Werewolf's Treasure

Chapter One

Soren parked his black luxury sports car in the visitor’s parking and got out. He looked way up at the condo high-rise before him. He’d come to see a furnished penthouse apartment that was for sale. He’d already been in contact with the real estate agent who had the listing and booked an appointment to view it. The condo was situated in Toronto’s Harbourfront area, close to the Toronto Harbour and Lake Ontario.

At nine hundred years old, Soren figured it was about time he moved out of his parents’ mansion. Plus it didn’t help that one of his best friends, Kian, took every opportunity he could get to rib him about it. Yes, Kian had left his family’s home first, and was now mated to Jorja, but that didn’t give him the right to ride Soren’s ass just for the fun of it. For werewolf kind, the age of nine hundred was young in their years, since they could live to be three thousand.

Soren strolled toward the front of the building and looked around. So far he liked what he saw. There was some greenery in the way of potted plants running along the walkway. The agent was supposed to meet him just inside the entrance. Her name was Treasure. He’d wondered what it had been like for her growing up with a name like that. She’d sounded young over the phone, but for all he knew she could be someone’s grandma.

Reaching the heavy glass doors, he pulled one open and stepped into the vestibule.

On the other side of the locked glass door a woman stood with her back toward him. If this was Treasure, she definitely wasn’t anybody’s grandmother. He ran his gaze down her. She wore a dark-blue, short-sleeved dress that hugged her curved-in waist and rounded bottom to perfection. The hem of it ended just past the middle of her thighs, giving him an excellent view of her long, toned legs. She wore strappy high heels that matched the color of her dress. Lifting his gaze again, Soren followed the waves of copper-blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back.

He stepped closer to the inner door and rapped on the glass to draw the woman’s attention. She turned and smiled when she saw him standing there. Soren found the front view just as appealing as the back. Flashing, dark-green eyes were set in a face that was more than pretty for a mortal. His kind all had supermodel good looks, even the males.

She crossed the short distance to the door and opened it, stepping aside for him to walk through. As the air stirred between them, Soren got his first whiff of her scent. It slammed into him, almost causing him to trip over his feet as his body went haywire.

His cock was instantly rock hard, straining against the front of his black jeans. He had to fight back a growl of need that threatened to break loose. His mating urge dug its claws deep into him and didn’t let go.

Oblivious to what surged through him, she continued to smile and held out her hand in his direction. “Hi, I’m Treasure. You must be Soren.”

Oh, she was treasure all right. His treasure, his mate. He breathed in more of her enticing scent and swallowed as he tried to keep himself from pulling her to him and devouring her mouth.

He nodded and took her hand. “Yes, I’m Soren. It’s really nice to meet you, Treasure.” His voice had a huskiness to it caused by the demanding need pulsing through his body.

“Shall we go look at the penthouse?”

At his nod, Treasure turned and led him to the bank of elevators. Soren’s gaze locked on her, unable to look away. She was his. His. His. That word seemed to echo inside him with each rapid beat of his heart. He reined those thoughts back. If he wasn’t careful, his control would slip and his eyes would mutedly glow, showing just how much she turned him on. Since she was a mortal, it would more than likely have Treasure running from him. And he definitely didn’t want that.

The elevator arrived and they stepped inside. The doors swished closed and Soren wondered how he was going to stand being in such a close space with Treasure and not act on what his mating urge pushed him to do. Her scent intensified, filling his head until it swam and he’d become intoxicated.

Treasure pushed the button for the very top floor and the elevator rose. “I think you’ll like the penthouse,” she said. “It’s fully furnished, so it’s move-in ready. The maintenance fees are seven hundred and fifty-one dollars, which includes the HST.”

Soren forced himself to focus on what Treasure said, not on the way her kissable lips moved as she spoke. It took him a second to remember what HST meant—

harmonized sales tax. It had only been a year since it had replaced the GST—goods and service tax. Now instead of the government getting fifteen percent from the sale of all goods and services, the HST allowed them to get thirteen percent from almost every purchase. He didn’t know which one was really better. They both sucked.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, what is the closing date?”

“Thirty days from today, but it’s negotiable. The present owners aren’t living here and want to sell it as soon as they can. They’ve already moved into their new home. It was a job transfer to another province.”

“I see,” Soren said.

He sounded inane, but that was about all his poor brain could manage with all the blood in his body pooling to his cock. The elevator doors slid open and Treasure stepped out into the hallway. Still oblivious to what happened to him, she crossed to a door and unlocked it. If she’d been a werewolf like him, she’d have scented his arousal by now. She’d also know what she meant to him. Female werewolves didn’t experience the mating urge, but they had the ability to sense it, especially when the male meant for them was in the throes of it.

Treasure stopped just inside the entranceway. Soren couldn’t resist invading her personal space and taking a quick sniff of her hair. It smelled of the flowery shampoo she used. He took a step back when she spun around to face him with a leery look on her face. She shifted away a little, and Soren silently cursed himself. He didn’t need her thinking he was some kind of sicko or something.

Hoping to lay her mind to rest, he stepped around her and headed farther into the penthouse. The living room was spacious with a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows at the far end. On the other side of the glass was a balcony. To collect himself a bit better before he faced Treasure again, Soren walked over to the windows and looked out.

