Wolf on the Run: Salvation Pack, Book 3 (6 page)

“I can walk away now and leave you alone. You’re safe here no matter what.” It occurred to him that she might feel as though she had to sleep with him in order to be safe. That idea left him cold and his erection deflated.

The longer Cherise went without saying anything, the more he suspected he’d been right to have concerns. Cole started to roll away, but she stopped him. She curled her fingers around the outer part of his biceps. “Cole?”

He shook his head. “I want you, Cherise. But I don’t want you to feel as though you have to do this. I’ll protect you whether you sleep with me or not.” He wanted that fact made very clear.

“I know.” She sighed and rubbed her hand over his upper arm. “I’m confused about a lot of things right now.”

“I know.” He was a bastard to pressure her like this.

“But there’s one thing I’m sure of.” She sat up, wrapped her hand around the back of his head and tugged him closer. He went easily, letting her guide him where she would.

She kissed him this time. It was soft and tentative, but it was real. His erection sprang to life as desire surged through him once again. Cherise wanted him.

Cole moaned and took control of the kiss. Her lips were so sweet, so soft. He could kiss her all day long. But there was so much more to explore. He wanted to touch and taste every part of her. He wanted to hear her sigh with pleasure. But most of all, he wanted to hear her scream his name when she came.

His cock flexed in agreement. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the discomfort of his tight jeans, but it didn’t help. Nothing would except being buried in Cherise’s warmth.

Cole reached for the buttons on her shirt. He liked the fact she was wearing a piece of his clothing. It gave him a primitive thrill to have his woman wrapped in something that belonged to him.

His wolf howled inside him, impatient to see her. Cole snarled and ripped the garment open. Several buttons pinged off the floor. He spread the shirt wide and studied the plain white bra Cherise wore. It was made of cheap cotton and her nipples were outlined against it.

Cole groaned and reached for her, covered her breasts with his large hands. She wasn’t overly endowed, but her breasts were well-shaped and firm. He thumbed her nipples and was delighted when they pebbled even more beneath his touch.

He glanced up at Cherise and took in her wide-eyed gaze. “Breathe,” he told her.

Breath whooshed out of her and then she sucked in more air.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promised her. “If I do anything you don’t like, just tell me and I’ll stop.” That was a promise he’d keep no matter what it cost him.

Chapter Six

Cherise was finding it difficult to catch her breath. The way Cole looked at her stole the very air from her lungs. His eyes darkened as he skimmed the pads of his thumbs over her distended nipples. The sensation was electric and extended from her breasts all the way to her pussy. She’d never been so aroused in her life.

It was crazy to even contemplate having sex with Cole. Not only was he practically a stranger, but she couldn’t afford any attachments, not with her former pack hunting her. The last thing she wanted to do was bring trouble to these people who’d been nothing but kind to her.

But her attraction to Cole was off the charts. Maybe it was because he’d saved her life. Maybe it was because for the first time in her life she was with a man who was more than human, one who knew and understood what she was and wanted her anyway. There was freedom in that.

Mostly, it was because Cole was who he was—loyal, courageous and not afraid to take a stand for what he believed. That was rare. The fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous was a bonus.

He was big. Everywhere. She’d seen him naked when he’d shifted. Cherise had seen many naked males when she was younger. Shifters came to accept such things as normal. But she’d never seen any other male who compared to Cole. His shoulders were almost as wide as the doorway. His biceps were huge. And his cock was more than a little intimidating.

Yet she wanted him.

He was watching her, trying to gauge her reaction to his touch. He’d meant what he’d said when he told her he’d go slow. She appreciated that. The last thing she wanted was to feel mauled or rushed.

Cherise shuddered as the memory of racing through the woods, of running for her very life, threatened to kill her desire. Then Cole leaned down and sucked her nipple through her cotton bra and all other thoughts fled.

She threaded her fingers through his shaggy blond hair and held him close. Heat raced through her body, warming her, driving away the bad memories. They had no place here.

Cole nuzzled the curve of her breast. “Let’s get rid of this.” He unhooked the front closure of her bra and eased it open, exposing her to his heated gaze. He gave a low growl and lowered his head again, this time capturing her bare nipple between his lips. He sucked the hard nub and she cried out at the delicious sensation.

She gripped his shoulders, loving the play of muscles beneath his smooth skin.

Cole acted like a man with all the time in the world. He licked and nuzzled her breasts, teased her nipples, alternately sucking them with his lips and laving them with his tongue.

Cherise was wild, arching up to get more of his touch. She felt empty inside and knew only he could ease the growing need within her. “Cole.” His name was little more than a breathy sigh.

He sat up and tenderly brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “I want you naked.” He reached for her shirt and bra. They were both open, but she was still wearing them. She sat up long enough to help him get rid of them.

