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

her.
    Gwen felt defeated. Totally devastated.
    Jacque rocked her in his arms, which were more a prison now than a comfort. Her emotions were all over the place. She felt like a yo-yo, up one moment and down the next. Her body ached. She was tired and hungry and her head was violently throbbing again.
    “Shh,” he crooned. “You’re only hurting yourself.” He rubbed his hand up and down her spine.
    “What are you going to do with me?” It was the one question she needed answered once and for all.
    He stopped rubbing her back and caught her face between his thumb and forefinger, holding her steady. “I’m keeping you.”
    Her heart stuttered and then took off like a jackrabbit in flight. “What do you mean, you’re keeping me?” The implications were too many for her to wrap her head around.
    “It’s simple, Gwen.” He leaned down until their foreheads were almost touching. His breath was warm on her mouth. “My wolf recognized you the moment I smelled you.” He nuzzled his nose against hers. “I recognized you. You’re my mate. Mine to keep and protect.”
    He honestly believed that. Gwen could see it in his eyes. What did he mean she was his mate? It was all too much for her brain to process on top of everything else. She shook her head and he took it for denial.
    “Yes.” He kissed her cheekbone. “Louis wants you as well, but he can’t have you. I won’t give you up.”
    Her stomach lurched. “What do you mean, Louis wants me too?” Her voice got higher and more strident with each word she spoke. She was going to lose what little sanity she had left.
    Jacque nuzzled her ear and nipped at the tender lobe before whispering in her ear. “His wolf recognized you as a potential mate as well. It happens rarely, but when it does it can be a deadly situation. The only options are for him to back off or for one of us to kill the other.”
    She jerked back, appalled by what he was telling her. “You can’t kill your brother.” They seemed so close. Hearing him speak so casually about killing Louis was shocking.
    “Of course not,” he soothed, bringing her back so he could rub his lips over hers. “I would never hurt Louis, which means he has to walk away from you.”
    “What if I want Louis?” She didn’t really. She liked him in spite of the fact he’d help his brother kidnap her, and found him not as intimidating as his brother. But her traitorous body only seemed to respond to Jacque. And this entire conversation was nuts. They might be the hottest men she’d ever laid eyes on, but they’d kidnapped her.
    A low growl vibrated low in his chest. It was wild and scary and she wondered if she’d gone too far and roused the beast lurking inside him.
    “You don’t.”
    Even though she knew it was stupid to provoke him, she couldn’t stop herself. “How do you know?” Really it was too much. The guy couldn’t resist giving orders to her and everyone around him.
    “I can smell your arousal when you are around me. It’s not the same when you are around Louis or Armand.”
    That whole smell thing again. She’d have to remember that his senses were a heck of a lot better developed than her own. It was disconcerting. “Yeah, well, I can’t do anything about that. Biological reaction.” She tried to keep her tone detached and clinical.
    “It’s more than a biological reaction.” He licked her lower lip, drawing a gasp. “You’re curious to know what it will feel like to have your naked body against mine, to feel the hard length of my cock filling you, gliding in and out, pleasuring you until you scream your release.”
    Gwen was shocked the sheets didn’t erupt into flames around them. Jacque was filling her head with images she didn’t need. She had more than enough of her own, thank you very much. She could all too easily picture him over her, their bodies joined as one, skin slick as they moved together.
    She groaned. “You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”
    He caught the