Marisa Chenery - Werewolf's Treasure

“I have to see more of you, Treasure,” he said, his voice gruff.

“And I want to see more of you,” she said softly in return.

Soren took her lips again, kissing her passionately. His hands came around her back and undid the clasp on her bra. He brushed the straps down her arms and Treasure let it fall to their feet. She gave it a little kick out of the way.

While he plucked at one nipple, Soren flicked the other with his tongue. Treasure pushed her chest closer, a silent plea for him to suck on her breast. He laved the taut peak, then gently blew on it before he sucked it into his mouth.

Treasure held onto his shoulders to keep her balance as Soren drew on her nipple.

Her pussy clenched and wetness leaked into her thong. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, taking her nipple in slow, hard sucks.

She ran a hand through his short, blond hair, holding him to her. Waves of pleasure shot through her, her arousal becoming more intense. Soren released her breast and worked his way down to her stomach, going on his knees before her. His large hands circled her waist as his tongue dipped into her bellybutton.

Treasure’s legs shook as Soren went lower. His firm grip on her waist kept her steady. His tongue followed the top of her thong, making her stomach quiver.

Dropping a hand to the inside of her thighs, he gently pushed them farther apart and rubbed his cheek against her mound. Her breathing became harsh as she tightened with anticipation.

She clutched his shoulders hard when his tongue dragged along her pussy through the lacy material of her thong. What sounded like a rumbling growl pushed out of Soren, vibrating against her clit. Treasure couldn’t hold back a low moan.

“More, Soren,” she gasped. “Touch me.”

“I will, but first let’s get rid of these.”

His hands trailed down the outside of her legs until he reached her ankles.

Grasping the back of her high heels, he took each one off and tossed them aside. That done, he focused on her pussy. His tongue lapped at her, wetting her thong even more.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of his teasing, Soren used a finger to pull aside the material over her sex. He then feasted on her, licking her from bottom to top and stiffening his tongue to push inside her slick opening.

Feeling a climax build, Treasure couldn’t stop herself from grinding against Soren’s mouth. What he did just felt too good. She panted, her body coiling tighter. Her fingers dug into the tops of his shoulders as he alternated between licking and sucking on her clit. But it wasn’t until he pushed a finger, and then another, inside her pussy while he continued to stimulate her clit did she feel her climax racing up to meet her.

With a strangled cry, she continued to rock against his mouth, her inner walls clutching at the finger inside her as she found her release. Soren didn’t stop pumping until the last wave of pleasure receded.

They were both breathing hard as Soren wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his face to her stomach. Treasure pulled at his shoulders. “Now I get to do to you what you did to me.”

Not sure her legs would keep holding her up, she quickly undid Soren’s jeans and yanked them down past his hips before she nudged him toward the bed. He kicked off his pants and climbed onto the mattress. She shimmied out of her thong, then joined him.

Settling at his side, she stroked her fingers across his hairless chest and down his sculptured abs. She saw he had his eyes closed when she looked at him to gauge his reaction to her touch. His fully engorged cock stuck out straight from his body. He was thick and long. As she watched, a bead of pre-cum appeared on the very tip. Treasure gathered it on her fingertip and brought it to her mouth before she licked it off.

Fisting her hand around his shaft, Treasure pumped it up and down. Soren moaned and clutched at the comforter beneath him as he lifted his hips, matching her strokes.

More pre-cum welled from the slit. This time she bent and licked it off. He made another animal-like growl.

“You’re going to kill me, Treasure,” he said in a strained voice.

“I’m not done yet,” she said. “I plan to do a lot more than this.”

Straddling Soren’s lower legs, she kept hold of his cock and swirled her tongue around the thick head. She took it inside her mouth. Sucking, Treasure slid him in and out. What she couldn’t handle, she stroked with her fist.

Soren moaned, his hips lifting off the bed as he matched her rhythm. She took his cock as far back as she could, the tip almost touching the back of her throat. He hardened even more.

“Christ,” he groaned. “Almost… I’m going to…ahh…come.”

Treasure didn’t stop pleasuring him. She wanted him to, wanted everything he had to give her. She sucked harder, squeezing the base of his shaft. Soren’s loud moans of release filled the room as he arched his back and came. She didn’t let go until he had nothing left to give. Much to her pleased surprise, his cock didn’t soften.

Still straddling his body, Treasure crawled up the bed. She stopped when her mouth hovered over his. Even though Soren had made her come earlier, that had just been a small taste. She now wanted the whole thing.

She settled on top of his body, trapping his cock between them. “I’m glad to feel you’re still ready to go,” she said, her voice dropped to a husky timbre. “Because I definitely want more.”

Treasure would have lowered her mouth to his, but she noticed his face had suddenly gone pale with almost a greenish tinge to it. He took some quick breaths through his nose, then shook his head.

He roughly shoved her off and bolted out of bed, heading for the en suite bathroom. The door slammed behind him, and the next thing Treasure heard was the sound of Soren getting sick.

With a shaky hand, Soren collected some of the water that ran out of the tap. He brought it to his mouth and swished it around before he spat in the sink. Next he splashed water on his face. He used one of the hand towels on the rack to dry it.

Another wave of queasiness hit him and he braced his hands on the counter, concentrating on breathing through his nose. He’d been so sure he’d be okay. While holding Treasure in his arms, touching her, tasting her, he hadn’t felt bad. It wasn’t until after he’d come that what he’d always suffered while on any kind of water vessel slammed into him.

He felt his stomach roll. He was not going to puke again. It was bad enough he’d already done it once. There was one thing he could say about seasickness—it sure as hell blocked out the mating urge. Male werewolves could keep an erection for hours, even after coming several times. Well, Soren was no longer hard, and didn’t think he’d be able to get it up again until after his stomach settled, which he felt pretty sure wasn’t going to happen as long as he stayed on the yacht.

He heard a soft tap on the door just before Treasure stepped inside the small bathroom. Any other time, Soren would have been hungrily staring at her, since she was still as naked as he, but he had to concentrate on not throwing up.

“Soren, are you okay?” she asked, stepping beside him.

He met her gaze in the mirror above the sink and gave her a short nod.

She gnawed on her bottom lip. “I don’t think you are. You’re looking awfully pale.

You were sick, weren’t you?”

At the reminder, his stomach did another roll, and this time he couldn’t stop it. He pushed Treasure out of his way and bent over as he heaved into the toilet. He didn’t stop until he’d lost the last of his dinner.

A cool, wet washcloth was pressed to the back of his neck. He flushed the toilet and straightened. Treasure wiped his forehead and mouth. She ran the water in the sink and rinsed the cloth before she used it on the rest of his face.