Cole removed her sneakers and socks and tossed them aside. He paused as he touched the button on her jeans. She nodded and he quickly unfastened it and pulled down the zipper. Cherise nibbled on her bottom lip as he peeled the jeans and her underwear down her legs, leaving her totally naked.

He said nothing, but his gaze traced every inch of her body from her toes all the way to her head, lingering at the juncture of her thighs and her breasts. “Oh,
chère
. You are lovely.”

The way he said it had her nipples tightening and her pussy aching.

She licked her lips. “Now you.” She wanted him as naked as she was.

One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Whatever my lady wants.”

My lady
. She didn’t read anything into those two words. It was pillow talk, nothing more. Still, it sounded good and made her warm and tingly inside.

Cole stood next to the bed, towering over her. He undid his jeans and shoved them down his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so his cock popped free from its confinement. He was impressive fully clothed. Naked, he was truly magnificent.

His cock was long and thick, the head darker in color than the shaft. He seemed to grow larger before her very eyes. She swallowed hard and met his gaze.

“Don’t worry. We’ll fit,” he promised. And she believed him. Right now, she’d believe anything he told her.

Cole came down onto the bed beside her and placed his hand on her stomach. His skin was rough but warm. Thick calluses covered his palm, a sign he wasn’t afraid of hard work. Cherise found it a huge turn-on.

He moved his hand over the inward curve of her waist and down her hip, following the contours of her body. Goose bumps rose on her skin in his wake. Cole leaned down and kissed her. She clung to him, needing the reassurance. She felt emotionally and physically fragile at the moment. Not a sensation she particularly liked, but somehow she felt safe with this man.

He trailed his lips down the line of her jaw and over her neck. He licked her collarbone and the valley between her breasts. Cherise moaned and dug her nails into his biceps. “Cole.” She wanted more but didn’t quite know how to ask for it. She’d had sex before, but she was far from experienced. Those encounters had been with humans, male coworkers she’d been attracted to. She’d been searching for some kind of closeness and connection but, ultimately, she’d always been left feeling cold and unfulfilled. And nothing had prepared her for how Cole made her feel.

“Hmm,” he replied. “Let me touch you.” He lightly skimmed his fingers over her stomach. “Taste you.” He flicked one nipple with his tongue.

Cherise couldn’t answer him. Her body was on fire with sensation. Everywhere he touched her burned with a growing desire.

Cole worked his way down her body until he was sprawled between her thighs. She wasn’t sure she was ready for such intimacy, but he wasn’t waiting. He hooked his arms beneath her thighs and spread them wide, exposing her pussy to him. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

When he opened his eyes, they were like green fire. “I can’t wait to taste you.” And he didn’t. He licked all the way up one side of her pussy and down the other. Cherise cried out, gripped his hair and held on for dear life.

Cole found her clit, sucked the small bud into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Cherise almost came off the bed. She tugged harder on his hair, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going. But the decision was out of her hands. It seemed he had no plans to stop.

He eased one thick finger into her slick channel. Cherise bit her lip and pushed into his touch. He slowly pulled back. She cried out, not wanting him to leave her.

“It’s all right,
chère
,” he crooned. This time he pushed two long fingers deep into her core. Cherise bowed up to meet him. It felt so good. Better than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.

He continued the slow in and out of his fingers while sucking and tugging on her clit. Cherise couldn’t hold out and didn’t even try. Her orgasm slammed into her hard and fast. She cried out as her pussy clamped down on his fingers and coated them with cream.

She felt afraid and adrift with only her hold on Cole to anchor her.

When the spasms finally lessened, she released her death grip on his hair and let her hands fall to the bed beside her. She tried to speak, but no words would come.

Cole sat back on his heels and licked her cream off his fingers. She should have been self-conscious, but there was no room for embarrassment between them.

Then he smiled at her. Cherise blinked. Cole had been gorgeous in a rugged way before, but when he smiled he was lethal to her heart.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Cole ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the taste of Cherise. Sweet and spicy. Delicious. He could live to be two-hundred, which was a possibility given his genetic makeup, and he knew he’d never taste anything quite as satisfying as Cherise’s desire.

She was sprawled on his bed, her legs parted, her pussy wet from her orgasm. Her lips were red and moist from his kisses and her eyes were glazed. The lush mounds of her breasts beckoned him to touch them.

He hooked her legs over his forearms and leaned in, rubbing his swollen cock against her moist pussy, coating the hard length with her cream. Cherise moaned and his balls tightened. He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming.

There was no artifice, no games with Cherise. She gave him all her passion freely with nothing held back. It was intoxicating.

