Marisa Chenery - A Werewolf at the Falls

He lathered his hands a second time and washed each of her arms, his knuckles brushing against the sides of her breasts. Jorja’s heart beat faster as her pussy grew wet with arousal. She squirmed, and his cock, which was trapped between them, hardened. The feel of it only caused desire to heat her blood even more.

As Kian’s soapy hand disappeared under the water to stroke along her stomach, Jorja knew the demands of her body wouldn’t let her sleep until he gave her the release she needed. Lower his hand went until his fingers brushed against her mound.

Jorja couldn’t hold back a small moan. “I thought you said you were only going to hold me.”

He nudged her hair away from the side her neck with his chin, then gently nipped her. “You’re just too tempting. Having you naked and slippery from the water, in my arms, I can’t not touch.” He licked her skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Kian’s hand drifted lower until he found her clit. Jorja spread her legs, putting them on top of his as she panted from the arousal coursing through her body. “You make me ache. I need more.”

“I’ll give it to you,” he said, his voice strained.

He pushed two fingers inside her pussy, causing her to moan. As he pumped them in and out, she lifted her hips to match his strokes. The water in the tub sloshed around them. Kian worked her faster, his thumb stroking her clit. Jorja felt his hard cock jerk against her back as she squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers.

“That’s it, Jorja,” he ground out. “Fuck my fingers. Come for me.”

He added a third and she felt herself coming. A keening moan escaped her as she held onto the sides of the tub for dear life. Wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. She hadn’t thought she’d had enough energy to climax again, but obviously she’d been wrong.

Once it ended, Kian pulled his fingers out of her. His cock was thick and long against her back. She turned in the water to face him. He had his eyes closed as his chest rapidly rose and fell. She more than wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.

Jorja fisted his cock under the water and pumped her hand up and down his length. He rocked his hips, the tip of his shaft breaking the water’s surface with each upward thrust. Wanting to taste him, she bent her head and swiped her tongue over the slit when it appeared again.

Kian made a sound between a growl and a moan in the back of his throat. “More,” he panted before he shifted and rose to stand.

Jorja knelt on her knees before him, his big cock now eye level with her. She flicked his slit again with the tip of her tongue, swiping at the bead of pre-cum that had appeared. With a firm grip on the base of his shaft, she sucked him inside her mouth. Her head bobbed as she took him in and out.

“Yes,” Kian hissed. “Suck me. Harder.”

She increased the suction, taking his cock almost to the back of her throat. Kian thrust his hips as he fucked her mouth. His shaft grew even harder. An ache pounded deep inside her pussy.

“I can smell your desire, Jorja,” he said hoarsely. “You want to come again?”

She moaned around his cock in answer.

Kian pulled out of her mouth and lifted her onto her feet. He shifted them both until she stood in front of him, facing the back wall. He ran his hand down her thigh, then lifted her leg, placing her foot to rest on the corner of the tub. His cock brushed her pussy just before he thrust home.

He took her from behind in hard, fast strokes. “I can’t hold back much longer,” Kian moaned. “Come, Jorja. Now.”

She pushed back on him, matching his pace, then fell over the edge into an intense release. His hoarse cry told her he’d followed suit. Once her pussy relaxed around his cock, Kian pulled out of her, even though he was still hard. She put her hands on the wall to support herself. Satiated, tiredness beat at her.

Kian turned off the whirlpool’s jets and pulled the plug to drain the water. She said nothing as he lifted her out of the tub, dried her and then himself. He carried her to the bed and tucked her under the covers before he joined her. The last thought Jorja had before sleep overcame her was Kian had just ruined her for other men.

Kian awoke before Jorja did. They both lay on their sides, facing each other. He had his arm under her neck while the other was over her waist. He also had one of his legs between hers. He stared at her, still finding it hard to believe he’d finally found his mate. It had only taken him nine hundred years. He snorted to himself. Atticus was nine hundred years old as well, and had just found his. Soren was the same age too, which meant there was a good possibility he’d be finding his mate in the not-too-distant future. Maybe.

He ran his gaze over his mate’s face. He’d been shocked as all hell when she’d said she’d thought he wouldn’t want her once he’d sobered up. She was everything he could ask for in a mate. She was pretty, had a great personality and had a body he’d never tire of. And making love to her didn’t compare to any of his past experiences. Sex with Jorja would always be intense. And each time they shared their bodies the closer the mating bond would become.

Thinking of that bond, Kian knew he’d have to convince her to stay the night. No fucking way was he going through a separation again. The one experience had been more than enough. He’d have to tell Jorja what it all meant, but he was reluctant to do it just yet. She was already nervous around him. He didn’t need her fearing him as well.

He breathed a silent sigh. How could he tell a mortal that werewolves actually existed and not have one freak out? He hadn’t a clue how to go about it. In all of his nine hundred years, he’d never told a mortal what he was. He’d had mortal acquaintances, but never ones he’d been close with. To this day, Atticus and Soren were his closest friends. And now he’d gone and claimed a mate who was mortal. Damn, he wasn’t looking forward to the explanations he’d have to give Jorja.

Maybe it was a little bit selfish on his part, but he wanted at least a day with her where she thought he was just like her. Then tonight, after she finished her shift, he’d bring her up here to his room and tell her the truth. And he’d be dead sober when he did it too.

Kian leaned in and gently kissed Jorja awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and when she focused on him, she smiled. “Hi,” she said in a sleep-roughened voice.

“Hi, yourself. I’m hungry, so I’m going to order some room service. Do you want something?”

“Sure.”

“What do you want? Since it’s pushing noon, we can either have a late breakfast or an early lunch. Which would you prefer?”

“A late breakfast sounds good.”

“All right. I’ll order a little bit of everything and we can have our own buffet. I’m going to use the bathroom, then I’ll order the food.”

Kian got out of bed, collected his clothes and went into the bathroom. He used the toilet, brushed his teeth and even managed to do a quick shave. When he came out Jorja was already dressed and sitting on the couch in the conversation area of the room.

He crossed over to her and sat beside her. “I’ll order the food in a minute, but I was thinking, do you mind if I ask my friend Soren to come along when we go see the Falls?”

“He’s the blond man you were with last night?”

“Yes. He’s in the room next door.”

“N-No I don’t mind. You came to the resort with him, after all.”

“He wouldn’t care if I abandoned him for you. He’s probably expecting it.”

“You can ask him.”

“I’ll call room service, then pop over to his room. I want to catch him before he decides to hit the casino.”