Wolf on the Run: Salvation Pack, Book 3

by N. J. Walters

  There was something exciting about having a man like that at her mercy. And the funny thing was she’d found his pleasure was her pleasure. He looked so primal with his head thrown back, the muscles in his thick neck taut, dark-blond hair brushing his wide shoulders.

  The base of his shaft swelled and her pussy spasmed. If they were having sex, he’d be locked inside her now, spilling his seed into her, not able to pull out for long minutes.

  She swallowed, hollowing her cheeks for better suction, taking every bit of his passion. He tasted good. Musky and warm. She licked him clean and slowly sat back. His fingers were still tangled in her hair so she couldn’t go far.

  He swallowed heavily, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. Everything about Cole was utterly masculine. He was rough and tough, yet he could be tender too.

  He tilted his head forward and stared at her. She thought he might say something but he shook his head and slowly drew her to her feet. Leaning down, he captured her mouth.

  They’d kissed before, but there was something different about this one. Cherise almost panicked. As if sensing her turmoil, Cole released his grip on her hair and banded his arms around her waist.

  His tongue teased hers, stroking and touching until she returned the caress. He groaned and she felt his erection flex against her stomach. He was hard again. Hadn’t really gone soft. Another reminder that a werewolf male wasn’t like a human. He could go several rounds before having to take a break.

  Cole broke the kiss and swept her into his arms. “I’m not taking any chances with anyone coming home.”

  “Maybe I like to live dangerously.”

  The look he gave her could have singed the paint off the walls. His werewolf was still very aroused. “I’m not going to stop with fucking you just once. I don’t think you want Gator or Armand to see you sprawled naked on the floor with my dick inside you.”

  His raw words made her catch her breath.

  “Besides, I don’t think Gator would approve of us messing up his kitchen.”

  The laugh caught her by surprise, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was too easy to imagine a disgruntled Gator chastising them for having sex on the kitchen counter or floor.

  Cole yanked up his jeans but didn’t bother to zip them. Then he carried her into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. He released her legs and let her feet touch the hardwood. Cherise was suddenly very aware of the fact she needed a shower. Badly.

  “Um, I should get cleaned up.” She motioned toward the bathroom.

  Cole smiled. Not the little half smiles she was used to, but an honest-to-God smile. The man should come with a warning label—dangerous to women’s libidos. She wanted to take a bite out of his rock-hard abs.

  “Now that is a stellar idea.” He curled his fingers over the neckline of her shirt and ripped. What buttons remained on the garment quickly tore away, scattering over the floor. “I like you in my clothes.” He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. His sharp teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Then he licked his tongue over the area, sending shivers down her spine. “But,” he continued, “I like you better out of them.”

  He had the shirt off and her bra unhooked and gone before she could blink. The man was fast.

  Nudity was common among werewolves. It had to be when you had men and women shifting from human form to their wolves. But people were respectful and it was natural.

  This was nothing like that.

  Having Cole’s gaze on her was making her skin incredibly warm. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples tight. She cupped the mounds in her hands, trying to ease some of the sensual ache.

  Cole sucked in his breath and growled, the low sound vibrating through her. He leaned down and lapped at one taut bud. Cherise felt that small touch all the way to her core. Her pussy clenched and she knew her panties were damp with her desire.

  He rubbed his face over her breasts, stroking his cheeks against each mound. The sounds of pleasure he made amped up her own. “Cole.”

  He lifted his head and nodded. “Right. Shower.”

  She’d forgotten all about getting cleaned up. But he was right. She really needed to shower.

  She backed away, whirled around and headed toward the bathroom. Maybe a few minutes alone would help her get her equilibrium back. Whenever she was around Cole it was impossible for her to think rationally. She always felt off-balance, off-kilter.

  Cherise glanced in the bathroom mirror and gasped. Cole was right behind her. She spun around. “What are you doing?”

  He reached for the opening of her jeans. “Helping you get cleaned up.” The expression on his face was hopeful, almost playful. It was such a difference from his usual stoic demeanor it totally disarmed her.

  “You want to shower with me?” She’d never done that with any man before.

  “God, yes.” He crouched down and helped her remove the rest of her clothing. He was naked but for his jeans, which were hitched over his hips but undone. His erection speared out through the open zipper.

  The idea of showering with Cole intrigued her. Being able to run her hands over his wet, soapy chest. Oh yeah, she was there. That was a memory she definitely wanted to make.

  She turned and sauntered toward the shower, making sure to put a little extra sway in her walk. “You’re overdressed if you want to join me.”

  She heard the flurry of cloth being removed behind her and almost smiled. Her skin almost hurt it was so sensitive. Even the warm air in the room was arousing. What would the water feel like?

  Cherise turned the taps and adjusted the flow until she got the temperature she wanted. Then she stepped into the shower and let the water cascade over her.

  A thick groan echoed through the room. She turned and her eyes widened. Cole had his big hand wrapped around his thick shaft and was pumping up and down as he watched her. He was a lot rougher with his cock than she’d been. It was quite a turn-on to watch him touch himself.

