Leader of the Pack
glance back at the angry lycan pounding into her from behind. One look at Cullen’s face and Celia wished she had just taken it and not looked. He was staring at the wall above the head of the bed. His eyes were on fire and she imagined that this was the face his enemies saw just before he ripped their throats out.
    Celia turned away from the scene and closed her eyes, tears squeezing out from beneath her lids and focused on the number of times he had fucked her and the passion had more than made up for the lack of love in his touch. She just held onto the bed and took the punishment of his cock ripping into her over and over again. She wondered what had brought him to this kind of mood and then decided that she didn’t really want to know that.
    Cullen growled anger and frustration and he plunged into Celia. All he could think about was that shortly the body beneath him would be Jenna and that the one he wanted would eventually go to someone else. He forced himself into Celia knowing that he was probably hurting her. But he also knew that she was strong and could take it. He had seen her accept worse from others in the name of rough play. He never considered that she might see it as different coming from him. He felt his balls slap against her mound, driving himself into her faster and harder. He closed his eyes and imagined Aislinn lying beneath him begging him to go harder and pleading for more. With the image solid in his mind he felt his sack tighten and pulled out of Celia just in time to spray her ass and back with his cum.
    Falling back from her into a sitting position Cullen watched Celia slump down on the bed, burying her face in a pillow from the head of the bed. He knew that she didn’t get anything out of what he had just done to her. Feeling guilty for using her like that he growled at himself and got up off the bed. Cullen rubbed his face with both hands and tried to block out everything that had happened that evening.
    Cullen started getting dressed, leaving Celia lying naked on the bed. “Sorry,” he said in frustration as he grabbed his coat and shoes then headed out of the room without looking back.

Chapter 4
    Is math an sgàthan sùil caraide.
    A friend’s eye is a good looking-glass.
    -Gaelic Proverb

    Cullen sat in his office staring out the window. He was still trying to wrap his brain around the latest information he had received. Originally he had believed that the raids his southern border was suffering were perpetrated by the LaRayne. Stephen LaRayne, alpha asshole, of that pack had always been trouble. When he wanted to torment the human population he had a tendency to do it on other people’s land so that the branch of the government that periodically monitored and helped to hide the lycan population would blame someone else.
    Cullen had been in the process of explaining to the feds that he knew about the raids, they weren’t originating from his pack, and he was in the process of getting the situation under control. “Muin,” he swore as he looked over the reports that showed the raids moving closer and closer to the city. That wasn’t like LaRayne. He didn’t go any farther than he had to and he didn’t chance his men getting caught, which was a distinct possibility of going too deep into someone else’s territory.
    At the moment the reports were scattered. The raids involved “animal-like men breaking into and searching buildings” in various locations. There was no information about what they were looking for or why. He also was confused by the “animal-like” description. When it was lycans the description involved terms like wolf or large dog. The implication was that the raiders were lycan. It could be one of the other weres. The descriptions appeared to put the raiders on four legs. Katta could do the kind of damage he was looking at, if they bothered to get organized. But the lions were the only ones that ever operated in a group.
    The knock on the door had Cullen

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