Free Wolf on the Run: Salvation Pack, Book 3 by N.J. Walters Page A

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