Wolf from the Past: Salvation Pack, Book 4 (8 page)

“Okay.”

Now Gator was sure his head had exploded. Surely he couldn’t have heard her properly. “Okay?” he echoed.

Sylvie nodded. “I’d like that too. I’d like to know what all the fuss is about.”

His wolf purred like a damn cat, more than ready to accommodate her. The man knew he had to tread very carefully. The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of Sylvie, but he didn’t want to hurt her either.

The more he learned from her, the more he realized just what a nightmare her life had been. Was it any wonder she still dreamed about it? He wanted to give her new dreams, ones that made her smile and sigh and moan, not in pain but with pleasure.

“Are you sure?” No, that was not what he meant to say. He meant to tuck her into a fresh nightgown and put her back in his bed. Alone.

Sylvie nodded. “Very sure.”

He was a man, not a saint. He knew then his fate was sealed. Come what may, he couldn’t just walk away from Sylvie. This was his fantasy come true. The woman he’d wanted for so long, the one he’d mourned when he’d thought she’d died, was in his bedroom offering herself to him.

If that wasn’t proof of a higher power, he didn’t know what was.

He held out his hand to her. If this was going to happen, she needed to trust him, on all levels. For a woman to give herself freely to a man was the biggest gift she could give him. He wasn’t about to fuck this up.

Her hand trembled. The slight tremor made her arm shake, but she took his hand. He slowly closed his fingers around hers. “We go as far as you want,” he told her. “I can stop whenever you want me to. You’re in control.”

Gator only prayed his restraint would hold.

Then he looked into Sylvie’s trusting brown eyes and knew he’d damn well slice off his own hand before causing her one moment of pain.

She smiled, the effort tremulous and nervous.

He reached out with his free hand and yanked the covers all the way back. “Lie down,
chère
. Let me take care of you. Let me help you feel better.”

Sylvie studied him for a long moment and he prayed she wasn’t about to change her mind. Then she gave him a jerky nod and knelt on the bed. He released her hand so she could roll onto her back.

Perfect. She was everything he’d ever wanted and all he’d known he’d never have. He swallowed against the knot in this throat. “Remember, Sylvie, this is all about making you feel good.” He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. “If you don’t like something, I’ll stop.”

He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. He could faintly scent her arousal. She wasn’t anywhere near ready for him to crawl between her thighs yet, but she’d get there. He’d see to it if it was the last thing he did.

He kissed her jawline and then licked at her bottom lip. Her mouth parted on a sigh. Of relief? Of pleasure? He wasn’t sure. He only knew he had to kiss her.

Gator planted both hands on either side of her face, tilted his head to one side and took her lips in a sweet, undemanding kiss. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bunched and burned with the effort it was taking him not to just roll her onto her stomach, yank up her hips and fuck her senseless.

He was rewarded with his patience when she lifted her head slightly and parted her lips more, inviting him in.

Slowly
, he warned himself.
Don’t rush her.

For a man like himself, one with excess energy to burn, a man who was used to going at full speed all the time, slowing down wasn’t easy. But Sylvie was worth whatever effort it took.

Muscles straining, cock throbbing and balls aching, he gave himself over to the gentle kiss.

Chapter Eight

Gator was kissing her. Sylvie still couldn’t believe her own audacity, her own nerve in stripping off her nightgown and offering herself to him. She’d never done anything like it in her life, had never wanted to.

Then Gator had come into her life and changed every preconceived notion she’d ever had about herself and about sex. Yesterday, she’d been sure she’d never want to have sex again. Her experience with it had been both humiliating and painful. Today, she ached in places she’d never ached before. It wasn’t a painful sensation, but a pleasurable one. Sweet, hot molasses flowed through her veins, pooling between her thighs and in her breasts.

She knew it had to be arousal even though she’d never experienced such a thing before she’d met Gator.

What was it about this man that drew her? He was dangerous, as much animal as man, maybe more so. But he made her feel safe. More than that, he made her feel like a woman, a whole one, not a wounded, damaged one. Around him, she didn’t feel as broken.

And that was a gift beyond price.

He lifted his lips from hers and she almost whimpered at the loss. “Where are you?” he asked. She was surprised he’d caught her mood and known she was thinking about the past. No, Gator wasn’t like any other man she’d ever known—human or werewolf—and she couldn’t expect him to act like them. He continually surprised her.

“I’m here.” She had Gator kissing her, potentially doing more. She didn’t want to spoil the moment with memories of the past. She sifted her fingers through his silky hair and tried to guide his mouth back to hers but he resisted.

“You sure? We can stop if you want to.”

His entire body was rigid and his cock pulsed heavily against her hip. Even through the fabric of his track pants, she could feel his heat. He wanted her but he’d stop if she asked him.

That gave her the courage to reach out and take what she wanted. “I don’t want to stop.” She tugged again, and he allowed her to bring his mouth to hers. Then he was kissing her. It was as good, as sublime as she remembered.

