Relentlessly he thrust in and out of her, increasing the pace. The harder he fucked her, the more he resisted the instinct to take her from behind. He knew that if he did, he couldn’t control the need to mark her. His wolf howled in protest. She was his. But he hadn’t discussed it with Wynter. Hell, he hadn’t even thought about it himself. Up until now, he’d never had the urge to mark anyone in his life. Sweat beaded on his forehead, as he fought it, pushing his wolf to the side. No, if he marked her, it would be on his own terms, not the beast’s. Logan cared too much about Wynter to do that to her without her permission.
Rolling them to their sides, he brought her torso to his and kissed her. A long loving kiss seared their connection. As he drove into her again and again, his fate became clear. Wynter was his. How did this happen? The question flashed and quelled. It didn’t really matter. In the moment, she was everything.
Wynter kissed Logan back, feverishly clawing his ass with one hand while holding the back of his head with her other. Nothing in her life would ever be the same. The sinewy length of him stroked inside her, while the nest of his curls brushed against her clitoris. Her climax rose, and she frantically arched up against him, relishing his hard thrusts. She cried Logan’s name into the darkness as her passion crested, the climax spilling over her like a waterfall.
Hearing his name on her lips, Logan plunged into her one last time. Her pussy contracted around him, massaging him into release. Groaning in ecstasy, he convulsed in orgasm. His hot seed spilled deep into her womb.
Together, they lay quietly rebounding from the soul-shattering experience they’d just shared. Logan held Wynter tightly, stroking her hair, hardly believing how incredible it had been. An unspoken intimacy bound them and neither wanted to break it.
Logan heard a small sigh against his chest. “Baby, you okay?” He kissed her hair.
“I just…Logan, you don’t know,” she whispered. “So close…I’ve never felt so close to someone. It’s crazy.”
“I know, sweetheart. It’s okay. Trust me,” he begged. He couldn’t lose her now that he had her.
“I just…I can’t go back.” So relaxed and well loved, Wynter snuggled into his warmth.
“No, you’re never leaving me. Not ever.” Logan kissed her forehead as she fell asleep.
Everything had changed in his life. He thanked the Goddess he’d been able to restrain his urge to mark her. They’d have to talk tomorrow. He’d always known that someday this could happen to him, but he still wasn’t prepared for it. Yet he knew there’d be no controlling destiny. For her will was too great, no matter the efforts of those who tried to resist her wishes. As he drifted off to blackness, there wasn’t a cell in his being that wanted anything else than to be with his mate.
Wynter.
Logan heard the thunder rumble, but it was the warmth of his mate at his feet that caught his attention. She’d woken him the best way known to a male; her soft lips wrapped around the hard length of him.
What had he ever done to deserve her?
Wynter perched over him, her legs straddling his. Ringlets of her mane scattered over his belly, obscuring his view. He pushed the offending strands aside in time to watch her take him all the way down her throat.
As she rose upward, her lips released his cock with a pop, and she lifted her eyes to meet his with a seductive smile. He hissed in response, but she didn’t relent. No, she fisted him with her hand, stroking his wet shaft and lifting it so she could access all of him. Her tongue licked along the soft crinkled skin of his tightened balls right before she took one into her mouth.
Logan threw his head back into the pillow in ecstasy.
“Fuck, you are killin’ me,” he groaned and pumped his hips up toward her mouth. “Yes, that feels so good.”
Wynter merely hummed happily as she continued her assault. Waking to the storm had been the impetus for her pleasure. Wrapped in his arms, she’d let her hands wander all over his sleeping form, hardly believing they’d actually made love. Once her fingers had discovered his hardened dick, the craving to suck him overcame her. Now as she caressed his straining erection and laved his testicles, the juncture of her thighs flooded in excitement.
She glanced at Logan, who wore an expression of strained satisfaction and then shifted her attention back to his cock. Her tongue darted out to lick the drop of seed seeping from his tip, and then plunged him back into her moist mouth, sucking and stroking the base with her hands. She loved his taste and sought to feast on him, inch by delectable inch. She moaned in protest as strong fingers on her arms stilled her actions.