  But she wanted more than that.

  Cherise crooked her finger and he started toward her. Like the predator he was, he prowled closer, his movements fluid. In spite of the heat surrounding her, goose bumps raced down her arms.

  He stepped into the shower enclosure, shrinking the ample space until it felt crowded. He really was a massive male.

  His gaze pinned her in place as he reached for the soap and rubbed it between his large hands. Bubbles frothed as the lather grew thicker. Cherise shuddered, her entire body tingling with anticipation.

  Like any good hunter, Cole knew when to press his advantage. Cherise had wanted to shower by herself, but he didn’t think it was a good thing to give her time to think. Especially not when he was sporting a major hard-on. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind about having sex with him.

  The running water pattered against the shower tiles. Cherise’s breathing hitched and grew faster. He could smell her arousal even above the woodsy scent of his soap. He inhaled deeply, drawing the delectable aroma into his lungs.

  He tossed the bar of soap back onto the built-in ledge. Lather and bubbles coated his hands. He covered her breasts and rubbed, sliding his palms over her turgid nipples. Cherise gasped and swayed toward him.

  A low humming sound welled up inside him. Not quite a growl and certainly not a purr, but something in-between. Her skin was soft, her breasts firm and lovely. He skimmed his hands higher, coating her shoulders and upper arms with frothy suds.

  Her lips parted on a moan when he stroked his fingers over her neck. He’d already figured out her neck was extremely sensitive. He leaned forward and nuzzled her ear. “I’m going to wash you all over.”

  She shuddered and his body hardened. His balls ached for release, but there was no way he was going to allow that to happen until Cherise had come at least once, maybe twice before he let himself go again.

  He licked his lips in anticipation. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, chère?” Cole caught her earlobe between his teeth and lightly bit down. She clung t
o him, digging her short fingernails into his biceps. Oh yeah, she definitely liked that idea.

  He shifted position and rubbed his chest against her breasts, smearing the soap all over them both. The hard nubs of her nipples peeked out from beneath the bubbles, enticing him.

  Cole cupped the firm mounds again and teased the tips before sliding his hands down her slender ribcage. He frowned when he felt her fragile bones beneath his fingers. She was too skinny. He needed to take better care of her.

  Her hips flared out and he knelt so he could stroke his hands down her firm thighs. Her legs went on forever, the muscles long and lean.

  “Lean against the wall.” He guided her to where he wanted her. Cherise eased her body around and rested her spine against the smooth tiles. She arched her back slightly when the cool met her warm skin.

  Cole growled low as the movement presented her breasts to him. The water had washed away the soap, leaving them bare to his view. Water beaded, rolling down the slope of her breasts and dripping off her nipples.

  He surged upward and caught one tender tip between his lips and sucked. Cherise gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

  What was she thinking? He wished he knew. It was obvious she wanted him, but he needed more than just a physical connection. He needed emotional bonds as well.

  “You taste so sweet, like wild strawberries straight off the vine.” He kissed a path down her flat stomach until he was kneeling again. He dipped his tongue into her belly button and felt her shiver. He nipped at her hipbones and she groaned.

  He’d teased them both enough. His cock was throbbing nonstop now and his wolf was howling inside him.

  Primal instincts took over. He had to taste his woman. Now.

  He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. The new position opened her pussy to him. The folds were pink and wet and swollen. Her clit was peeking out from behind its protective hood. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves and was rewarded with Cherise’s moan of pleasure.

  “Like honey and cream,” he muttered. He swiped his tongue over her labia again and again, stimulating the tender flesh. Cherise’s hips chased him, following his tongue whenever he pulled away. She was making little sounds of pleasure and need that made his testicles swell and his cock throb.

  He thrust his tongue past her opening, pushing it inward as far as it would go. She yelled his name and shoved her hips toward him.

  Cole withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two thick fingers, sliding them deep into her core. Her inner muscles clamped down hard. He moaned and captured her clit, working it with his tongue and lips.

  Her entire body stiffened and then she released a high-pitched cry as she came. He felt her orgasm in every cell of his body. It echoed in his soul. She bucked against his fingers as he worked them in and out of her wet core.

  She was gasping for breath when he slid his fingers out of her and stood. Her eyes were shut and her wet hair was plastered against her head and neck.

  He couldn’t wait.

  He lifted her, bracing her back against the wall. Her eyes flew open and her lips parted in surprise. He leaned in and kissed her, swallowing her gasp. He claimed her mouth as his own, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue.

  It was as erotic as hell.

  Cole had to get inside her. He fitted the head of his cock to her opening and plunged balls deep. Cherise gasped and wrapped her legs around his flanks, locking her heels at the base of his spine.

  He rested his forehead against the cool tile and struggled for breath. Her pussy squeezed his cock possessively, as if she would never let him go. He liked the idea that she was as hungry for him as he was for her.

  “It’s too much,” she gasped.

  He lifted his head and caught her face with one hand. He shook his head. “No, it will never be enough.”

