Marisa Chenery - A Werewolf at the Falls

In a show of strength, he gathered her close in his arms and stood. Jorja rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her to the king-sized bed. He placed her on the center of the mattress and crawled up to straddle her thighs. Keeping his gaze averted, he went to work unbuttoning her blouse. Her chest rapidly rose and fell with her breaths.

Once the last button was undone, Kian parted the material and stared at her breasts. They were more than a handful and encased in satin that matched the color of her blouse. He pulled Jorja into a sitting position, deftly removed her top and threw it over the side of the bed. Taking her lips once more, he undid the back clasp of her bra and stripped her of it.

With a gentle push, he got her to lie back down. He bent and supported his upper body on his hands on either side of her head as he left her lips, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. Lower he went, shifting along her body, until he reached her breasts. He flicked a taut nipple with the tip of his tongue. Jorja moaned and arched her back in invitation.

He rubbed his cheek against the tight peak. “So beautiful. I could get lost in your body all night. I want to learn every inch of you with my lips and tongue.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Touch me, Kian.”

As he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his head continued to swim, his mating urge riding him even harder. There was only one way to stop it—claim Jorja as his mate.

Kian paid equal attention to her other breast before continuing his downward path. The sounds of enjoyment Jorja made caused his cock to jerk. The smell of her arousal had him longing for a taste of her pussy. He found the hook and zipper at the side of her skirt and quickly undid both. Kian pushed it down over her hips as Jorja wriggled out of it.

He hooked his fingers into the top of her panties and tugged them down. He nibbled at her hipbone as he pulled her last article of clothing off. To make more room for himself, Kian put his hands on Jorja’s hips and slid her up closer to the headboard. He then shifted to kneel between her spread legs. Swirling his tongue into her bellybutton, he stretched out, his shoulders forcing her thighs farther apart.

At his first lick of her pussy, Jorja arched her hips and sucked in a sharp breath. “More,” she panted. “I need more.”

“I will,” he reassured her. “I won’t stop until you come.”

Kian used his fingers to spread her pussy open and thoroughly licked her. He lapped at her, making sure to pay attention to her clit. Jorja’s moans increased in volume when he sucked on the small bundle of nerves and pushed a finger into her wet opening. Her inner walls clamped down around it, squeezing tight. Another wolf’s growl left him as he swirled his tongue around her clit and pushed a second finger inside her. In and out he pumped, moving at a pace that would push Jorja ever nearer to her climax.

Jorja buried her hands in his hair and rocked her hips to ride his fingers. “Kian…I’m going…I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me, babe,” he said against her tender flesh.

Jorja arched her back and cried out as her pussy clamped down on his fingers in a stranglehold, then rhythmically clutched them while her orgasm tore through her. Kian continued to lap at her clit, reveling in the sensation of his mate coming.

Once it ended, he knelt between Jorja’s spread legs and pulled her into a sitting position. “Take off my shirt,” he said in a strained voice. “I have to have your hands on me.”

Her fingers quickly went to the buttons on his black, button-down shirt. He yanked the bottom out of his jeans, so she could reach all of them. After she undid each one, Jorja smoothed her hands across his chest to his shoulders and pushed his shirt off. Impatiently he tore the garment down his arms and threw it to the floor.

“My jeans, Jorja. Undo them.”

His cock ached, the front of his pants too tight for his erection. He felt a measure of relief when Jorja undid the button and pulled down the zipper. As she reached inside and wrapped her hand around his shaft, he sucked in a breath through his teeth. It wouldn’t take much to have him reach his first orgasm. But he wanted to be inside her when he did that.

Kian took her lips, his tongue stroking hers, as he rid himself of his jeans. He brought Jorja’s hand back to his cock. She grasped him and pumped her fist. He rocked his hips, pressing tighter into her hold. The pre-cum that leaked from the tip lubricated his skin as she stroked him.

Needing to be inside her, now, he pushed her down onto the mattress and covered her body with his. Taking his cock in hand, he led it to her wet pussy and rubbed the tip against her, bathing himself in her juices. Jorja panted beneath him. Angling himself, Kian sheathed his cock deep inside her pussy with one stroke. He closed his eyes to better savor the feel of her closing around him, and to keep Jorja from seeing them.

He pulled back, then sank into her once again. She lifted her legs and put them around his waist as he set a steady pace. In and out he rode her, his pleasure mounting with each stroke of his cock. She squeezed her inner walls around him, increasing the sensations he felt along his length.

As he took her harder, faster, Kian felt it—a piece of his soul reaching out. In return, he felt a piece of Jorja’s brush up against it. As the two joined and became one, the mating bond snapped into place. He fought to hold back the howl of satisfaction that built inside him. She was his, never to be taken from him.

His balls drew up closer to his body as his climax inched nearer. Setting a faster pace, he angled his hips so his cock rubbed Jorja’s clit with each stroke in. A keening cry escaped her as her pussy clutched and released his shaft, milking it in a tight fist. It was enough to send him over the edge. With a low growl, he came deep inside her, filling her with his cum.

Still hard after coming—something all male werewolves could do, keep an erection for hours, even after climaxing several times—Kian didn’t give her any time to recover. He pulled out of Jorja and urged her onto her stomach. Placing a hand under her, he lifted her onto her hands and knees so he could take her the way his wolf wanted her.

Kian held onto her hips to keep her in position as he slowly sank back into her pussy. Jorja moaned, her head hanging down. He pistoned his hips, almost pulling out all the way before stroking into her again. Jorja pushed back to match the pace he set.

It didn’t take long to have another orgasm build. He rode her faster, his balls slapping against her pussy as he pushed inside her. In this position, she took more of him, making it so he didn’t know where he ended and she began. And knowing that he took his mate, the one woman meant for him, made their joining that much more pleasurable.

About ready to explode, Kian said huskily, “Come for me, Jorja. I want to feel your pussy clutching my cock while I do.”

“Just a…little bit…more. Oh god, I’m coming,” Jorja whimpered.

Kian slammed into her one final time and groaned as he spilled inside her. Still erect, he wrapped an arm around her waist and brought them down onto the bed on their sides after it was over. Keeping her held tightly to him, he opened his eyes to find the room spinning. He rested his head on Jorja’s and let sleep claim him.

Jorja came awake to the sound of deep, even breathing in her ear. She had no idea how long she’d slept, but she didn’t think it had been all that long. At first, she didn’t remember where she was. But as her gaze landed on the furnishings in the room, it all came rushing back. She’d slept with Kian. And it had been amazing. She also couldn’t believe she went that far with him. It so wasn’t like her to jump into the sack with a man she was attracted to. But there was something about Kian, and the way she felt pulled toward him, that she’d thrown caution to the wind and went with what her body demanded. Once again she thought of how good it had been. Some men had problems performing while a little drunk, but that didn’t seem to be the case with him. He’d been more than able to keep it up, even after coming twice. Just before she’d fallen asleep, she’d realized his cock was still hard, buried deep inside her. She’d never been with a man who could do that.