Loved by a Werewolf

by Marisa Chenery

Cale shifted to her other nipple and paid it the same attention. Sierra’s excitement grew. The sound of their heavy breathing filled her ears. She buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her.

  Her belly quivered as he trailed his hands down it to the top of her panties. With two quick tugs, Cale had them yanked down her legs and off. Once he tossed them aside, he left her breast and continued downward, pushing her legs farther apart as he went.

  The first swipe of his tongue along her pussy had Sierra’s hips arching off the chair. She gripped the armrests, digging her nails into the material, as Cale licked her again and circled her clit. “Yes,” she moaned.

  “I’m just getting started,” Cale said against her skin.

  He licked and sucked on her pussy. Her whimpered cries filled the room. They increased in volume when he pushed one finger and then another inside her. She clamped her inner walls around the digits and rode them as they stroked in and out. Cale used his tongue to stimulate her clit at the same time, driving her closer and closer to her release.

  As if he sensed how near she actually was, Cale changed the position of his fingers so they caressed her G-spot. A few strokes and he had her tumbling over the edge into orgasm. Sierra let out a strangled cry, her pussy clutching the digits that still moved inside her.

  After the last wave of pleasure hit her, Sierra opened her eyes and looked down at Cale. He had his head resting on her thigh as his broad shoulders lifted with each rapid breath he took.

  She stroked a hand through his soft hair. “I want to touch you like you touched me. Stand up.”

  Cale did as she’d asked and rose to his feet. Sierra inched to the edge of the seat and stroked her hands from his hard chest down his six-pack abs. She looked up at him and saw he had his eyes closed. His face was strained, as if he were holding himself back.

  Looking at what she had at eye level, Sierra undid Cale’s jeans. She parted the material and tugged it down a bit until she’d sprung his cock. Since he wasn’t wearing any underwear, there was nothing holding her back from running a finger along his shaft. It jerked in response to her delicate touch.

  Wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her, she wrapped her fingers around his thick length and pumped up and down. Cale rocked his hips in time with her movements, pushing his cock tighter into her hand. As she watched, a bead of pre-cum appeared on the very tip. Sierra leaned in and licked it off. Cale groaned deep in his throat.

  Sierra took that as encouragement. She stroked down his shaft and grasped him firmly around the base. Inching her bottom even closer to the edge of the seat, she circled the broad head of his cock with the tip of her tongue before she opened her mouth and sucked it inside. She took more of him until she reached the maximum she could handle. The rest she stroked with her hand while she slid him in and out.

  “Christ,” Cale panted. “Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

  She didn’t answer him. Instead, she sucked on him harder and used the flat of her tongue to stroke the sensitive spot just under the head. Cale’s hips jerked, pumping, as he fucked her mouth. His cock grew thicker and longer.

  She didn’t stop pleasuring him this way. She wanted him to come, to give her everything he had. It wasn’t long before Cale made a noise between a moan and what sounded like an animalistic growl. His shaft pulsed inside her mouth as he came.

  Once it was over, Sierra released him. Amazingly, Cale was still hard, even though he’d reached release. She looked up and found him struggling to regain his breath. She stood, stripped off her bra and wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her body against his, trapping his cock between them.

  Sierra brushed Cale’s lips with hers. “That was nice, but I could go for more.” She rubbed against him, eliciting a deep groan. “And from the looks of it so could you.”

  Cale leaned his forehead against hers and held on to her hips to hold her still. “I think we’d better stop right here for now. We still have to eat before we go on the whale-watching tour.”

  “We could always do that another day.” Sierra dragged her tongue across his lips.

  He groaned again. “I’ve already booked the tour, so we’re going. Besides, if we did any more, I’d never let you out of bed for the rest of the day and night.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to reschedule?”

  Cale slapped her ass and lifted his head. “I’m sure. Stop tempting me. I’ve already strayed from some of my plans I’d laid out for the day.”

