Werewolf's Treasure

Chapter Five

With a wolf’s growl he had no chance of holding back, he dropped his arm from his eyes but kept them closed, and put his hands on Treasure’s hips, urging her on as she rode him. He lifted his hips to meet each of her thrusts, impaling her on the full length of his cock. After waiting to claim her, the sensation of her inner walls squeezing around his shaft had him feeling as if he’d died and gone to heaven.

Surging up into a sitting position, Soren sucked one of Treasure’s nipples into his mouth as she rode him faster. Their moans and heavy breathing were the only sounds in the room. Her fingers sank into his hair, slightly pulling on the strands.

He continued to thrust into Treasure and felt his balls tighten against his body as he came closer and closer to his climax. She rode him faster, harder, grinding down on his pubic bone with each stroke. Just before he reached the point of no return, Soren felt it happen. A piece of his soul reached out for a piece of Treasure’s. As hers joined with his, becoming one, he let out a strangled moan. He came the same time her inner walls milked his shaft with her orgasm. He held her tight against him and filled her with his cum.

Soren pressed the side of his face against Treasure’s chest and stroked her back. He was still hard, buried deep inside her pussy. She kissed the top of his head and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“That was amazing,” Treasure said, a bit breathless. “And you’re still hard.”

He nuzzled the top of her breasts. “That’s because I’m not done with you yet.” His wolf wanted to claim her as his mate as well.

Lifting her off his lap, he placed her on her knees on the bed beside him. Soren shifted behind her and pushed his cock between her legs. He didn’t enter her just yet.

He covered her breasts with his hands and squeezed them as he shoved her hair away from her neck with his chin and sucked on the delicate skin there. Thrusting his hips, he teased Treasure with his cock, the head of it stroking against her clit. He dropped his hands to her hips to hold her still as he rocked against her.

Treasure reached around and held onto his ass, digging her nails into it as she pushed back. “Mmm, Soren, I want you deep inside me again. Give it to me.”

“I’ll give it to you, babe.”

Situating his teeth where her shoulder and neck met, he gently bit down. Bending over her, he forced her to let go of his ass, so she could support her weight on her hands. He positioned himself and surged into her to the hilt with one stroke. Treasure hung her head forward and moaned.

He pumped in and out of her as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. She felt tighter in this position, her inner walls clutching at his shaft as he pumped inside her. Knowing they were now truly mates, it increased his arousal. His cock grew even harder. He was already so close to the edge, but he wanted Treasure to come first. He wanted to hear her moaning his name.

Soren pumped faster, reached around and found her clit. He stroked the small bundle of nerves with his finger. Treasure panted and moaned, matching the pace he set. With a whimpered cry, she came, moaning his name as he’d wanted. Her pussy squeezed his cock in a tight fist, milking him into a climax of his own. He growled and groaned as he emptied deep inside her.

Even though he was still hard—and would remain so for a while—Soren pulled out of Treasure and took them both to their sides. He pulled her tight against him with her back pressed to his chest. Treasure was his. His mate. Having lost control of the situation, he now had the dreaded task of telling her what he was, and what she meant to him after he bound them together.

Treasure nestled closer. His still-hard cock nestled along her bottom. He wanted her again, but he’d give her a breather. And with that thought, Soren decided he’d wait until the morning to confess everything. There was no point spoiling the rest of what would be a very pleasurable night for both of them.

Treasure came awake and shifted slightly. She felt a bit of soreness between her legs. A smile tugged at her lips when she remembered how she had ended up that way.

Soren had been practically insatiable during the night. They’d made love so many times she’d lost count. In between bouts, they’d managed to finish putting the sheets on the bed and order some food for delivery. Soren had slipped on his jeans to answer the door and shucked them soon after.

She’d never been with so demanding a lover. He seemed never to get enough of her, and made sure she found her pleasure first before his. And his ability to retain an erection after coming, not once but several times, had her climaxing again and again.

Rolling over in bed, she found the side Soren had slept on empty. She buried her nose in his pillow and sniffed, drawing his scent deep into her lungs. Smelling it made her pussy clench. She wouldn’t be able to smell it and not think of their first night together in Soren’s penthouse. Nor the first time they had made love. She had no idea if he’d experienced it as well, but Treasure had felt something pass between them, as if it connected them. Afterward, she’d never come so hard or so long in her life.

Whatever it had been, Treasure now felt very close to Soren. It was silly, but after a marathon of great sex, she thought she might be falling for him to the point she didn’t want to let him go—ever. The more times they made love the more that feeling intensified. Could she have really fallen in love with Soren that fast?

