Wolf on the Run: Salvation Pack, Book 3 Page 7

  “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 w
arned 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.

  He wet a cloth and went back into the bedroom. Cherise was lying there, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow.

  When he touched between her legs with the cloth, she bolted upright. “What are you doing?” She grabbed at the cloth, but he wouldn’t let her take it.

  “Cleaning you up so you’ll sleep more comfortably.” Even though she squirmed and tried to take the cloth from him, he wasn’t about to relinquish it. Her cheeks were stained pink and she slapped at his hands.

  “You shouldn’t do that,” she admonished.

  “Why not? I’ve already had my hands and my mouth on you.” She made a sound of frustration but relented. When he was satisfied, he tossed the cloth aside. Cole lifted her off the bed, yanked back the covers and put her back down. He climbed into bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

  She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re going to be difficult, aren’t you?”

  She sounded so disgruntled, he smiled. “I’m going to be difficult,” he agreed. He positioned her so she had one leg draped over his thighs and an arm across his chest. It felt right to have her next to him. He’d always refrained from actually sleeping with women over the years. Whenever he’d had sex, it was always at the woman’s home so he could leave when it was over. But he didn’t want Cherise to leave.

  He tightened his hold on her. “Sleep. We’ll talk more once you’re rested.”

  “I’m not going to change my mind,” she warned. Her words were slurred with exhaustion. He knew she was almost asleep.

  “I’m not going to change mine either.” He combed his fingers through her hair, enjoying the sensual glide of her tresses against his skin.

  She didn’t answer him back. He felt her body sink deeper against his and knew she was asleep. “I’m not letting you go,” he whispered. “You belong here with me.” He’d never been more certain of anything in his life than he was of that.

  Cole felt more relaxed, more at ease than he’d ever been in his entire life, and he knew it was all due to the woman in his arms. She soothed him, calmed him in a way he’d never known. With her he felt complete.

  And that was something worth fighting for.

  Ryan Hatfield, alpha of the Pike County Pack, wanted to howl with frustration but restrained himself. It wasn’t easy, but he did it. He leaned back in his chair on his front porch and breathed in the cool evening air. As soon as he was done with his brother, he was going to go for a long run.

  “What do you mean Keith and his friends haven’t returned?” Ryan was going to kill his nephew when he returned home. That boy had been nothing but trouble since the day he was born. Unfortunately, he was also his brother’s only son.

  Matthew Hatfield shrugged and dug the toe of his boot into the dirt. He also wouldn’t look Ryan in the eyes. Not a good sign. “He and his buddies went hunting over a week ago. They checked in a few days back, but I haven’t heard from him since.”

  “Have you called him?” Really, if Matt wasn’t his brother, he’d have sent him packing. He had enough to deal with without adding family problems to the mix. Pack business kept him busy enough as it was.

  Matt shrugged again. “He ain’t answering.”

  “Have Lex look into it.” Lex was the most tech savvy of the bunch. “Maybe he can trace Keith’s phone and find out where he is.” Probably out chasing a human woman. That boy thought with his dick more often than his brain. Ryan had hoped he’d outgrow the tendency, but so far it hadn’t happened even though he was in his late twenties.

  Ryan’s gaze narrowed on his brother. “What were they hunting?” This wasn’t just a run though a national park for a lark. He could feel it in his bones. His wolf was worried. Restless.

  Matt gazed off into the distance and Ryan growled. His brother swung his gaze back to his alpha. “A female.”

  He started to relax. It was just as he’d thought. The boys were out chasing pussy. But there was something about the tone of Matt’s voice that told him his nephew wasn’t just looking to get laid. “What has your son done now?”

  Matt squared his shoulders, his stance belligerent. “Only what needed doing. Something you should have seen to long ago.”

  Ryan slowly stood to his full height of six-two. He didn’t repeat his question, only stared at his brother until Matt broke and started talking.

  “He went after Cherise Michaels and her mama.”

