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.”