  “Think of what we just did as getting a head start on the most enjoyable part of it. Which I intend to indulge in more of once the tour is over.”

  “What would you say if I were an old-fashioned type of guy and wanted to wait until we know each other a bit better before we hopped into the sack?”

  Sierra giggled. “I’d say forget it. You’ve already given me a taste of you and I find I’m craving more. A lot more. There’s no going back now.”

  “Well, I tried.” Cale stepped back and stuffed his still hard cock into his jeans and did them up. “Even though you make a delectable sight naked, I need you to get dressed. Then we can look at the room service menu.”

  She sighed dramatically. “All right, if you insist. I just can’t promise you that I’ll behave later.”

  He gave her a crooked grin. “Then I’ve been forewarned. I’ll get the menu.”

  Figuring there would be no changing Cale’s mind, Sierra gathered up her clothes then got dressed. It was still early in the day. She’d make sure they took up where they left off sometime before she said goodnight to Cale.

  Chapter Four

  Cale glanced up from the plate of pan-seared salmon he had in front of him and at Sierra. She’d ordered the same dish as he had. He ran his gaze over her pretty face as he put another bite of the fish in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of looking at her.

  What they’d done earlier had only made his mating urge ride his ass harder, but it was totally worth it. And he would do it again. The only thing he had to worry about was his ability to stop himself from making love to Sierra fully. Every time he touched her, kissed her, he wanted her more. He wanted to claim her as his mate and bind her to him.

  “I can feel you watching me, you know,” Sierra said with a laugh. She looked up and met his gaze. “And if you keep it up, my promise to behave will go out the window.”

  “I’m just looking and enjoying the view while I eat.”

  “Well, if you enjoy it too much I won’t be responsible for what I do.”

  Cale speared the last of his salmon with his fork and popped it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, then said, “I’m finished eating. What about you? We should get ready to go soon.”

  Sierra eyed him. “Why do I have the impression that you’re trying to get us out of this room as soon as you can?”

  “It’s not so much getting us out of here as I think we need to slow things down a little. Like I said before, get to know each other better.” He grew serious. “I don’t want this to end when my vacation is over.”

  She put down her fork and straightened in her chair. “I’d like that.” Sierra cleared her throat. “If we’re going to be open about how we want things to go, I have a question to ask.”

  “Go for it.”

  “Were you serious about offering me a job at your gym in Toronto?”

  “Of course I was.”

  Sierra bit her lower lip. “Last night got me thinking. I’m due for a change in my life. I have to stop being my brother’s keeper, or he’ll never smarten up. Now that my dad has passed, and I’m not very close to Trevor or my mother, there really isn’t anything holding me here.”

  Cale reached across the table and picked up her hand, stroking his thumb across the back of it. “If that is what you want to do, the position is yours.”

  Sierra deciding to move to Toronto couldn’t have worked out any more perfect. Once they became mates, she’d have to do that anyway. He couldn’t live away from that city. I
t was where his pack was located. If he were to live in Victoria he’d have to go lone wolf, since there wasn’t a werewolf pack here. That wasn’t something he wanted to do, not with a mate.

  “Then I have some serious thinking to do over the next few days,” she said. “I’ll also have to look into apartments to rent. I don’t want to spend a lot of time staying at a hotel. That could get expensive.”

  “Don’t worry about your living arrangements. You’ll be staying with me.”

  She eyed him. “You want me to move in with you?”

  “Yes. By the end of my holidays, I have a feeling we’re going to be very close.”

  “You sound pretty sure of yourself.”

  “I am. You just wait and see.” He turned in his chair and glanced at the clock on the small table next to the bed. “We should probably start getting ready to go. The yacht will be leaving the harbor soon.”

  “You booked us on a yacht tour?”

  He smiled. “Of course. Since kayaks were out, I figured we might as well go in style.”

  “I can’t argue with that.”

