right for this.
    Without a second thought to foreplay Cullen whirled Celia around and pushed her onto her knees on the bed. His eyes shifted and his wolf growled angrily at the fact that this wasn’t the woman it wanted as Cullen climbed up behind her on the bed. He grabbed hold of Celia’s hips and pulled her back onto his cock as he thrust it forward, not even checking to see if she was ready for him.
    Celia winced at his intrusion. She braced herself for the worst and spared herself a