  Cole began to move, flexing his hips in and out. He held her hips and found a rhythm they both liked. Cherise worked with him, undulating her hips in tandem with his. In and out, slowly at first and gradually faster and faster.

  He spread his legs and braced his feet. With one arm under her ass, he fucked her hard, pistoning into her body. She dug her nails into his shoulders and the slight pain made him growl. He buried his face in her neck and teased the tender flesh with his teeth.

  Cherise went wild. She bucked against him, driving him even deeper with each thrust. He howled when he came, emptying his seed into her. She clamped her arms and legs around him and held him tight. He never wanted her to let him go.

  His cock flexed and jerked as he came. And she answered him, her pussy tightening and releasing around his shaft. Cole leaned against the wall for support and sucked much-needed air into his lungs.

  She shivered and he realized the water had turned cold. He reached out and shut off the spray. The silence surrounded them, punctuated by the occasional plink of water as it dripped from the showerhead.

  He stepped from the shower with Cherise still locked close, his cock still buried in her pussy. The base of his shaft was still swollen and there was no way he could disengage from her yet. He grabbed a towel and handed it to her. She rubbed it over her face and then used it to squeeze the excess water from her hair.

  “That was…” She licked her lips. “That was…”

  “Shh.” He gently kissed her lips. They didn’t need to talk now. Not when they were still joined in the most intimate ways. He wanted to savor the moment.

  Cherise rested her head against his shoulder and released a tired sigh. The obvious sign of trust brought a lump to his throat. He held her there until he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer. It wasn’t easy, but he lifted her off his cock, disengaging from her body. He released her and immediately enveloped her in a thick towel, rubbing her gently until she was dry. That done, he roughly dragged the damp cloth over his body.

  She was shivering now. Her body had not recovered enough to regulate her body temperature. Or maybe she couldn’t. He still wasn’t sure how much she was like a regular werewolf. She was stronger and faster than a human. He’d seen evidence of that with his own eyes.

  “You’re cold.” It came out almost accusing.

  She shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself. “I can usually manage my body temperature, but not when I’m tired or worn out. It simply takes too much effort.”

  That answered his question. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed. “You need to rest.”

  “You do like to order me around, don’t you?” He almost grinned at her tart reply.

  “We still need to talk,” he reminded her.

  She shook her head. “I won’t change my mind.”

  “You will.” He wouldn’t stand for anything less.

  “Stubborn.” She pulled the covers up over her shoulders and turned out, facing away from him.

  This time he did grin. She wasn’t getting rid of him that easily. He climbed into bed behind her and spooned his body around hers, pulling until her back pressed against his chest.

  Cherise sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

  He had quite a few suggestions, the topmost being that she love him. But he kept his mouth shut. She shivered a few times, but eventually her skin warmed. She snuggled deeper into his pillow and sighed.

  He knew the minute she fell asleep. Her entire body seemed to go boneless. He held her for a few more minutes before he rolled out of bed and grabbed a clean pair of jeans. He let himself out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind him.

  It was time to do some research.

  Armand and Gator were sprawled on the two couches in the living room, waiting for him. “Where’s Anny?”

  Armand sat up and rubbed his fingers through his hair. “She’s over with Gwen. She’s making pies. Apple, cherry and lemon meringue.”

  Cole glanced at the hallway. The last thing he wanted was for Cherise to overhear them. “I need some help.” Armand was damn good at find
ing things with his computer. And what he couldn’t immediately find, he’d eventually dig up.

  “What do you need, mon ami?” Gator asked.

  “Answers,” he replied.

  “You want to know about her former pack?” Armand rose from the sofa as he spoke and headed toward the desk tucked in an alcove in the corner of the room.

  “I want to know everything.” Cole followed him and pulled over a chair.

  Armand opened his laptop and went to work. Gator headed toward the kitchen. “This could take some time, and I need coffee.”

  Cole relaxed slightly, although he knew he wouldn’t fully relax until Cherise’s former pack was no longer a problem. Because then and only then would he have a chance at convincing her to stay with him, to mate with him, to love him forever.

  Chapter Eleven

  Seven days later, Cherise wondered what she was still doing in Salvation. She’d done little more than eat, sleep and rest for the past week. The pack was doing its best to make friends with her, and little by little they were chipping away at her defenses.

  She liked it here. It was peaceful surrounded by the forest. She’d seen no other people outside the pack since she’d arrived. And that was just fine with her. She liked everyone in the small pack. They were open and friendly, offering her a place among them. She especially liked sleeping with Cole every night. They had an unspoken agreement that she spend her nights in his bed. She didn’t mind. In fact, she was sleeping better than she had in years. Having his big body wrapped around hers, holding her tight, made her feel more secure than she had since she was young.

  Heck, she even liked the cats. They’d been suspicious of her at first, and understandably so. But their wariness hadn’t lasted very long. Seymour and Tigger were getting used to her and now allowed her to pet them when they were in the mood for attention.

  Cole hadn’t brought up her staying. But he didn’t have to. Every action he took, every suggestion he made all centered around her staying with him and his pack.