Wolf on the Run: Salvation Pack, Book 3 (10 page)

She lowered herself to her knees in front of him. His nostrils flared and a muscle twitched beneath his left eye. “You don’t have to do this,
ma belle
.”

She smiled up at him. “I know.” She squeezed his shaft and slid her hand up and down. “I want to.” She licked her lips and knew he was lost when he threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her toward him.

Chapter Ten

Cole had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Cherise. It took all his self-discipline not to pluck her off the floor, strip her naked and lay her across the counter so he could lick and suck every inch of her lovely body before he fucked her.

He knew she was trying to distract him from their conversation, and she was doing a hell of a job. Talking was overrated anyway. Better to show her what things could be like between them. He didn’t fear she’d get away from him now, not with all of the male wolves on alert. Oh, she’d run if she got the chance. But he simply wasn’t going to give her the opportunity.

Kneeling at his feet, she was a fantasy come to life. She licked her lips and squeezed his cock before bringing her mouth closer. Her warm breath fanned over the head of his dick. He’d believed he was as hard as he could get. He was wrong.

“Fuck.” He sucked in a breath as she closed her sweet lips around the tip of his shaft. Her clever tongue traced the ridge at the base of the head. Cole thought his brain might explode with the sheer pleasure of it. He flexed his hips. “More.” His voice was guttural, more growl than words.

She peered up at him with her mysterious gray eyes, and the corners of her mouth tilted upward. Thick, black lashes fell, hiding her eyes from his gaze. She slid her mouth lower, taking him deep.

Inside him, his wolf howled. Cole wanted to do the same but managed not to. A howl would bring the rest of the wolves running. And wouldn’t that be fun. Not.

No way did he want anything to interrupt them.

He tightened his grip on her silky locks and urged her to look up at him. “Bedroom.” Talking in complete sentences was beyond him.

She shook her head and sucked his cock harder. Cole thought he saw stars when her tongue stroked his shaft, tracing the long, thick vein that ran the entire length. He leaned against the counter for support, spread his legs and braced himself.

Cherise shoved his pants down to his hips and cupped his heavy sac in her hands. He groaned when she massaged his balls, her touch firm and sure.

Every muscle in his body was taut with anticipation. “I’m coming,” he warned, wanting to give her enough time to pull back if this wasn’t what she wanted.

She sucked even harder. Cole wanted to make it last, wanted to enjoy every last second of the sensual attention she was gifting him with, but he couldn’t hold out. This wasn’t just any woman pleasuring him. This was
the
woman.
His
woman.

Women had gone down on him in the past, but no blowjob had ever felt quite like this one. His balls tightened and he felt a familiar tingling at the base of his cock.

He bucked his hips. Felt himself coming. He shouted her name when he found release. And he almost lost his mind when she continued to suck and swallow, drawing out his pleasure.

Cherise had never experienced anything quite like this before. She’d given blowjobs a time or two before for other men she’d dated. Human men. But Cole was werewolf. He was bigger and stronger than any other man she’d ever met.

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 to 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.