  After he put the tray with their empty plates on it outside in the hallway for room service to pick up, Cale pulled on a windbreaker as Sierra donned hers. Once they were ready, he took her by the hand and brought her down to the lobby.

  It was only a short walk from the hotel to the harbor. He guided Sierra over to the yacht used for the tour, and they boarded once their reservation had been verified. There were a few other people standing at the rails. The tour would take up to eighty-four passengers, but Cale doubted that many people would be on this trip, since their two o’clock departure time was nearing.

  Once they were underway, the university-degreed marine biologist who was supposed to run the tour came up on deck and told the passengers they could expect to see killer whales, along with humpback, gray and minke whales. There were also supposed to be porpoises around as well.

  “I hope we get to hear the humpback’s song,” Sierra said after the biologist told everyone about the underwater microphones.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  When a pod of killer whales was spotted, Cale guided Sierra over to the rail closest. The large mammals broke the surface of the water, their dorsal fins sticking straight up as they blew mists of water into the air. They were a sight to behold.

  “Look,” he pointed to the whales, “there are a couple of babies.”

  “They’re beautiful,” Sierra said.

  They spent the next three hours enjoying being out on the water and watching the whales. Even a few of the humpbacks put on a show by breaching. Cale figured it was well worth the money he’d spent. With no oceans near Toronto, this was something he could never do at home. And seeing the look of awe on Sierra’s face when one of the large mammals did something made it even more enjoyable.

  Once they were back in the harbor, Cale put his arms around Sierra’s shoulders and walked her down the dock. “Would you like to go get something to eat?”

  She turned her head to look at him. “Actually, I’m not hungry. I sort of filled up on the snacks and refreshments they put out on the tour. I have a weakness for free food,” she said with a laugh. “But if you want something, don’t let me stop you.”

  “No, I’m fine.”

  Sierra put her arm around his waist. “Then let’s go back to your hotel room and watch some TV, maybe have a few drinks.”

  Cale knew he’d be playing with fire, but he didn’t want to tell her no. Spending the afternoon with her had been beyond his expectations. He’d never been this relaxed, or more like himself, around other women. The more Sierra and he talked, the more he found himself falling for her. She was to be his mate, it was expected that he’d have deep feelings for Sierra quite quickly. If that hadn’t been possible his mating urge wouldn’t have been set off.

  Back at The Fairmont Empress, Cale bought a bottle of white wine from the bar inside the restaurant to bring up to his room. Once he and Sierra were closed behind the locked door, he hung their jackets up and went to the bathroom to grab two glasses from the counter.

  He held them up as he joined Sierra in the sitting area. “I know these aren’t meant for wine, but that’s all we have.”

  “A glass is a glass,” she replied with a smile.

  Cale sat and opened the bottle of wine and poured some into each small tumbler. He then handed one to Sierra and clinked his against hers. “Here’s to getting to know each other better.”

  She giggled. “I’ll drink to that,” Sierra said before she took a sip.

  As they sat watching TV, Cale found himself not really paying attention. All his senses were more trained on Sierra than anything else. Now that they were alone in his room again, he found himself longing to touch and taste her as he’d done earlier. The mating urge always present, it was hard to ignore. His would-be mate’s scent seemed to fill his head with each breath he took, enticing him.

  Cale refilled their glasses once they’d drained them. Sierra had settled under his arm with her back pressed to his chest and her head on his shoulder. She stared at the TV as she ran her hand up and down his thigh, each stroke coming ever nearer to his cock. He grew from semi-hard to fully engorged in a matter of seconds. His erection throbbed in time with his rapid heartbeat. The need to have Sierra increased, making it harder for him to resist.

  To distract himself from giving free rein to the impulses that battered him, Cale downed his wine in two gulps and poured himself more. It wasn’t as if the alcohol would cool his libido. Being a werewolf, he had to drink a shit-ton of booze to even get a good buzz going. He quickly drank the next glass and refilled it again.

