A Werewolf at the Falls bcp-oc-2

by Marisa Chenery

  Kian pushed the button for the correct floor, then stepped back to Jorja’s side. Her scent wafted around him inside the small space. Now that he was around her, in close quarters, his mating urge rode him harder, digging its claws into him. His cock hardened. He leaned closer until their shoulders touched and he took a deep breath. He smelled the scent that was hers alone, but mixed into it was the scent of Jorja’s arousal. It wasn’t strong, but it was definitely there.

  He had to close his eyes for a second to rein himself back under control. The pounding need that thrummed through his body demanded he take her, claim her as his. Kian couldn’t let things get out of hand. With Jorja being his mate, he couldn’t just sleep with her and be able to walk away if he wanted to. The first time mates made love their souls joined, became one, forming a mating bond. Once it was in place, one couldn’t be away from the other for any real length of time without suffering. Each would think something had happened to the other. The need to be together would override almost everything else. And when the separated couple reunited, explosive sex happened soon after, reaffirming the mating bond.

  The elevator dinged again once it reached their stop. Kian guided Jorja off the car and down the long hallway to his room. In front of the door, he let go of her hand and fished the keycard out of his jeans pocket. He fumbled it once before he managed to get it into the slot on the door correctly and unlocked it.

  He shifted to the side to allow Jorja to step into the room first. After she used the phone to call down to the bar with his suite number, she put her coat and purse on the couch and crossed to stand in front of the back wall, which was completely filled with a row of windows.

  “Even though I live here in Niagara Falls, I can never get enough of watching the Falls, especially when they are lit up at night,” she said.

  Kian joined her at the windows. His room gave a spectacular view of the Horseshoe Falls. The tumbling water had been lit with blues and reds. “Yeah, it is pretty awe-inspiring. But I prefer the view inside the room.”

  Jorja turned her head to look at him. Her cheeks were stained red. “I…I have to agree with you on that.”

  Seeing and hearing her nervousness return, Kian decided to distract her with the wine. He lifted it higher for Jorja to see. “I had the bartender open this, so I just need to pull out the cork. I forgot to ask for a couple of wineglasses. Hopefully you won’t mind using the small tumblers from the hotel room.”

  She smiled. “As long as I don’t have to drink it out of the bottle, I’m good.”

  He put the wine bottle on the small table in the conversation area, then went to the bathroom to collect the tumblers. Shortly after that, he had the wine poured and sat on the couch with Jorja.

  “I hope you like red wine,” he said.

  Jorja nodded, then took a sip from her glass. “It’s good.”

  Kian took a big gulp of his, even though it would only go straight to his head. In his present condition, his wolf had more of an influence over him than he normally allowed while in human form. And right now, his wolf wanted Jorja. Add the mating urge into the mix, and Kian felt his control slip as each second went by.

  He waited until she’d had a few more sips from her glass before he took it from her and placed it on the table with his. Kian inched closer and reached out to stroke a finger along her soft cheek. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip. His gaze became glued to her lush mouth. It was too much. He had to have another taste of her.

  Kian shifted his hand to cup her cheek and brought his mouth down onto Jorja’s. A wolf’s growl of satisfaction punched out of him before he could stop it. She stiffened at the sound, but soon pressed herself closer when he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue between her lips.

  The taste of her cranked his arousal and need for this woman up another notch. His head, already swimming from the alcohol he’d consumed, swam even more. And more of his wolf instincts took over. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her chest tightly to his. Knowing his eyes had to be mutedly glowing at this point—something they did whenever he was very aroused or angry—Kian closed them.

  The kiss became more carnal, their tongues dueling with each other. The sound of Jorja’s rapidly beating heart and harsh breathing filled his ears. He ran his hand down her cheek to stroke the side of her neck to her shoulder. He skimmed across the front of her violet, silky blouse until he reached her full breast. She moaned into his mouth as he stroked the taut nipple with his thumb.

  Needing to touch more of her, Kian lifted Jorja and seated her sideways across his lap. His aching cock pressed against her ass. Still kissing her, he ran a hand down from her knee to her foot. He made quick work of pulling off the black pumps she wore.

  That done, he stroked back up her leg. Since she didn’t wear any pantyhose, there was nothing between her skin and his hand. Higher he caressed until he reached her knee once again.

  Kian broke away from her mouth and dropped his head to nuzzle the hollow of Jorja’s throat. “Will you let me touch you?” he asked.

