Wolf Six's Salvation

"Jackson, I need you..." she whispered. His kisses stole her words and the bed groaned slightly as he put his full weight on it. Chloe spread her legs as he leaned over her, his arms on either side of her body. His biceps were huge and and delicious. She wanted to touch every inch of him.

His throbbing member stood ready at her entrance and she was about ready to vibrate into oblivion. She wanted him. Needed him.

Their eyes locked and Jackson's began to shine with a golden light. He frowned, looking away and trying to pull back, but Chloe wouldn’t let him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss as she snaked her legs around to hold him against her.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whimpered, trying to escape her grasp.

"You won't," she whispered with a smile and looking deep into his golden eyes. "The only way you're going to hurt me is if you leave me like this." His eyes darkened but he didn't move. She put her hand to his cheek. "Please..."

"Chloe..." he groaned as he entered her. It was even better than she had thought it could possibly be. She fit him like a glove, like he was made for her. Every thrust of his hips as he dove deeper and deeper into her sent jolts of pure pleasure down her spine. He filled her to the point of breaking and she wished for more.

He looped his arms behind her back, pulling her into a sitting position on his lap. His palms were hot against the skin of her back. Chloe's hands wrapped around his shoulders and back, finding the thin scar she had seen in her dreams. It thrilled her to know it was real. That the dreams were real.

Jackson rocked his hips in a fluid motion, working his way ever deeper inside. His hand went to her cheek and gently pulled her to look in his eyes. Chloe could feel the animal inside of him struggling to break out. She wished he would just lose control, take her and not hold anything back.

An orgasm was rising from deep within her, a pleasure that skipped and danced along her spine a

nd sent tendrils of blazing bliss into her fingers. Her toes started to curl and she felt as though she might shatter into a billion pieces of beautiful light.

"Jackson," she gasped. His name filled her and she breathed him in like oxygen. He growled, flipping her back onto the bed. She could feel the lust emanating from him in waves as he began to pound at her, slamming himself into her. She gasped and clawed at his back for more.

She writhed and moaned, his body pressing against hers with delicious heat and strength. His muscles began to tense and his eyes glowed brighter than she had ever seen them. He was so beautiful, his eyes so deep and wonderful that she couldn't look away. He was breathing hard and pressed his face down to her shoulder. His teeth grazed the delicate flesh before he turned and growled into the pillow.

Chloe could feel him swelling with in her and she bucked her hips to meet him. She wanted him more than anything. Wanted this. He began to thrust without rhythm, spurred on by pure pleasure.

She cried out, her body rising with an orgasm to match his. She shook with pleasure, both his and hers, as it coursed through her. The world spun and stopped at the same time. Light and dark collided and showered her world with colors that she couldn't even name.

When she finally remembered to breathe again, all she could feel was Jackson. He was breathing hard against her and his heart pounded against her chest. It was wonderful.

She kissed his cheek and he smiled. A piece of fluff from the pillow he had bit was stuck to his lip. She carefully moved it with her thumb, loving that he had been so into her that he had destroyed a pillow in his lust. He kissed her hand gently as it passed by his lips.

With a groan of satisfaction, Jackson rolled to his side, freeing Chloe. He offered his arm and she nestled immediately into him. He was so warm and strong and she felt so perfectly content it was hard to believe this wasn't a dream. She was only sure it wasn't when she stifled a yawn.

"Sleep. I'll wake you up when it's time to go," he whispered. His words danced across her skin and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 22

Chloe dozed gently beside him as Jackson stared at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what he had just done. It had been wonderful. Spectacular. The best, and most fulfilling sex of his life even, but he wondered if it was worth it.

Just being with him put Chloe in danger. He didn't dare fall asleep beside her for fear of the nightmares. He woke up angry and afraid after each dream and often broke things. He'd been through more nightstands than he cared to think about. If he fell asleep with Chloe and had a nightmare... he shuddered to think of what would happen.

Chloe took a deep breath and turned onto her side, cuddling up into him. He wrapped his arm around her, and she nestled deeply into the hollow of his arm. She fit so perfectly there it seemed as though she was made for it.

Jackson was at a loss. He was head over heels for this sassy, smart, little brunette and because of that, he wanted to keep her safe. And he was dangerous. She claimed that he would never hurt her, that she knew it from the dreams. He'd had those same dreams, but he still wasn't sure. He knew the strength of the beast within him. He knew what happened when he unleashed it. She didn't.

He took a deep breath, and his nose filled with her scent. It was mixed pleasantly with his own and just the thought of joining with her again made his blood begin to pump. He wanted to find a way to stay away from her, to keep her safe from him, but he didn't know how. Now that he had tasted her, there was no way he would ever be able to live without her.

Night darkened the sky outside, but Jackson could still see the room as if it were noon. He didn't know what to do. He had to keep her safe, but he knew he could never be apart from her again.

Chapter 23

Chloe's heart was tap dancing away at a breakneck pace. Somehow though, she managed to smile at the gate guard and show him her ID. She nearly wet herself when the gate guard frowned and inspected her card, holding it up to the light and turning it over to check the back. After the longest minute of Chloe's life, the guard finally handed it back to her.

He had barely glanced at Quent's ID badge and the extra inspection of her badge was making her sweat. Jackson had already driven through before them, and was trying to move slowly enough that they could catch up to him without it being obvious that they were following him. Jackson's truck would draw less suspicion parked in his usual lot, so he was going to show them where to park for the science building before parking his own car and doubling back to meet up with them. Without him in the car, Chloe was suddenly doubting their odds of success.

Jackson did a slow loop through a partially plowed parking lot before heading off. Quent parked the car in the corner of the lot just like Jackson had told him to, letting the engine idle while they waited for him. Quent had given Chloe control of the thermostat since he never seemed to be cold, but she couldn't seem to decide if she was hot or cold. Her stomach was burning up, but her hands were like ice. She took a deep breath and nearly screamed when Jackson rapped on her window.

"Holy crap, you're fast," she hissed under her breath as she stepped out into the cold night air. The almost full moon flitted fitfully behind clouds. A storm was supposed to roll in, dropping a couple of inches of fresh powder before morning. It certainly smelled like snow: cold and metallic with just a hint of moisture.