Deciding to get up to see where Soren had gone, Treasure quickly used the en suite bathroom. After she finished, she returned to the bedroom. She looked at her scattered clothes on the floor. She didn’t feel like putting them on just yet. Instead, she picked up Soren’s discarded t-shirt and slipped it on. It was so long the bottom hit the middle of her thighs, and the short sleeves covered her elbows.

Satisfied she was covered enough, Treasure crossed the room to the closed door.

She opened it and stepped into the hallway. As she walked down it, she smelled fresh-brewed coffee in the air. Obviously, Soren had taken the time to unpack his coffeemaker.

She walked into the kitchen and saw he stood at the counter. She closed the distance between them, stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You could have woken me up, you know.”

Soren looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. “I think I wore you out last night.

I figured you needed the extra sleep. And I bet you’re hungry.”

“Starved, actually.”

“Well, it’s not much, since I don’t have a whole lot of food stocked in the fridge right now, but I hope you like toasted bagels with cream cheese.”

“That with a cup of coffee sounds wonderful.”

“Then go take a seat at the table and I’ll bring it to you. How do you like your coffee?”

“Cream, no sugar.”

Treasure sat at the table and watched Soren move around the kitchen as he finished preparing their breakfast. He brought over their coffees first before the bagels. She took a sip and breathed a contented sigh. It was good. At least her man knew how to make great-tasting coffee. As she lifted the cup to her lips, she smiled. She already thought of Soren as her man.

He placed a plate with a bagel slathered in cream cheese in front of her. “What’s causing that smile?” he asked as he sat in the chair next to her.

She put the cup down. “Nothing really. You make good coffee.”

“Thanks. It’s one of the things I can do in a kitchen without the chance of ruining it.”

“Not much of a cook, are you?”

He laughed. “You could say that. I have a feeling I’ll be getting a lot of takeout until I learn to do better. Unless someone would like to teach me?”

Treasure chuckled. “You’re lucky I don’t mind cooking, and can show you a few simple things to start off with.” She tried to put an innocent look on her face. “As long as I get more of what I got last night.”

Soren gazed at her almost as if he physically touched her. “Oh, I don’t think that would be a problem at all. Now eat up before your bagel gets cold.”

She picked up one half of her bagel and took a bite at the same time Soren took one of his. They sat in companionable silence. While they ate, from time to time, he would stare at her, looking as if he would say something, only to fill his mouth with more food.

After he’d done it for the fourth time, Treasure finally asked, “What? You keep looking as if you want to start a conversation, then don’t.”

Soren swallowed his bite of bagel before he took a sip of his coffee. “There’s something I want to say to you, but I’m really not sure how to go about it. Mostly I’m not sure what your reaction will be.”

“I’m not that hard to talk to. Just spit it out.”

“Let’s finish our breakfast first, then I’ll tell you.”

“All right.”

“On second thought, I want to do some shopping, then we’ll have a talk.”

Treasure had the feeling Soren used the shopping idea as a stall tactic. “Shopping where?”

“The St. Lawrence Market. It’s Saturday, so there should be a ton of fresh produce there.”

She chuckled. “I thought you said you couldn’t cook.”

Soren nudged her arm with his elbow. “Well, someone did offer to teach me how. I need to stock the fridge, anyway.”

Treasure pushed aside thoughts of what Soren wanted to discuss with her and smiled. “Okay, you don’t have to twist my arm. I love going to the market.” She stood.

“We’d better hurry and get dressed. It opened at five this morning, and we don’t want to end up with nothing good.”

Soren stood as well. “I do have to say you look better in my shirt than I do.”

She helped Soren load the dishes into the dishwasher before returning to the bedroom to get dressed. Once they were ready, Treasure followed him onto the elevator, then to his car in the parking garage.

The St. Lawrence Market wasn’t too far from where Soren lived. There were actually two parts to it—the north and south markets. On the way down to the car, they decided to go to the south. It was inside the historic building that had served as Toronto’s first City Hall from 1845 to 1899. It became a market in 1901. With two levels, it had more than fresh produce available for sale. Treasure had a feeling she’d be doing some shopping herself.

It was a bit on the crowded side, but she didn’t mind. With a simple meal of steak, potatoes and veggies, which she decided she’d teach Soren how to cook, they soon had what he needed. He bought other items he figured would be fresher than what the grocery store would have.

All the while they shopped, Treasure thought of what Soren might have to say to her. She didn’t think it was anything too serious or bad, since he seemed more relaxed than he had been the night before. And from time to time, she caught him staring at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Not that she would complain about that.

