A Werewolf at the Falls bcp-oc-2

by Marisa Chenery

  As if he’d read her mind, Kian said with a chuckle, “There will be plenty of time for lovemaking after we sleep. So the only thing I’m going to do in the tub is hold you.”

  Jorja felt herself blush again. She then let out a squeal of surprise as Kian scooped her off the bed and carried her to the bathroom. Once inside, he put her down on her feet and turned on the taps to fill the large whirlpool bathtub.

  After the water level rose high enough to cover them, Kian picked her up again and put her inside the tub. He got in behind her and positioned her so she sat between his legs with her back resting against his chest. Once the whirlpool was full, he reached over and turned off the water before turning on the bubbles.

  Jorja relaxed against Kian, loving the feel of him along her skin. Add in the jets of the whirlpool and she felt as if she were in heaven. But then he grabbed a bar of soap and lathered his hands. She sucked in a breath when he ran them over her front, paying extra care to her breasts. If Kian thought this would be relaxing, he was mistaken.

  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 con
versation 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.”

  Kian phoned in their order before going to Soren’s room. His friend opened the door after the first knock. He eyed Kian. “You look better. I take it your mate is still here.”

  “Yes, so I’ll make this short and sweet, though being this far from her won’t set off the separation anxiety. I ordered Jorja and me some room service, then we’re going to check out the Falls. I want you to come with us.”

  “Why would you want me around as a third wheel?”

  “Because I think it would be better for Jorja to get to know both of us before I tell her the truth. I want her to see werewolves can be just like everyone else.”

  Soren laughed. “In other words, you’re scared shitless to tell her and you’re using me as an excuse not to.”

  Kian frowned. “I’m not scared shitless. I just want one day with her without the whole werewolf and mate thing coming between us. So will you come with us or not?”

  “Fine, I’ll tag along, though I still want to have some time at the gaming tables. We have to check out tomorrow. And speaking of that, what are you going to do about your mate? It isn’t as if you can leave her behind.”

  “I’ll have to convince her to come back to Toronto with us.”

  “And if she wants to stay in Niagara Falls?”

  “Then I guess I’ll buy a place here as well. I’m not going to go lone wolf if that’s what you’re suggesting. With Atticus’ mating, the pack is a little more understanding about mortal mates.”

  The pack’s understanding of one of their kind taking a mortal mate had gone through a radical change with the arrival of Rylee, Atticus’ mate. Their pack leader, Grant, had had a strong dislike for mortals, and of course, the rest of the pack had taken his lead. That is except for his mate, Krystal. According to Atticus, his mother had accepted Rylee with open arms, and had cowed his father into accepting Atticus’ mate as well.

  “I guess that will just be another thing you’ll have to work out with your mate,” Soren said. “Anyway, come and get me once you two have finished eating.”

  “I will.”

  Kian left Soren and returned to his room. Jorja still sat on the couch where he’d left her. The room service arrived a few minutes later and they ate until neither one of them could eat anymore. During the meal, he noticed she relaxed around him more and more, and hardly stuttered. Now if only she’d get over the fact he was a werewolf so easily.

  Chapter Five

  Jorja waited outside in the hallway as Kian knocked on Soren’s door. The blond man answered and stepped out to join them. She still found it hard to believe two men as good looking as Soren and Kian could be at the same place at the same time. Both were well over six feet tall and had well-muscled bodies. She couldn’t help staring at them as they walked toward her.

  “So I hear you’re going to act the tour guide and shows us around the Falls,” Soren said as soon as they stood in front of her.

  “I’ll try,” she said. “Though it won’t be that hard. We just have to walk to Queen Victoria Park and follow the walkway.”

  “Well, since neither one of us has come to the Falls before,” Kian said, “you’re the expert. So lead on.”

  They took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out of the resort. It wasn’t all that long of a walk before they reached the park and the walkway. At this end, the Rainbow Bridge, the Canadian and American border, was in easy sight. Jorja spied the long line of cars waiting to cross over into the States. Now with the Canadian dollar being close to, if not equal or better than, the American dollar, she knew more than a few people did a lot of cross-border shopping. She’d done it a few times herself. The outlet stores just over the border in Niagara Falls, New York were a good place for her to spend money she shouldn’t.

  Also at this end there was a good view of the American Falls. But the real draw was farther along—the Horseshoe Falls, the Canadian falls. And Jorja knew of something that would take them up close.

  Reaching that particular spot, Jorja said, “Let’s go on the Maid of the Mist.”

  Kian nodded in agreement, but Soren looked a little pale. He said, “Ah, why don’t the two of you go? I’ll wait for you.”