The kiss changed from gentle to more insistent in a heartbeat. He groaned and ate at her lips like a starving man. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers before exploring. She moaned and grew restless, moving her legs against the cool sheets. Her breasts were full and heavy and her nipples puckered.

She wanted him to touch her.

Feeling bold, she reached over her shoulder and gripped one of his thick wrists. Her fingers wouldn’t close all the way around it. A reminder of just how much stronger he was. But the idea didn’t send her into a panic. Instead, it increased her arousal, turned her on.

She tugged and he raised his hand. He was still kissing her when she guided his hand to her breast. He automatically wrapped his fingers around the plump mound. Her nipple stabbed the center of his palm. It felt amazing. Better than that.

When he rubbed his thumb over the distended tip, she felt the pull all the way between her thighs, as though there was a line from her breast running all the way down to her pussy. Incredible.

She moaned and he swallowed the cry. Sylvie arched her hips, needing something, needing more. She pulled her mouth from his and whispered his name. “Gator.” She was pleading for something she’d never had before, and she wanted him to give it to her.

Gator was breathing as though he’d just run five miles flat out. His lungs couldn’t suck in enough air and his heart was threatening to rip through his chest. Sylvie was smoking hot and so naturally sensual that he was close to coming in his pants.

Tonight was all about her. It had to be. He had to show her just how pleasurable sex could be with the right man. And he was definitely the right man.

“What is it,
chère
? What do you want?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He kissed a hot, wet path down her slender throat and across her delicate collarbone. She gave a little gasp when he tongued one of her rigid nipples. She tasted sweet, her skin salty.

“That,” she moaned. “More of that.”

Gator’s lips turned up in a smile in spite of the arousal pounding through him. She wanted him. He could smell her delicate perfume and it was driving him out of his mind. His dick seemed to expand even more, which should have been impossible.

“Like that, do you?” He captured one sweet bud between his lips and sucked. She whispered his name, sending a shudder of pleasure reverberating through his large body. Then he felt her fingernails digging into his shoulders, holding him to her and his balls tightened to the point of pain.

“Yes.” She cried out again when he shifted to her other breast and gave it the same attention.

Warning howls echoed in his brain. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart. The last thing we want is your brother or one of the others coming in here.”

Sylvie froze beneath him and he felt like kicking himself. Way to pull her out of the moment. He slowly raised his head and licked his lips, still able to taste her.

“Do you think they know?” she asked.

He cocked his head to one side and listened. He had exceptional hearing, even for a werewolf. “
Non
, they are all asleep.”

“Armand. Oh my God. What about Armand?”

Gator leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers. “Don’t worry about him. He’s out on patrol.” He took a calming breath and sucked in more of her sweet scent. “Let me pleasure you.” He wanted her so badly his teeth ached, but he was content to take one step at a time.

Trust, he reminded himself, was the key.

Wide-eyed, she stared up at him. “This isn’t fair to you.”

He shook his head. “You let me decide what’s fair and what isn’t. Okay?”

He waited what seemed like an eternity before she hesitantly nodded.

Gator eased over her, taking his time. She automatically shifted her legs apart to make a place for him.

“I’m going to keep my pants on so you don’t need to worry about anything.”

“I don’t understand you at all.” It was said in such a sad voice it almost broke his heart.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. He couldn’t help himself. He knew he wasn’t going to get laid. He needed something. Again, she took so long he almost regretted asking. He was expecting too much too soon. Damn his impatient nature.

“Yes.” She slowly nodded. “Yes, I do trust you.”

His heart skipped a beat and he let her words settle into his bones. His wolf howled in victory. The man simply soaked her words in and felt the rightness of them. “You won’t be sorry,” he promised.

He kissed her because he had to. She was as vital to him as air. He wondered how he’d managed to live all these years without her.

He kept most of his weight off her, supporting himself on his forearms, but that didn’t keep his cock from pressing against her mound. Her heat soaked through his pants. He moaned and pushed himself more firmly against her. She tilted her hips slightly and rubbed herself against him.

Gator wanted to howl with delight. Only the fact that he would bring the others running kept him quiet. He wasn’t about to lose this opportunity.

He once again worked his way down to her breasts. He nuzzled one plump mound and then the other. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you. So are you.” Her soft words made him smile. No, he wasn’t beautiful. He was a tough bastard, rough and primal. But that was good. She belonged to him now, and he’d use everything at his disposal to protect her. He’d lost her twice before—once when she was mated to another and then again when he’d thought she’d been killed. He wasn’t about to lose her again.

He kissed and sucked her breast until she was sobbing softly. Her hips rose and pressed against him. And when she moaned his name, he knew she was ready for the next step.

He kissed his way down her torso, pausing when he encountered several scars on her stomach. He hadn’t noticed them in the darkness of the room but he could feel the faint ridges on her skin.

What had that bastard Andre done to her?

Sylvie froze beneath him. He knew she didn’t want to talk about what had happened with her mate, not now, maybe not ever. As much as he wanted, needed to know, he had more important things to worry about right now, namely Sylvie’s happiness.

