Leader of the Pack by Lynn Richards Page A

eyed his cock. Werewolves certainly were different during the full moon. They were more – stronger, faster, sharper. And bigger. A werewolf was known to grow three or four inches during the cycle. Everywhere. Could she take him now? Her knees grew weak imaging the feel of him inside her. Before, their coming together had bordered on discomfort he had filled her so completely. She saw his cock bob up and down and knew she had projected her thoughts. How could she not mate with this man?
    He stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders. Maybe she had projected a little too much.
    “ I want to be inside you, Emily, do you understand?” He shook her roughly even as she nodded yes to his question. “No you don’t, damn you. I want to be inside you everywhere. I want my cock stuffed up inside you so deep we won’t know where you begin and I end. I want your mouth, I want your cunt. I want this.” He grabbed her buttocks and spread her cheeks apart. One finger thrust into the small, puckered hole. Emily gasped at his crude invasion but didn’t flinch away. Instead she let herself relax, the weight of her body forcing him deeper inside. He growled.
    “ I am a wolf. I am leader of my pack. I am the alpha male.” His eyes glittered gold as he struggled for control.
    She had no fear of this man or his beast. To her, they were one and the same and they both loved her. “I know, I know. I am your mate and you are mine, I am yours, yada, yada, yada. The only problem I see is that we have to get these alpha male tendencies under control. I’m not about to be bossed around by –”
    He slanted his mouth over hers and cut off her words then turned her away from him. “Bend over,” he commanded as he forced her body over the sofa’s high back.
    “ Now wait a minute,” she protested. Her hands stretched out to stop her downward descent. “Didn’t I warn you about that overbearing male attitude?”
    He parted the folds of her pussy. The smell of her pussy called to the beast he could no longer fully control. His teeth grew, his cock lengthened another inch and his claws burst through the tops of his fingers. He pressed her head down. “Don’t want to hurt you,” he panted between clenched teeth.
    He heard Emily gasp as she finally realized his control was gone. But she didn’t beg for her release. Instead she said, “Do it. Just do it, damn it.”
    He bent his knees and thrust his cock inside her, groaning as her sex clamped around him, hot and tight and wet. He felt huge, thick and powerful, knowing he had complete control of her. The beast and man warred over possession of their mate. The beast momentarily won and he grew even bigger inside her canal, his thrusts coming harder and going deeper.
    But he still wasn’t as deep as he wanted to go. Only two thirds of his cock was inside. A moment of sanity returned when he realized his beast wanted him take that one final plunge without regard for the pain she would surely suffer. He started to pull back out but her arms collapsed and her shoulders hit the sofa’s cushions. Her bottom rose and he felt her body give in to his demands. His eyes glowed golden amber as he slammed his full length inside her. The sheer strength of his thrust lifted her off the ground until her toes barely touched the carpet beneath their feet.
    His claws pierced the skin of her hips as he possessed her. He lunged forward again and again, ramming each solid inch inside her. The walls of her tight pussy scrapped the skin of his cock and he knew they’d both be raw by morning. She made those little meows of pleasure and pain and he knew he couldn’t stop – the crest was upon him. Over and over he slammed inside her until he lost track of the strokes, the time, his very existence. This was a true werewolf mating.
    Submission and domination.
    Pain and pleasure.
    Sweat poured from his body but still he held her. His cock went deeper and deeper with each thrust. He felt himself growing again. His