He stroked his shaft over her pussy, making sure to touch her clit with each pass. She moaned and thrashed beneath him. “What do you want,
ma belle
? Tell me.” He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath, but only if she wanted him too.

Her gray eyes were dark, like the sky before a thunderstorm. She chewed on her bottom lip and he held his breath. “You,” she replied. “I want you.”

Cole warned himself to take his time, to not rush. But he had to get inside Cherise now before he totally lost control. He pushed the thick head of his cock just past the opening of her slick channel. Her inner muscles contracted around him and he clenched his fists against the mattress. The pressure on the head of his cock was exquisite pleasure and pain at the same time.

Cherise panted hard. He waited, praying her body would adjust to the invasion of his. Just when he thought he might lose it, she arched against him. The movement was slight, but it was enough. He slid his shaft deeper, one slow inch at a time. Her pussy clamped down hard around him, squeezing his dick.

He thanked God werewolves didn’t have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases, and he was free to feel every inch of her pussy wrapped around his shaft. As for pregnancy…it wasn’t likely, especially since Cherise was unable to shift. While he didn’t know for certain, it was likely that defect would make it harder, if not impossible for her to conceive. She wasn’t human, nor was she fully werewolf. Cherise was more like a half-breed and having children was practically unheard of for half-breeds. He hoped he was wrong. The thought briefly saddened him but was wiped from his mind when her inner muscles clamped down hard around him.

“Fuck.” He leaned forward and took a deep breath. Then he pushed the rest of the way in, not stopping until he was buried to the balls inside her.

He raised his head, worried about Cherise. Her eyes were closed and her lips were swollen and moist. “Look at me.” His voice was harsher than he’d like, but he was poised on the edge of cliff and it wouldn’t take much to push him over.

Her eyelids fluttered open. Desire mixed with fear in her eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?” It might kill him, but he’d do it.

She shook her head.

“Talk to me, Cherise.” He needed to know she was with him.

She reached out and touched his face, her fingers soft and gentle. “I want you, Cole, more than I’ve ever wanted another man.”

Cole broke. He swore and began to thrust in and out of her slick heat. Slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. He shoved her legs up, pushing her knees toward her head, which allowed him to go deeper and harder.

Her pussy squeezed him with each advance and retreat. Her fingernails grazed his shoulders. He fucked her hard and fast. His balls drew up tight.

He didn’t want to come without her finding release again. He shifted position and pushed his arm beneath her, angling her body so her clit brushed against his pelvis with each stroke.

Cherise cried out and her breathing grew more ragged. Cole panted hard, his lungs straining as though he’d run ten miles nonstop. His balls clenched to the point of pain. His orgasm shot up the length of his shaft and out the top. He yelled her name as he came and then slammed his mouth down on hers. He caught her gasp. Felt her pussy spasm around his cock as she found her own release.

His head threatened to explode as he continued to empty his seed into her. He kissed her, sucking her tongue, stealing her breath. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get enough of her.

He finally pulled away and practically collapsed on top of her. The base of his cock was still swollen, locked inside of her and would be for a while. Cole rolled to the side, taking her with him so they faced one another.

“That was…” her voice trailed off.

“Amazing,” he finished for her. He lifted her hand to his lips, turned it over and kissed her palm. She looked tired. He knew she had to be exhausted after the day she’d had. “Sleep,” he told her. “I’ve got you.”

She shook her head. “I can’t stay here.”

The fact that she could say such a thing when he was still swollen inside her bothered him greatly. But he kept his anger from showing. He stroked his hands over her shoulders and down her spine, smiling to himself when she leaned into his touch. She might not want to admit it, but instinctually she knew there was something between them, something that went beyond the physical. He knew she was frightened of those feelings.

“Yes, you can.” He kept up a slow, steady stoke up and down her back. “Is it better for you to be out in the world alone?” He answered his own question before she could. “No, it’s not. Your former pack doesn’t know you’re here. Gator would have let me know if he’d found any calls on their cell phones that might lead anyone here.”

“There was nothing?” Her voice was low and breathless.

Cole didn’t know for sure, but answered with confidence. “If he’d been worried about another attack, he would have warned us.” And that was the truth. They were very security conscious around here.

“Still, it’s not right for me to bring my troubles to your door. You’ve already done enough.” Cherise took a deep breath and cupped his face between her hands. “Thank you for saving my life. But I can’t repay you by bringing the wrath of my former pack down on you and yours. You know that I’m right.”

Cole kissed her and slowly disengaged from her body even though his cock was still semi-erect. She moaned and shuddered as he pulled his shaft from her snug depths. He rolled out of bed and padded into the bathroom, doing his best to get a handle on his anger. He wasn’t mad with Cherise. He was mad at the situation. She truly believed she should leave. It was up to him to convince her otherwise.