  “What’s the matter, Soren?” Kian asked. “Are you afraid of water?”

  “No, dumbass. I just don’t feel like going.”

  Jorja quickly added, “Anyone who comes to Niagara Falls should at least once take a ride on the Maid of the Mist. It’s nice. I’ve been on it a few times. The big thrill is when the boat goes to the foot of the Horseshoe Falls and you get wet.”

  “See,” Kian said. “The expert thinks you should go. Or maybe you’re just a wuss and don’t like the idea of getting a little sprayed.”

  Much to Jorja’s surprise, Soren made a growling sound very similar to the ones Kian could make. “I’m no wuss.”

  “Then prove it.”

  Soren swore. “All right, I’ll go. If I don’t you’ll just harass the shit out of me.”

  “And you know it.”

  Jorja smiled at the men’s back and forth banter. It was obvious they’d known each other for a long time—considering they could sling insults at one another and neither one took real offense.

  “Come on,” she said. “The Maid of the Mist plaza is just up ahead. There are four Maids with one departing every fifteen minutes. There’s not too many people around today, so we shouldn’t have too big of a crowd on the boat.”

  She led them to the plaza that was built right into the gorge’s wall. All the buildings were below ground level. They paid for their entrance and then entered the brown, stone tower that housed the four high-speed elevators that would take them down to the docks at the Niagara River’s edge.

  Once they were on one of the Maids, they pulled on their recyclable souvenir raincoats that were given to them for free. And they’d need them. It was a guarantee they’d get wet before the ride was over.

  After all the passengers boarded, the Maid pulled away from the dock. It took them past the base of the American Falls before heading for the basin of the Horseshoe Falls. That was where they’d get really soaked.

  As the boat came closer to the falls, Jorja looked over at Soren, who stood on Kian’s other side. They were lined up along the rail. His face looked a trifle green. She nudged Kian. When he looked at her, she said quietly, “Ah, I think I know why Soren didn’t want to go. He’s not looking too good right about now.”

  Kian turned his head toward his friend. “You’re not going to hurl, are you?”

  Soren took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out through his mouth. “I will if you don’t leave me alone. I knew this was going to happen. I once had the marvelous idea of taking the Toronto Island Ferry to Centreville Amusement Park for a date. I hurled during both crossings. So stop talking to me, so I can concentrate on not losing my lunch.”

  At that moment the boat reached the Horseshoe Falls. Jorja giggled as she pulled up the hood of her raincoat, catching spray directly in the face. Poor Soren looked even greener as the boat rocked a bit in the current. If she’d known he got seasick, she wouldn’t have pushed so much for him to come along. What was it about men that they couldn’t admit to a weakness? If it had been her, she’d have owned up to it real quick and not have thought it would make her appear any weaker.

  Luckily for Soren the boat ride di
dn’t take much longer after that. Once the Maid docked, they took one of the elevators up to the walkway. They each had taken off their raincoats and carried them as they walked. Now back on solid ground, Soren lost the green tinge to his face. Kian took her hand, linking their fingers, as he walked at her side.

  To start up a conversation, Jorja asked, “Where are you two from?” She glanced at Kian. “You never told me.”

  He chuckled. “I guess I didn’t. We were too busy doing other things.”

  Jorja felt her cheeks warm as she shot a look over at Soren who chuckled and shook his head.

  “Kian,” Soren said, “I think you just embarrassed the hell out of Jorja. Just a little bit too much information, if you know what I mean. You’re one of my best friends, but really, dude, I don’t need to hear about your sex life.”

  Kian flipped Soren off, then turned his head toward her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Both Soren and I live in Toronto. We came to the casino for a weekend of gambling.”

  Jorja nodded. If they were only here for the weekend, that meant Kian would be going back to Toronto the next day. And the check-out time at the hotel was eleven in the morning. So far the topic of what would happen between them when that time arrived hadn’t come up.

  “I guess you both have jobs you have to get back to,” she said, not really knowing how else to respond.

  Soren snorted. “No. The best way to describe Kian and me is the idle rich. We play a bit in the stock market, but other than that, we pretty much do whatever we want.”

  Considering both men were staying in some of the pricier rooms in the resort, and the way they’d tipped the night before, she figured they had some money. She hadn’t figured on Kian being that rich, though.

  “So you’re kind of well to-do, huh? Then I suppose both of you live in mansions somewhere in the wealthy part of downtown Toronto.”

  Kian smirked. “Soren does, with his parents. I own a penthouse apartment and live on my own.”