Leaders Of The Pack

(Yes, this is Faolan on the cover) Olathe has just come through the gory and spectacular death of her Psycho ex vampire boyfriend Taylor. And yet, she's confronted with more problems! Crazy people come over and torture her mate and her, then tell her she's some sort of rarity and that she has five - yes, five - mates, and one of them is a werewolf's natural born enemy- What the hell? Could her life get any more interesting?!


4. Tutoring?

The morning light burns into my eyelids.

Agh, blinds!

I sit up slowly, keeping my eyes shut tight. With a groan, I rub my eyes, blinking rapidly until they settle to my bright surroundings. I sigh deeply, staring anywhere but that horrid window to my right, the thing that lets light into my room every morning. Unhappily, I drag myself out of bed, and walk down stairs, still in my pajamas.


"Morning, beautiful."

In shock, my head whips up to catch Faolan in the kitchen, walking around in his underwear. I blush furiously. "What are you doing? If my parents find you-" I begin, but Fay cuts me off. "Your parents left me to take care of you. I'm supposed to tutor you on the basics of being an alpha."

I frown. "Then why are you in your underwear?"

"Didn't say I had to start now."


I stand still as Faolan leaves what he's doing, before beginning to walk towards me. My eyes are locked on his. I can't seem to look away.

Faolan eventually reaches me, and hugs me tightly, pressing my body against his. With a growl of dominance, he presses his lips to mine, tenderly at first, then roughly afterward. We begin walking backwards, mouths still locked, and eventually I hit a wall. I groan softly, and as Faolan pulls his lips away from mine, my breath is hot and his touch sends warm tingles through me. He trails kisses up and down my neck, lifting my knee and placing it against his hip. His fingers trail up my thigh, and he tentatively pulls down my shorts and panties, as if asking if he could.

"Oh, Faolan, yes!" I moan, my own need burning like a hot ball of fire inside me. He tears them off, tossing them on the floor.

Faolan then lifts me up, and walks up the stairs and into my bedroom, before we both collapse onto the matress.


Faolan's arms are wrapped around my lower back, and our legs are tangled together. My forehead is against Faolan's chest, his chin on my head as we lay there, catching our breaths. I close my eyes, savouring the warmth that's currently spreading from my heart. Faolan's fingers softly stroke my bare back, and his soft breath warms my head.

'Well,' I send through telepathy, 'that was fun.' Faolan laughs softly. "Is it so difficult to speak?" He asks.


"But I prefer speaking to you."

'Too bad.'

Faolan eventually gives up, sighing uncerimoniously.


'Fine. You win. Now let's get dressed before your parents get home.'

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