  Ryan’s claws erupted from the tips of his fingers and his fangs dropped. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so angry. Matt backed up a step. Ryan could smell his brother’s fear, see the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. Good, he should be scared.

  “You better pray he doesn’t do something stupid that comes back on this pack.” His words were little more than a growl. He strove for control and mastered his wolf. “Find Lex. Get him searching for Keith’s cell phone. I assume Wayne and Gene went with him?” Those three were always together. Bad enough when it was only one of them. Get the three of them together and their intelligence dropped significantly.

  Matt nodded but said nothing, which was probably for the best. “Find them and bring them home.” Ryan jerked his head to the side and his brother fled.

  “Anything wrong?”

  Ryan took a deep breath and slowly released his anger before turning to face his mate. Massie looked as beautiful to him now as she had when he’d mated her twenty-five years ago. He knew her well and could see the concern she tried to hide from him. He hated to worry her, but there was no hiding something this big. It wouldn’t be long before everyone knew they were searching for his nephew and his friends. “Keith may have done something stupid.”

  “Again.” Massie shook her head in disgust making Ryan lips twitch into a small smile. “I swear, that boy doesn’t have any sense at all.”

  He walked toward her and put his arm over her shoulders, guiding her back toward their home. “Come on. I need to get online and check the news reports.”

  “It’s that serious?”

  Ryan stroked his beard. “I don’t know yet. We’ll have to see. If that boy has done something really stupid, I may have a mess to clean up.” And he’d do whatever he had to in order to protect his pack.

  Chapter Seven

  Cole hated to leave Cherise alone in his bed. She’d slept the entire afternoon and evening away and was still sound asleep, snuggled up next to him using his shoulder as a pillow. He’d gotten up hours before, but only long enough to use the bathroom and rescue her knapsack from the front porch before returning to her. He was drawn to her in a way he’d never been to another female.

  But from the sounds coming from the kitchen, he knew Gator was home. He glanced at the bedside clock. It was close to midnight. Louis and Gator must have been back for hours and Gator was still up waiting to talk to him. The pack must have eaten supper over at Jacque’s place so as not to disturb him and Cherise. Cole had heard Anny and Armand head to their room about an hour ago.

  He eased away from Cherise, holding his breath when she snuffled and moved restlessly against the sheets for a moment before settling back into sleep. He smiled as she buried her face against his pillow.

  It really was a miracle she’d survived and was now here with him. Whatever
force had brought her to him, he was glad for it. And he would protect her with his life. These kinds of deep feelings probably wouldn’t make much sense to anyone else, especially a human. But he was a werewolf, and he trusted his animal side implicitly. And his wolf recognized his mate.

  He pulled on his jeans and padded out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. As he’d expected, Gator was in the kitchen pouring a cup of freshly made coffee. His friend took in his mussed appearance and poured him a cup without even asking if he wanted one. Cole took the mug from him and sipped. The brew was hot and strong, just the way he liked it.

  “Any problems?” he asked Gator.

  “Nope. The truck is gone and I dumped their cell phones while we were there.” Gator walked to the table, sank down onto a chair and stretched his long legs out in front of him. “Got three grand for the truck.” He motioned to an envelope on the table.

  Cole ambled over to stand beside the window in the dining area. He peered out into the darkness, his eyes seeing every detail. “Good. Don’t tell, Cherise.” He turned his back on the night and faced his friend.

  Gator lifted one eyebrow in question. “Why not?”

  “I don’t want to make it easier for her to run.” A decent man might feel guilty about not immediately giving Cherise the money, but Cole shrugged away any doubts. The best thing for her was to stay here. The thought of her running around unprotected was enough to give him nightmares.

  “Ahh.” That one word made him want to punch Gator in the face. The fact that it was accompanied by a sly smile and a knowing glint in his friend’s eye just added to that urge.

  “Got a problem with that?” He set his mug down on the table and put his hands on his hips, his stance aggressive.