Cole's Redemption (Alpha Pack #5)(42)

He wasn’t ripped, but perfectly formed of lean muscle and raw bone. Graceful as a jungle cat. A very light sprinkling of hair covered his chest, trailing downward past flat, hard male ni**les. Finally, she allowed her attention to roam to his impressive erection, savoring the sight. Heat flamed low in her belly, between her legs. His engorged penis jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls, arching toward his washboard stomach.

“Like what you see?” His smile told her he knew the answer.

“I always do. I want to touch you.”

His eyes went dark, feral. “Please.”

Hands shaking with desire, Selene shed her clothes.

He climbed onto the bed to sit next to her. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Selene’s face heated. She couldn’t help it, despite the fact that wolves weren’t typically shy about their bodies. Selene reached out to touch the broad head of his penis, swirling it with one finger as a drop of pr**cum beaded the tip. Encouraged by his moan of pleasure, she wrapped her hand around his c**k and began to stroke.

“Yes.” He leaned back and closed his eyes, spread his long legs.

She pumped him slowly, enjoying the texture of silky, baby-soft skin over his rod. Next, she moved her hand to cradle his balls, enjoying the feel of his heavy sex. Marveling that such a powerful man could be reduced to jelly with a caress.

“Baby,” he gasped, removing her hand. “I’m not going to last. But I promise I’ll make it up to you next time.”

Zan lowered her onto the pillows and stretched his big body over hers, settling between her legs. His erection pulsed against her belly as he captured her lips in a sizzling kiss, tongue licking into the seam of her mouth. Teasing, tasting.

He broke the kiss, moved lower, repeating his attentions on her br**sts. “You’re so perfect.”

His teeth grazed one nipple, tongue doing wonderful things to the hardened little pebble. Sending delightful shocks to every nerve ending. When he suckled the other nipple, she came undone, pulling at his shoulders.

“My mate, I need you inside me.”

Moving up to cover Selene, his gaze locked with hers. The raw, male heat, the possessiveness, on his face made her quiver in anticipation.

He slid a hand between her thighs, fingers brushing the pale curls there. Pushing one finger inside, he stroked in and out, spreading the dewy wetness to prepare her. Lengthening the strokes, he rubbed her clit, setting her on fire.

“Zan, please!”

He pushed in by inches, letting her adjust to him. He was always so gentle, and it brought a rush of tears to her eyes. The slight discomfort became a flame burning brighter. Pleasure unfurled, a joy she’d never known with anyone but her mate. She wrapped her arms around him, skimming her hands over the muscles in his back as he seated himself as deeply as possible.

“Feel me?” he whispered into her hair.

“Yes.”

He began to move, slow, tantalizing strokes. “You’re mine.”

“Oh, Zan, yes!”

He held her against his chest, made sweet, beautiful love to her. Sheltered in the safety of his arms, his body covering her like a warm blanket, she’d come home. This wasn’t just sex with a handsome man.

This was so much more. She wanted to put a name to it, but didn’t dare.

His tempo quickened, his thrusts filling her harder. Deeper. Faster. But even as he drove into her, taking them to the edge, he was careful not to hurt her, while entering her with powerful strokes. Hurtling them higher, higher—

His release erupted, his big body shaking. She followed, the orgasm shattering her control, the waves pounding her senses. He shuddered again and again, until he lowered his forehead to hers, spent and breathing hard.

She lay unmoving, loving his weight on top of her, his musky, male scent teasing her nose. Loving . . . him.

Did she love him?

Selene wanted to say the words freely and longed to hear them returned. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Their mating was new, and she had to be sure. She didn’t know how to express what she was feeling, much less process it.

You’re mine.

Those words had come from the depths of his soul, and she cherished them.

For now, it was enough.

Nine

Zan hated leaving his mate.

The pang of separation was much more difficult than he’d imagined it would be. He noted that the other mated Pack brothers weren’t faring much better as they said good-bye in the huge hangar, holding on to their better halves.

It might have been petty of him, but he took heart that Selene didn’t seem any happier at his leaving than he was to go. That had to mean she was attached to him, liked him at least a little. He longed to tell her how he felt about her—that he was falling hard, and it had nothing to do with wolf biology.

He admired her strength and courage. Her conviction. And her fairness. He admired her ability to put aside her vendetta against Nick and take a second look. That meant she was interested in justice, not vengeance.

And she had a soft spot for babies and for wanting to be accepted by her peers. She loved to make love and held nothing back.

Whether she believed it or not, there was a hell of a lot to love about Selene.

But he wouldn’t tell her. Not yet, when it might scare her away.

“Be careful,” she said, her voice shaking a bit. “Come back safe.”