Wolf at the Door: Salvation Pack, Book 1 by N.J. Walters

sensitive skin at the base of her neck between sharp teeth and lightly nipped. “Why not?”
    “Because.” She really couldn’t think of a better explanation. She was too busy trying not to come with him barely touching her. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
    He slipped his hand over her bare thigh, shoving the hem of the shirt out of his way. His fingers touched the edge of the silk boxers and he smiled. “You like it.” He dipped beneath the hem and touched her sex. She was wet and hot. “You really like it.” Male satisfaction was evident in his voice.
    “That’s beside the point. You kidnapped me for crying out loud, and I don’t sleep with strangers, especially kidnapping strangers.” She was grasping at straws and knew it. Her body was on fire for him, wanted him with a fierce yearning, driving out all other sane thoughts.
    “Ah, chère .” Jacque removed his hand and she swallowed her disappointment, gasping when he placed it over her breast. The fabric of the shirt was between her skin and his hand, but his touch scorched her nonetheless. “We’re not strangers. You’re my mate, chosen by the fates or whatever gods exist. You were meant for me. Now and forever.”

Chapter Seven
    Jacque sensed Gwen’s uncertainty, but he could also smell her growing arousal. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but he had to go slow or she’d run scared. Not that he could blame her. She was human and more fragile than women of his kind. He wanted to cherish her, not hurt her. His control was teetering on the edge, but for her he would restrain his wolf and his baser instincts. He wanted to bring her pleasure this first time. To show her how it could be between them.
    Her breast was firm beneath his hand, the taut nipple pressing against his palm. He bent his head and inhaled, drawing her scent into his lungs, into his very cells. His wolf howled within him. The beast knew what the man did—she belonged to them.
    “Jacque.” Her voice was shaky. He could hear the uncertainty and he quickly moved to quell it.
    “It’s all right,” he murmured. He shifted his position on the bed so that Gwen was lying flat on her back and he was next to her, his head propped up on his hand. He roamed his free hand over her torso, slipping over the silky fabric of his shirt. There was something about a woman in a man’s shirt that was incredibly sexy, and the fact that it was his shirt shot his arousal level through the roof.
    His cock throbbed nonstop, a testament to how much he wanted Gwen. He’d thought he was far beyond being ruled by his hormones, but Gwen made a mockery of his control, overriding it without even trying. He knew their relationship was going to cause trouble, but he didn’t care. He wanted her enough to fight whatever objections arose and whoever tried to keep them apart.
    “You are so incredibly lovely.” He slid the top button of his shirt from its hole, exposing a swatch of creamy, pale flesh. He licked his lips in anticipation.
    “This isn’t a good idea.” She arched her back, pushing her chest toward him even as she objected.
    He smiled and slipped another button free. “It’s a very good idea.” He loosened another button and then another until he was able to push aside the fabric and expose her lush breasts. Mottled bruises marred her torso in places, a vivid reminder of her accident. “ Chère ,” he crooned as he leaned down to kiss and lick at each abrasion, hoping to give her some ease.
    She gasped and then moaned as his tongue soothed her flesh. “What are you doing?”
    “Making you feel better.” All werewolves had a healing agent in their saliva. He had no idea if it would work on a human, but he hoped it would help ease the pain of her bruises and accelerate her healing.
    He stroked her stomach, feeling the ripple of the muscles beneath her skin as he moved upward. Goose bumps dotted her skin and he longed to lick each and every one. Her lungs expanded and she released a huge