“Baby, stop. Ah shit, I want to come in you,” Logan grunted, easily pulling her upward. “Let me see you. Do you know that you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen?”
Wynter merely licked her lips and hovered her hips above his. She took his throbbing erection into her hands and swiped it over her clit, throwing her head back. Logan wrapped his hand around hers, guiding his pulsing cock to her entrance.
“Fuck me,” he demanded with choked desire.
Obliging, Wynter smiled, lifted upward then swiftly impaled herself onto his body. A scream passed her lips as she writhed against his thighs. They both held still but a second, allowing the enormity of him to stretch the contracted walls of her tender flesh. With a breath, Wynter slowly moved against him, her eyes on his. She struggled, unsuccessfully, to hold back the ripples of climax that claimed her.
“That’s it Wyn, come for me,” he grunted. “You’re so goddamn hot.”
Logan loved watching her come. Everything about her was unexpected and sensual. As she spasmed above him, he lifted to reach her breast with his mouth and latched onto one of her rose-colored nipples. He moved one of his hands from her waist to caress her other pebbled tip. But it wasn’t enough. The need to consume her drove him insane. Releasing her swollen tip, he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was wild and frantic. Her hands now caged his head, supporting her weight while she bent into him. Her hips surged down onto his cock, hurling him closer to his own orgasm.
Logan rocked himself up into her, guiding her to his rhythm. His hand wandered to her ass, slowing her movements. Her loud moan against his lips stirred his exploration of her bottom. His forefinger wandered down her ass, brushing over her rosebud. As he circled the puckered flesh, he noticed only a moment’s hesitation on her part, and then she encouraged him to continue.
“Logan, ah yes,” she cried into his kiss. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh yeah,” was all he could manage before gently inserting his forefinger into her tight hole. Gliding it in and out, he could feel the taut ring of muscle begin to relax.
Logan couldn’t believe his little wolf was so open to this experience.
Goddess, did she know what she was doing by giving him such an adventurous mate?
Oh, the things he would do to her. Just the thought of fucking her ass was enough to make him come. Not today, though. No, he’d prepare her, take it slowly. Wynter’s ragged breath and increased writhing in response told him that she was enjoying the feel of his touch. He inserted his finger all the way into her, pressing it in and out in accord with his thrusts into her pussy.
Wynter hissed at the dark intrusion that only served to amp her arousal. The pressure filling her threatened to explode. Arching her back, she cried out Logan’s name, letting the strong sensation roll through her entire body. As her orgasm crashed into her, her walls spasmed around his shaft and Logan lost it.
Mark her
, raced through his mind.
Bite her now,
his wolf told him
.
His canines elongated in response to the lupine call. He bit his lip, drawing blood, in an attempt to fight the carnal urge. Fiercely thrusting upward, he fought for breath, as he exploded into her hot core. Shuddering from his white hot release, he turned his head and licked the crimson liquid from his lips.
Falling back onto the pillow, he grunted, roughly pulling Wynter into his arms. She easily slid off his sex, immediately shaping herself to his body, like she’d been made for him. Logan’s heart slammed against his ribs as he stared up to the ceiling. He’d barely been able to restrain himself.
What if he had bitten her? Was he really ready to be mated?
The woman did amazing things to him in bed, but he hadn’t known her for very long at all. Just because his wolf wanted to claim her, that did not mean he had to accept it.
He needed to get his head on straight. If and when he made love to her again, he needed to show her his true nature. Rough and hard, the wolf wouldn’t go easy. Maybe he needed to avoid her altogether. The confusing emotions tightened in his chest. Logan silently admonished himself for almost giving in to the temptation to mark her. It was as if he’d temporarily forgotten the bloody battles he’d endured over the past two months. His hard-fought effort to fulfill Marcel’s wishes had come to fruition. The distraction that was Wynter Ryan threatened his role as Alpha.
Protect and lead my pack.