He licked each scar but kept working his way down her stomach until he was lying half off the bed, her legs splayed wide beneath him, her ankles resting on his shoulders.

The light from the moon allowed him to see her, but it wasn’t good enough. He wanted her naked beneath the midday sun. He didn’t think she’d allow him to turn on any lights. For now, her scent and taste would have to satisfy him.

“Just relax and enjoy,” he told her just before he leaned in and licked her sweet pussy.

Sylvie’s back arched off the bed and she shoved her hand over her mouth to smother her moans of pleasure. No, pleasure was too mild a word for what she was feeling. Gator’s hands and mouth had brought her to a fevered pitch. She’d assumed she couldn’t go much higher. She’d been wrong.

She’d worried when he’d made a place for himself between her thighs. She felt exposed and vulnerable. The fact it was dark made it easier for her to give over to the moment. She knew his enhanced eyesight allowed him to see even in the dark. After all, she could make out his shape, the delineation of his roped muscles, his broad shoulders and dark hair. But she could pretend he couldn’t see all of her.

Especially not the scars on her body.

She was bitterly ashamed of those. They were reminders of all she’d been through, the traumas and disappointments of her life.

She knew the moment he’d felt one of the scars. Her stomach had dropped and nausea had threatened to destroy the moment. Then he’d licked and kissed the old injury and continued on down her body until he’d settled between her legs.

He lapped at her slick folds, pushing all the dark memories where they belonged—into the past. Gator brought her back to the present with the promise of pleasure and so much more.

And when his tongue pressed against her clit, she just about came off the bed. Her back bowed and her hips arched into his touch. That was amazing. Incredible.

Sylvie moaned again and realized she couldn’t possibly stay quiet. She blindly reached out and grabbed the second pillow and jammed a corner of it into her mouth to smother her cries.

Gator wrapped his long arms under her thighs and pushed them upward until he was able to cup her breasts in his hands. The action bent her legs and pushed them back.

He paused and raised his head. “Okay?”

Was he crazy? He couldn’t stop. Not now. She frantically nodded. She was ready to grab him by the hair and pull him back between her thighs. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. He settled back down of his own accord and began to do marvelous things with his lips and tongue.

The man was talented. He licked and sucked, teased and aroused. He slid his tongue over her clit again and again, not sustaining the pressure she needed. It was just enough to promise her heaven before he retreated. He pressed his tongue into her core and she stiffened. He eased off and went back to tonguing her clit.

His hands were just as busy. He plumped her breasts and then circled the taut nubs with his thumbs. Sylvie felt on the verge of a complete meltdown. Her body no longer felt like it belonged to her. No, it belonged to Gator. He was pushing past all her natural boundaries, her insecurities and her fears.

Why him?

That was the question she couldn’t answer. Any other man would never have made it farther than the door and she’d have screamed down the house. Her wolf trusted him. And so did she.

“Come for me, Sylvie.” His dark command broke through her thoughts. He growled and dove back between her thighs, his lips nibbling at the sensitive bud. He caught her clit between them and pressed his tongue against it. At the same time, he lightly pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Explosions of light burst from behind her eyes. She slammed the pillow over her face and screamed her release into it. Every cell in her body seemed to stiffen and then turn liquid. Her hips jerked and she felt the flow of cream from her core.

Gator lapped at it, sending her into more spasms of delight.

She had no idea how long the sensual release went on. It seemed forever but might only have been seconds or minutes. Sylvie felt different, as though something fundamental inside her had changed.

He slowly released his hold on her and gently unwound her legs from around his neck. She felt the mattress shift but didn’t lower the pillow. Her cheeks warmed and she was embarrassed to face him. She’d lost all control.

She felt a tug on the pillow and released it, knowing Gator wouldn’t leave until he knew she was okay. And what about him? He hadn’t gotten anything out of this. She knew man had needs and he’d been plenty aroused.

She released her death grip on the pillow and he pulled it away. “You okay?” His eyes were half closed and filled with satisfaction.

Sylvie nodded. No, she wasn’t okay. The entire foundations of her life had been blown out from beneath her.

“Sylvie?” He frowned and his satisfied air dissipated.

“That was…” She really was at a loss for words. “Amazing.” That didn’t come anywhere near to describing what she’d experienced, but she had to say something.

Gator smiled slow and easy. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He grabbed the covers and tugged them over her.

She glanced at his lap. Sure enough, the man was still painfully aroused. “What about you?”

He shook his head. “Don’t you worry about me.” He brushed her hair out of her face. “This was all about you.”

“Why?” She sat up in bed and let the covers fall to her waist. She didn’t feel the need to hide herself around him, not after what had just happened between them. “You’re aroused.” A thought occurred to her. “Maybe you don’t want me.” Had he come to her out of some sense of pity? She stiffened her spine.

Gator grabbed her hand and placed it over his throbbing erection. “Does that feel like I don’t want you,
chère
? Make no mistake, I will have you,” he promised. “But only when you’re ready.” He leaned in and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips. It was surprisingly arousing. “Until then, I can wait.”