Free Wolf from the Past: Salvation Pack, Book 4 by N.J. Walters Page A

he touched his dick. It was all too easy to imagine it was Sylvie holding him in her hand. Yeah, that was what he really wanted.
    He kept his eyes closed as he moved his hand. His motions were rougher than hers would be so he gentled his grip. His breathing hitched and got deeper as he pumped his fist up and down.
    Gator could still smell her feminine scent, taste her on his lips. His balls drew up tight to his body. His hand moved faster.
    Merde . What would it feel like to have her mouth on him? Have her tongue lapping at his shaft? She had the sweetest lips.
    He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from yelling as he found release. He kept pumping as semen shot from the tip of his cock to coat his hand and stomach. He tilted back his head and let the water flow over him. He should feel some relief, but instead he felt empty.
    Gator swore, grabbed the soap and began to scrub. He needed to start cooking dinner for Sylvie. Right on cue, his dick began to harden again. He ignored it as he finished cleaning up and began to plan what he was going to make.

Chapter Six
    This meal was much different from the one she’d eaten earlier. Laughter and chatter filled the space, and this time she felt more a part of things. Everyone was gathered once again around the big dining table, busily consuming bowlfuls of spicy chili that Gator had magically produced. The man really could cook.
    Armand’s mate had pulled some homemade rolls from the freezer to thaw and bake to round out the meal. She still couldn’t get over the fact that Anny had been human. She cringed when she thought about how Anny had been converted.
    Sylvie had always known their father was a bastard, but to hear what he’d done to Anny took it to a whole other level. She wasn’t sad he was gone. If that made her unfeeling, then so be it. Her father had been nothing but cruel to her for her entire life.
    As if sensing her gaze, Anny looked up and smiled at Sylvie. She smiled back, pleased her brother had found a mate, and one who really seemed to love and appreciate him. That took a weight off her. She’d always worried that Armand would end up with some manipulative bitch who’d take advantage of his good nature.
    “What are your plans?” Jacque set his spoon back into his empty bowl and leaned back in his chair. “You know I want you to stay with us. We all do.”
    They all nodded. It brought tears to her eyes after so many years of feeling as though she had no place in the world.
    “I have a job,” she began. “And an apartment.” Or rather, she’d had a crappy waitressing job and an efficiency apartment in Ohio. She’d dumped both, packed what few belongings she had in the trunk of her ancient car and driven to North Carolina. She’d had no expectations about being welcomed with open arms but had planned to find a job nearby so she could be closer to Armand.
    Armand frowned. The motion brought attention to the scars on the left side of his face. Sylvie thought it ironic that she had a scar on her right cheek. What a pair they made.
    Louis shook his head. “No. It’s not safe for you to be out there on your own.” He turned to Jacque. “Tell her I’m right.”
    “He’s right,” Jacque easily agreed with his brother. “I’m right.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the edge of the table. “You need to stay here with your family.”
    “Maybe for a day or two,” she began, mulling over the idea in her head. It scared and excited her at the same time. “Just to see how it goes,” she added.
    “Sylvie can have my room.” All eyes turned to Gator. “That way she can be closer to Armand.”
    Sylvie shivered at the thought of sleeping in Gator’s bed. It would almost be like sleeping with him. His sheets would smell like him.
    “I thought she could take my bed,” Louis offered.
    Sylvie’s stomach tightened. She wanted to stay here, closer to Gator. No, closer to her brother.
    Gator stood and began to clear the table. “ Non .