Leader of the Pack by Lynn Richards Read Free Book Online

lips. Slowly he withdrew and she clenched her inner walls trying to prevent his escape. A sudden shift of his hips brought a deep throated groan from her lips. Savagely he took one breast, biting the nipple, suckling her flesh, all the while thrusting deep inside her. As the first spasm gripped her, he found the bundle of nerves where they joined, pinching and squeezing. “Do it, baby,” he commanded, his hips moving faster and faster. “Drench me with your juices.”
    Emily gasped, her body shuddering as waves of fulfillment washed over her. She felt his answering release and her soul seemed to fly from her body and meet his somewhere between heaven and earth.

CHAPTER SIX
     
    “ Oh, God,” Emily moaned. “I don’t think I can move.”
    “ You move just fine, babe, believe me.”
    Both were on their backs. Jared had one arm over his eyes the other flung across Emily’s stomach as if to hold her in place.
    Little did he know she had no energy to move. Or any desire. Which was really strange considering she was butt naked and sprawled out in all her natural glory.
    All her jiggly, not so skinny natural glory.
    “ Oh, God,” she moaned again. Where was the sheet, her clothes, something?
    Immediately, Jared shifted positions, turning on his side to face her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked his voice laced with concern. He brushed the hair from her face, kissing her closed eyelids, her nose, her lips.
    “ No, I’m fine,” she hastened to assure him. She was more than fine in that respect. In fact, her insides still quivered from her climax. “I just, umm, do you have any cover?”
    “ Damn, you’re cold.” He started to move from the bed then laid back down, twisting to his side so he could see her face. “Emily, look at me,” he ordered.
    Emily kept her eyes tightly shut. “I’d rather not right now.”
    “ Emily.” She had never really understood the term ‘brooked no argument’ until she heard her name on his lips. There was no way she could disobey him.
    She took a deep breath before she opened her eyes and met the icy blue of his.
    Shit.
    He looked pissed.
    “ Yes, Jared?” she said, a brow raised in inquiry. She had worked in a male driven profession her entire life, give or take a few years in college when she was a waitress at the local pizza joint. But even that was male driven if you thought about it.
    “ Why do you want cover, Emily?” he reached out to trace a line from her collarbone to her navel.
    “ Why do you think?” No way was she admitting she didn’t want him seeing her naked while not indulging in a little slap and tickle.
    “ Oh, it could be because you’re cold I suppose. I do see some indication that you are.” He made a lazy circle around her already puckered aureole. “Are you cold, Emily?”
    “ Yes,” she lied.
    “ Because I’d hate to think that you wanted something to cover up this beautiful body.” He bent to kiss one puckered nipple. A pucker they both knew had nothing to do with the slight chill in the room. “Because I did warn you about that, didn’t I?”
    Emily closed her eyes, picturing in her mind’s eye what he was seeing. Breasts fallen slightly to the sides because of her good friend gravity. Her stomach flattened but was now thicker and her thighs wider.
    “ Emily, Emily, Emily,” he chided as he leaned close to her ear. “What are you thinking? I bet those are thoughts you want to share with me, aren’t they?”
    She shook her head, unwilling to open her eyes.
    She squeaked as the she was pulled from the bed, her world upended when she found herself face down on his lap as he sat in the edge of the bed. He placed one arm around her waist to hold her in place and the used the other to caress her buttocks. She grabbed his legs for balance.
    “ What are you doing?” she squealed.
    “ I am showing my mate what happens when she disobeys me.”
    “ Jared, let me up right now,” she demanded still trying to catch her breath.
    “ I will.