Leader of the Pack by Leighann Phoenix

just happen like it had before. There seemed to be nothing until the woman stirred. Aislinn touched the woman’s face and closed her eyes. She brought into her mind pictures of what she had seen Jenna doing and tied a fearful emotion to it. The woman suddenly sat upright as though she had awoken from a bad dream. Aislinn didn’t know if it had worked, but she leaned down and did the same thing to the man. When he sat up and looked at the woman they spoke to each other. Aislinn couldn’t hear what they were saying, and she was feeling drained. She looked around the clearing for more sleeping lycans. Everyone she found, she woke in the same fashion. Aislinn was unsure how many she had touched when she dropped out of the vision into darkness again.
    “NO,” she screamed into the black. “I need to know what happened!”
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    The only thing keeping Cullen hard throughout the blow job was the image of Aislinn in his mind. He was praying the attack would come soon. He wanted it to interrupt the mating, buy him time to figure a way out of this. After having held Aislinn in his arms earlier that night there was no way he could go through with this. But with the prospect of an unknown enemy surrounding them he couldn’t take the chance of starting a war with the Tairneach right here and now. If he stopped this mating ceremony at this point he would need a better than damn good reason.
    Jenna was bringing him dangerously close to coming. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. The relentless assault of her tongue on his cock was getting to him whether he wanted it to or not. He looked down and watched her pretty face bobbing up and down on his shaft. Her eyes half lidded staring up at him with a terrible devious glare. She seemed pleased by what she was doing, but not because she wanted to be sucking him off. Something she was thinking was pleasing her and he was afraid of what that was, especially since he was in such a vulnerable position. Muin galla, he thought angrily and wanted desperately to say it out loud and throw her off of him.
    He watched a number of his own gathering at the perimeter of the standing stones. They looked concerned and they were watching the mating. Jenna finally pulled her mouth off of him. She had been going at him for so long her jaw and neck were sore and he was showing no signs of stopping her any time soon. She glared up at him and turned onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. The group that had taken up position between the stones started to advance. Cullen looked at Ranaild. His eyes were stone and Ranaild shifted his look from Cullen to Jenna in warning. He looked frightened.
    Jenna started to panic. This wasn’t how Rafe said it would go. He made it sound so simple. She almost thought the plan had been hers. She had a short stiletto blade, tipped with poison held nicely in her cunt. Since it was a stiletto the sides were dull and wouldn’t pierce her flesh. But the tip would jab Cullen the minute he penetrated her. The poison was virtually instantaneous and Cullen would die, the fight would start and the Tairneach would take over.
    As she watched the advancing Arnauk she knew that something had gone wrong. As she began to think about it, she wondered why she had agreed to this anyway. It was far too obvious for her. She looked around for Rafe. He said he would be here. Every time she thought his name she seemed to become more confident in the situation. She knew that he would come and save her.
    “What is this Arnauk?” Brennus growled at the interruption in the ceremony.
    Rafe continued to watch from the shadows. He was getting tired and was cursing himself for bringing Aislinn here. That was a miscalculation. He would see that she paid for what she had done. But at the moment it was all he could do, even with using the power from the stone circle, to keep the lycans’ minds from noticing the enemy hidden among them. He was trying to come up with a way out of