  Her reply was a breathy, “Yes.”

  He licked a path to her upper chest and nudged the vee of her blouse open wider with his nose as his hand continued its upward exploration. Reaching the hem of her skirt, Kian ran his fingers along her inner thigh, diving under it. Her skin felt like silk beneath his fingertips. He wanted to take the same path with his lips and tongue.

  Encountering the edge of her panties, Kian brushed his hand against her pussy. The material felt damp. A small, whimpered moan escaped Jorja as he stroked her there, causing her to become even wetter.

  His wolf howled in his mind, a mournful cry for his mate. With Jorja so willing in his arms, Kian surrendered to his animal side. All the reasons why he shouldn’t claim her right then and there no longer meant anything. The only thing that mattered was having her, making her his, so no other could take her from him.

  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.

  Chapter Three

  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.

  And just before he’d come the first time, she swore something had passed between them. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. It hadn’t been unpleasant, just different.

  Knowing it had to be very late, Jorja slowly slipped out from under Kian’s arm. He didn’t stir. She sat up and looked at him. She still found it hard to believe she’d actually had sex with him. Running her gaze over his naked form, her pussy clenched. As she’d surmised earlier, he had the body of an underwear model. Only his muscles were a bit too big to actually be one.

  Her gaze lingered over his well-defined chest and washboard abs before it landed on his cock. Even though he was soft, it was still big. While fully erect, it was thick and long, filling her up. And boy did he know how to use it. She’d never been so well fucked in her life. Even now she wanted more of him.

  Jorja silently sighed in regret and slipped off the bed. She checked Kian once more and found he still slept on. He had to be a heavy sleeper, or the alcohol made him one. Not wanting to wake him in case he tried to get her to stay the rest of the night, which she wasn’t comfortable doing, she gathered her clothes. She didn’t need some of the people she worked with noticing her leaving the resort in the morning.

  After a quick pit stop in the bathroom where Jorja dressed, she went to the conversation area and picked up her coat and purse from the couch. She thought of at least leaving her cell phone number for Kian, but decided against it. He wasn’t drunk enough to forget he’d slept with her, but once he sobered up there could be a chance he’d change his mind about wanting anything more to do with her. Especially since she couldn’t have a normal conversation with him without stuttering.

  With one last look at Kian, she opened the door and silently stepped out into the hall, then quietly pulled it closed behind her. She hurried down the long stretch of hallway to the elevators. She pushed the call button and watched to see which set of doors would open.

  Jorja made it all the way down to the lobby and outside to the parking lot before she felt as if she should go
back to Kian. With a shake of her head, she brushed the feeling aside. She was not going back. She had to get some much-needed sleep, or she’d be dragging her ass during her next shift that coming evening.

  She unlocked the driver’s door of her ten-year-old Chevy Cavalier and got inside. After putting the key in the ignition, Jorja sent up a silent prayer it would start before she turned it. Much to her relief it worked. Her car was getting to be a beater, but she couldn’t afford to look for another used one at the moment. Nor could she pay for costly repairs on the Cavalier.

  On the drive to her apartment, the feeling of wanting to see Kian returned, only this time it was a bit stronger. Great, Jorja thought. She’d gotten laid and now she was going to be obsessed with him.

  Reaching her building, a small duplex, Jorja drove around to the back and parked. She got out, walked to the back door and let herself inside. As she went up the stairs to her apartment, she took a deep breath. She felt out of sorts, as if something were missing. It had to be tiredness. Usually she would already be home and in bed.

  Once she was inside her apartment, Jorja put her coat away, then headed to her bedroom to change into her pajamas—a pair of light, cotton sleep pants and a loose t-shirt.

  Forgoing brushing her teeth for one night, she got into her queen-sized bed, stretching out in the middle of it. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come. It didn’t. Instead of being relaxed, her body felt tense. Thoughts of Kian filled her head. Was he okay? Had she done the right thing by leaving without waking him? It had only been a little over a half hour since she’d last seen him, but it felt like a day. The need to see him, hear his voice, touch him, bordered on desperate.

  Jorja rolled to her side and punched her pillow into the shape she wanted it. She had to stop with these thoughts. She would not allow herself to become obsessed with a man. Just because she’d slept with Kian once did not mean it went beyond the great sex. Christ, she knew nothing about him.