Wolf at the Door: Salvation Pack, Book 1

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threat but it made her feel better.
    “Ah, Gwen.” Jacque slid his fingers below her chin and tilted it upward. “Don’t you know by now that I could never hurt you?” He lowered his head toward her and touched his lips against hers.
    All the breath went out of her body in a whoosh. Fear, which only moments before had been almost overwhelming her, was replaced by something else, something even more potent—lust.
    His mouth ate at hers leisurely, tasting, licking, teasing. Her lungs ached for air by the time she parted her lips. He was ready and slid his tongue inside.
    She knew she should protest, should pull away, but it was impossible. She was frozen in place, unable to do anything but feel the passion rising between them. The heat, oh God, the heat was incredible. His big body radiated it like a blast furnace. She shivered and he murmured something low and indistinct before pulling her tight against him.
    Her breasts were plastered against his massive chest and her feet left the floor as he lifted her, one of his arms around her waist, the other around the back of her thighs. Still he kissed her, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, tangling with hers.
    She held on to his broad shoulders for support, digging her nails into the fabric of his T-shirt. She’d been kissed many times in her life but, at that moment, she couldn’t remember a single one. She’d never been kissed like this before. It was all consuming. Jacque was totally focused on her and she on him.
    Little flickers of heat erupted throughout her body, first at her breasts and then spreading down between her thighs. Her aches and pains were momentarily forgotten in a haze of passion. He shifted her, bringing her breasts even tighter against his chest. The tips were puckered, the nubs pushing against the thin shirt she wore.
    “That’s enough, Jacque.” The voice, flat and angry, penetrated her consciousness.
    They weren’t alone. What in the name of all that’s holy was she doing? She shoved against Jacque’s shoulders and slowly he released her mouth. Her lips tingled and her skin felt flush.
    “If we ignore them maybe they’ll go away.” His husky voice raised goose bumps on her arms. The sensual promise almost swayed her before common sense prevailed.
    “Put me down.” There was no way she could make him do anything. He was so much bigger and stronger. Yet she somehow knew he would do as she asked.
    Slowly, he set her down, letting her body slide over his until her feet touched the ground. Her belly stroked over the large bulge in the front of his jeans. He was very aroused and not the least bit ashamed to show it.
    She was aroused too but didn’t think that was exactly a smart thing to give in to at this juncture. She had to keep reminding herself she’d been kidnapped. “That shouldn’t have happened.” Forget that even contemplating the idea of sleeping with him was utterly crazy. He was a complete stranger, and not even a human one. He was her captor, not her friend. She couldn’t forget that again, no matter how her body yearned to be next to his.
    Gwen felt betrayed by her own body. When he’d touched her, her mind had taken a vacation and she’d become a creature of pure sensation instead of rational thought. Not good if she hoped to get out of this debacle alive.
    Jacque released her and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. She fought a shudder of arousal and squeezed her thighs together. He leaned down and breathed deep as if he was inhaling her.
    His lips nuzzled her ear. “I can smell your heat,” he whispered.
    Gwen was totally mortified. If he could smell her arousal, could the other men?
    Humiliation swamped her and, without thought, she brought her knee up hard and fast. Only Jacque’s animal-quick reflexes kept him from taking a hit in the balls. As it was, she managed to catch him in his thigh.
    He laughed. The bastard laughed at her.
    Fury exploded in her. He’d taken her life from her, snapped it up as

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