After they returned to Soren’s penthouse and put his purchases away, he led her to the bedroom. Treasure climbed onto the bed and sat in the middle of it as she waited for him to join her. He just stood at the end and stared at her.

“I have to tell you, Soren, you’re making me a bit nervous standing there like that. I now wonder what it is you want to say, and if it’s a bad thing.”

Soren’s gaze became more intense, not straying from her face. “How good are you at accepting change, sudden or otherwise?”

“Pretty good. I’m not one of those people who have a set schedule in their lives and stick to it no matter what. Considering what I do for a living that wouldn’t exactly work.”

“Okay. How about accepting something you would think is totally bizarre and not the standard?”

Treasure furrowed her brow. Just where exactly was Soren going with this line of questioning? The part about accepting sudden change, she thought he referred to maybe them forming a committed relationship, or even him asking her to move in with him. But the second question blew that theory out of the water. She didn’t know how the bizarre part figured into what they had together.

“Ah, I guess I’d be okay with it,” she said. “Though it would have to depend on what exactly you mean by bizarre.”

“All right, let me simplify it a bit more then. What if it were something to do with me?”

“With you?”

“Yes. Do you have strong enough feelings for me that you would be able to accept it if I were…different?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re starting to lose me here, Soren. I haven’t a clue what you mean by you being ‘different’. And as for my feelings for you…” She paused and met his gaze squarely. “I do have them. Stronger than I’ve ever felt for another man.”

Soren smiled, one that made her long to pull him onto the bed and have her way with him again. But she remained where she was, sensing he wouldn’t go for it until he’d said what he wanted to.

“I’ve fallen for you, Treasure,” he said. “And I want you to move in with me, but I’m jumping ahead of myself.” He stopped speaking and took a deep breath before he continued. “Now I know this will be hard for you to believe, but I’m telling you the absolute truth.” He paused a second time. “I’m a werewolf, Treasure.”

She blinked a few times. She couldn’t have heard Soren right. “A werewolf? Did you just tell me you’re a werewolf?”

“Yes.”

Treasure looked him up and down. He didn’t look any different from the Soren she’d come to know and had started to fall in love with. There were no signs she could see of him all of a sudden becoming delusional. He appeared to be the same good-looking guy who had her craving his touch like chocolate.

“And how did you become a werewolf?” she asked. “Were you bitten by one on a night of the full moon?”

“No. That’s just superstitious crap made up by mortals who didn’t understand my kind. And is one of the main reasons why we keep hidden what we are. The only way for someone to be a werewolf is if they are born one.”

Shit, he had the whole theory of him being a shapeshifter already all worked out in his head. “So you were born a werewolf from werewolf parents?”

“Correct.” Soren ran a hand through his short, blond hair. “You’re not believing me, are you?”

Treasure climbed off the bed to stand in front of Soren. “You have to admit it sounds more than just bizarre. It makes you sound as if you have a problem telling reality from make-believe.”

He reached up and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I know it does, but I’m not losing it.” Soren took her face in his hands and held it in place. “If I were lying, or had lost touch with reality, would I be able to do this with my eyes?”

She tried to jerk free of his hold when they glowed mutedly, but he held on. There was no mistaking it this time. He didn’t look away, but steadily held her gaze. “How…”

She let the rest of what she was going to say trail off.

Soren gave her a slight smile. “All I have to do is think of you and how much you turn me on. My eyes glow when I’m aroused or angry, or just before I shift.”

Treasure’s heart tried to beat out of her chest, and not because desire coursed through her, heating her blood. She couldn’t pull her gaze off Soren’s eyes. “What do you mean by shift?”

“I’m a werewolf. What do you think it means?”

She swallowed, her pulse racing as a shiver ran down her spine. “That you can shape-shift into something half wolf and half human.”

“Another tale told by superstitious mortals. The only thing I can shift into is a wolf.

Like the ones in the wild, except I retain my ability to think as a human.”

This time she jerked away hard enough to force Soren to let her go. She wrapped her arms around her stomach as she trembled. “The other night on the phone, that growl I heard wasn’t from your TV, was it? You made that sound.”

“Yeah, it was me,” he said. “When I get too aroused, I have a hard time keeping the wolf growls back.”

“I see,” she said and took a little step back.

Soren must have noticed. “Treasure, you don’t have to be afraid.”

“I’m not,” she quickly replied.

“You are. I can smell your fear. My kind smell emotions. Each one has its own unique scent. And right now you’re giving off fear.”

Even though she really didn’t want to see it, Treasure knew she had to. Soren had already shown how his eyes glowed, but she needed to see the rest for herself.

“I want to see you as a wolf,” she said quietly, her voice almost breaking.