  Sierra made no comment about how much he was drinking. She continued to keep her gaze on the television and trailed her hand up and down his leg at the same time. When she brushed the tip of his cock, it jerked inside his jeans. The next pass, she closed her fingers over his shaft and stroked his full length. Cale gripped his glass so tightly he was surprised it didn’t shatter. He looked down and watched her play with him, breathing as if he’d just run a marathon.

  She was working him up to a fever pitch. He ached to feel Sierra’s fingers touching his bare cock, pumping and squeezing. He fought a battle with himself. He needed to stay in control, not let things get out of hand, which was hard, considering his body was on fire for Sierra. All he wanted to do was strip her naked, pull her under him and sink his dick between her legs.

  As if she’d known what he’d thought, Sierra released him and lifted her hand to the fasteners on his jeans. With a few tugs, she opened them and shoved her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as he’d wanted. Cale couldn’t hold back the low, quiet growl of need that punched out of him when she pumped up and down.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sierra turn her head to look at him. He turned his in her direction and noted the high color on her cheeks. The pulse in her neck throbbed in a rapid tempo. Her arousal perfumed the air around them.

  Without a word, Sierra placed her glass on the table in front of them and shifted so she straddled his lap. Her jean-clad pussy came down on top of his erection as she fisted his hair on both sides of his head and clamped her mouth over his. That was one thing he noticed about his would-be mate, she had no problem taking from him what she wanted when she wanted it. That excited him even more.

  She took his mouth in a heady kiss, tasting him as she ground against him. Once they were both moaning, Sierra broke contact with his lips and quickly shed her top and bra. She then took off his shirt before she rubbed her taut nipples against his chest while she reclaimed his mouth once more.

  One of her hands reached between them and pushed inside his jeans to latch around his cock. She stroked him in a tight fist. Cale couldn’t hold still any longer and lifted his hips in time with her movements. The kiss they shared became more carnal, desperate. Their teeth bumped together in their excitement.

  Rising on her knees, Sierra used her free hand t
o push his jeans farther down until they were past his hips and his cock was free of them. Cale kept his eyes closed as he lost himself in Sierra’s touch. Intense arousal pounded through him. The world seemed to fade away until all he felt were her lips on his and her hand wrapped around his dick.

  Cale went stiff as a board as slick, warm walls closed around the head of his cock. Sierra had taken another inch of him inside her pussy before he gathered his wits about him. He clamped his hands on her hips and stopped her downward movement.

  His whole body shook as he fought the urge to sink home. “Sierra. Stop,” he said through gritted teeth. She felt so damn good.

  She pushed down again, taking a little bit more of him before he tightened his grip on her hips to halt her. “Yes, Cale. We both want this.”

  He tried to buck her off, but that only drove his cock deeper inside her pussy. Sierra used that to her advantage and forced him the rest of the way in until he was sheathed to the hilt.

  Cale’s harsh breathing filled the room. It still wasn’t too late, though he barely held on by the skin of his teeth. He was inside her, but the mating process hadn’t started yet. As long as he kept her from moving on him maybe he’d be able to pull out. But that was easier said than done. He couldn’t make himself lift her off him. He reminded himself that Sierra had no idea what the ramifications would be if they finished what she’d started. She deserved to have the choice. He had to do the honorable thing, even though he’d be in pain for a little while. Having blue balls would only be a minor thing.

  But then she leaned forward, clamped her teeth on the spot where his neck and shoulder met, biting, and squeezed his cock with her inner muscles. With a loud growl he did nothing to mask, Cale lifted her on and off him as he thrust into her. Where she’d bitten him was the biggest turn-on for a male werewolf, making him lose all control.

  Sierra’s cries of passion filled his head as growl after growl rumbled out of him. Feeling more wolf than man, he took her in pounding thrusts that lifted her knees off the couch with each inward movement. The sensation of her pussy closing around his cock, squeezing him tight, felt like heaven.