There was an excellent view of the ships docked at the marina in the harbor. Beyond that was the large expanse of Lake Ontario.

Soren took a deep breath and turned to Treasure. “I like what I’m seeing so far.”

“Good.” She smiled. “There are eight rooms in total—living room, dining room, kitchen, three bedrooms and two full baths. The square footage is almost twenty-five hundred.”

He looked at the black leather couches, armchairs and the rest of the heavy, dark wood furnishings. He also noted the large fifty-five-inch LCD television hanging on a wall across from one of the couches. “And the asking price is five hundred and forty thousand?”

“Correct. Shall we look at the other rooms?”

Soren nodded, then followed Treasure into the dining room, which only had an archway separating it from the living room. It had a nice large oak dining table with six high-backed matching chairs. A china cabinet sat along one of the walls, also matching the design of the rest of the furniture. A modern-looking chandelier hung from the ceiling over the center of the table. Like the living room, there was light-colored hardwood flooring.

Next they went to the kitchen, which was off the dining room. Since Soren really couldn’t cook worth a shit, he gave it a cursory glance, noting the granite countertops and stainless-steel fridge, stove and dishwasher.

Treasure kept up a commentary, giving sizes of rooms and whatnot as she took Soren from room to room. One time she stopped short and he ended up almost ramming into the back of her. As it was, her bottom brushed against the erection that had yet to go down. He quickly pulled away before she noticed the condition he was in, even though that slight contact had made his cock jerk and a surge of pleasure shoot through him.

At the large master bedroom, the sight of the king-sized bed had thoughts of what he wanted to do to Treasure on it flitting through Soren’s head. He’d slowly peel off the dress she wore while he kissed and licked every inch of her skin. He’d strip her out of her bra and panties, equally slow, making sure to lavish attention on her breasts before he tasted her pussy. Then he’d use his mouth to pleasure her until she came, crying out his name.

Soren’s cock throbbed painfully as he let his imagination run away with him. The sound of Treasure saying his name brought him quickly back to the here and now. He focused his gaze on her and found hers locked on the crotch of his jeans. He didn’t have to look down to know there would be no missing the large bulge there. He wasn’t exactly a small man in that area of his person. It was too late to try to hide it, so he stood there and let Treasure check him out.

He took a deep breath and fisted his hands at his sides when he picked out the sweet scent of Treasure’s arousal. It caused his cock to jerk again, which had her gaze snapping up to meet his. A small sound like a gasp slipped past her lips, and Soren knew his eyes had to be glowing mutedly. He hurriedly turned his back on her and headed for the en suite bathroom.

Soren really didn’t see anything, but used the time it took for Treasure to join him to wrench himself back under control. A quick look in the mirror above the sink showed his eyes were back to normal.

He faced her once again and found her staring at him with stark interest. Her professional mien had definitely slipped. Treasure licked her lips, and Soren bit back a growl of need that threatened to rumble out of him. He wanted to taste those lips, feel them closing around his cock while she sucked him into her mouth.

Feeling a bit overcome by the mating urge again, Soren stepped closer to Treasure, backing her up against the counter. The sound of her heart beating faster thundered in his ears, and the scent of her arousal growing stronger made him ache even more. He put his hands on the hard surface on either side of her hips as he leaned in slightly and breathed in more of her heady scent.

“I’ll take y…it,” he said huskily. He’d almost said he’d take her instead of the penthouse.

“You will?” she asked, her voice soft and breathy.

“Yes.” Soren shifted even closer. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”

Treasure looked into Soren’s light-brown eyes and felt herself drowning in them.

He stood so close all it would take to feel his lips on hers was for her to let herself lean in ever so slightly. The urge was almost too much to resist.

She was also horny as hell. First seeing Soren in the vestibule downstairs, she’d found him more than attractive. He had the good looks any male supermodel would possess. With his short, blond hair, chiseled features, well-muscled body and standing at least six-foot-five, he had everything she was drawn to in a man. And being enclosed in the elevator car with him, she’d found it hard to keep her attraction from showing.

As she took Soren on the tour of the penthouse, Treasure had a harder time keeping her professional face, as she liked to call it—the look that put a prospective client at ease and had them believing she knew what she talked about, hopefully leading them to purchase a property through her. With Soren, though, she had to work at it when it usually came so easily. She found herself getting distracted by him time and time again.

Not that he seemed to have noticed.

But it wasn’t until they’d come to the master bedroom and she’d spotted the large erection he had going on in his jeans did she lose it all together. Her gaze had become frozen to that spot between his legs as she pictured what his cock would look like, and how it would feel sliding deep inside her pussy. Her nipples had grown taut and wetness pooled in her core as an ache pounded there.

Then his cock had noticeably jerked and she’d looked up to find she’d been caught staring. Looking into Soren’s eyes, Treasure had swallowed at the hunger and arousal she’d seen in their depths, which turned her on even more. And for a split second before he’d walked into the en suite, she thought she saw his eyes glow, though that had to be her imagination.

Now, caged in by Soren’s large, muscular body, Treasure felt the ache between her legs intensify. Her brain seemed to misfire and it took her a few seconds to sort out that he’d said he would take the penthouse, and almost on the same breath, asked her out for dinner.

“Dinner?” she asked stupidly.

A sexy grin formed on his lips, heating her body even more. “Yes, dinner. As in I take you out for a good meal, then we see how things go from there.”

Treasure knew how she wanted the rest of the evening to go, but the big question was should she go out with Soren? She was without a doubt attracted to him, and he seemed to be interested in her as well, but he was going to be a client, since he wanted the penthouse. She had a personal rule where she didn’t date any client of hers—ever.

As a real estate agent, she counted on having the people she sold properties to come back if they decided to sell. If she were to date one and then have the relationship fall through, that was one less commission check for her. Treasure had to decide whether a date with Soren would be worth it to break that longstanding rule.

Looking into his handsome face, seeing his eyes heavy-lidded with desire, she wavered.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“It’s not that hard of a question,” Soren responded. “Just a simple yes or no will suffice, though I would strongly urge you to say yes.”

He definitely wasn’t making this easy on her. He leaned over a bit more, causing her to bend slightly back. His lips came nearer to hers, and her gaze became locked on them. She drew in a shaky breath. Soren smelled of the cologne he wore and a scent that was all male. Her pussy clenched and wetness leaked into her thong. She was on the brink of throwing herself into his arms and begging him to take her right there and then. And wouldn’t that be professional?

Needing some space between them, so she’d be able to think straight once again, Treasure pushed Soren away, walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The bed seemed to loom before her, giving her wicked thoughts.

She jumped when Soren trailed a finger down the back of her arm. She hadn’t even heard him come up behind her. Treasure turned to face him. She knew he waited for an answer, but she wasn’t ready to give him one just yet. There was business to finish first.

“If you really want the penthouse,” she said, “then we can go to my office and fill out the paperwork to place an offer.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “Shouldn’t we settle the first offer before we start on the second?”

“No. Business first, then pleasure.”

“You could at least give me a hint as to what your answer will be for dinner.”

Soren’s gaze swept the entire length of her body, causing goose bumps to break out all over her skin. Looking into his eyes, seeing the tamped-down hunger simmering just below the surface, Treasure knew she wouldn’t be strong enough to resist him for very long.

She licked her dry lips and Soren’s gaze followed the movement. “The best I can do is tell you maybe,” she said.

“Do you always put business before pleasure?” he asked huskily.

“Always. I wouldn’t be as good a real estate agent as I am if I didn’t.”

It was true. Treasure always made sure all her work was done before she took time to enjoy other things. And since she was an agent, the business part tended to take up more time than the pleasure. Her being on call if someone wanted to see a listing, along with having open houses on the weekends, didn’t give her a lot of free time. The amount of hours a week she put into her job had pissed off more than a few boyfriends until they eventually wanted out of the relationship. Not that Treasure had minded. She hadn’t met a man yet who she’d give up her career for. She worked hard at what she did—and was damn good at it—so she wouldn’t just up and leave it.

“I guess I can’t fault you for wanting to be a success,” Soren said with a smile.

“How about this? Since you are such a career-minded woman, what if I were to make an offer on the penthouse, for the full asking price with the condition I get possession by the end of the week. And…” He let his words trail off and shifted to stand toe-to-toe with her. “And you say you’ll go out with me.”

“What if I say no?”

“Then I might have to rethink the whole offer thing.”

Treasure gnawed on her bottom lip. It was as if Soren knew exactly what button to push to get her to agree. She didn’t want to lose the offer. With him willing to pay the full asking price, she stood to earn a hefty commission.

She looked at Soren, already knowing what her answer would be. And it wasn’t just because of what she stood to lose money-wise. She really didn’t want to turn down an evening with the man in front of her. The ones who looked like him didn’t come around too often. Plus she hadn’t been out on a date in some time. Now that she thought about it, it had to have been at least nine months since she’d been on her last one.

With a nod, she said, “You drive a hard bargain, but it’s a deal. We’ll go to my office now and start the offer. After I present it to my other client, you can take me to dinner.” Treasure stuck out her hand to seal the deal, but Soren didn’t take it.

He shook his head. “A handshake isn’t going to cut it this time.”

Soren captured her lips with his. Treasure didn’t do anything to stop him. A surge of arousal shot through her as he slanted his mouth more firmly over hers, sweeping his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened and he took the unspoken invitation to take the kiss deeper.

Treasure found her hands coming up to rest on Soren’s hard chest as he snaked his arms around her waist, holding her against him. She kissed him back, her tongue twining with his, learning the taste of him. His erection pressed along her stomach, making her ache to feel it more intimately.

With a deep groan, Soren ended their kiss. She opened her eyes to find his closed as he breathed heavily. After a few seconds, he lifted his eyelids and looked at her.

“Let’s do that offer before I forget where I am and get ahead of myself,” he said in a gruff voice.

She nodded, feeling quite breathless. Turning, Treasure didn’t wait to see if Soren followed her as she led the way to the penthouse door. If that kiss were any indication of what was in store for her this evening, breaking her rule would be well worth it indeed.