That was his destiny.
Taking a mate so soon into his reign could put that into jeopardy if he didn’t lead with clarity and objectivity. Loyalty between what he felt for the little wolf and his role as Alpha warred. Fate would not allow him to deny his mate for long; he’d go insane trying to do so. He needed to figure out how to have both. Before he marked her, he’d need to carefully contemplate the ramifications as opposed to allowing a momentary lust-filled roll in the hay to dictate his future.
Wynter’s breath slowed and she glanced up to Logan who appeared deep in thought. Her heart constricted. She could fall for this man in a New York minute. Logan would devour her if she let him. Ironically, that was exactly what she wanted.
Her Alpha.
She couldn’t remember the last time in her life she’d ever felt so at peace.
“I don’t want to leave,” she said softly against his chest.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he assured her, glad she couldn’t see the worry reflected in his eyes. Fuck almighty, he’d almost bitten her. He needed some distance before he did something he regretted.
Logan sat at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and browsing through work emails. A solid dose of business was exactly what he needed to give him a brief respite from his otherwise chaotic life. The sound of the sliding glass door’s security pad beeping alerted him that Dimitri had arrived. He looked up to see his friend, strolling into the family room.
“Hey, D. Coffee’s on,” he commented, not looking up from his iPad.
“Hey. Beignet?” Dimitri held up a small white bag. He walked into the kitchen, took a clean mug off the counter and poured himself a cup out of the carafe. “Where’s Wynter?”
“No thanks. Wyn’s upstairs. Showering.”
Dimitri put a palm to his chest with a smile and closed his eyes, taking in the thought of her bathing. He lived to tease his Alpha. If Logan had found his mate, it could provide him with hours of material, at least until the novelty of having her around wore off.
“What are you doing?” Logan asked, now distracted by his beta’s antics.
“Wait, oh yeah. Just picturing that in my head,” he laughed. “You sure she doesn’t need any help up there? I’m excellent with a loofah. Yeah, I’ll volunteer for that duty any day of the week.”
“You’re a dick,” Logan replied with a smile, shaking his head.
“Speaking of…”
“Don’t say it. She could hear you, you know,” Logan warned.
“So?” Dimitri sat down, leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow at Logan.
“So what?”
“So…how’d it go last night?”
“As if you couldn’t hear?” Logan asked sarcastically, refusing to look up from his screen. Dimitri lived across the courtyard but with his preternatural hearing, he probably had heard every last moan.
Dimitri broke out in a hearty laugh. “Got me there,” he conceded. He picked up a beignet and pointed it at Logan. “You know, I’m not a total asshole. And for the record, I don’t exactly go listening in on your business on purpose. Believe it or not, I do have a life that doesn’t include you all the time. And hey, I was very good last night. I do remember someone thanking me for being such a wonderful beta. So let’s hear it. Last night she was pretty broken up. I just want to know how she is.”
“Yeah, ’cause you’re caring like that,” Logan said, taking a long drink.
Dimitri took a bite of the pastry and waited patiently for at least thirty seconds before he added, “You know you want to tell me.”
“Tell you what? That she’s the single most fucking unbelievably passionate little wolf I’ve ever been with? I am still not over how she woke me up this morning.” Dimitri was right. Not only did he want to tell him how he felt about Wynter, he wanted to tell everyone. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops. And that there, was exactly his problem.
“Let’s see, D, what else should you know? How about this? She’s totally distracting me from my Alpha responsibilities. Oh, you’ll like this one; I almost marked her last night.” Logan sighed heavily, raked his hand through his hair and clicked open another email.
Dimitri smiled quietly. His Alpha was so far gone. If he’d just give into this, things would go a lot more smoothly. It wasn’t as if he didn’t feel for him, he really did. It wasn’t as if he was itching to be mated. But he’d watched enough wolves over the years go through the process to know that you just had to accept it. You could go easy or you could go hard. But one thing was certain; you were going…and your mate was going with you.
“What, no words? No smooth advice from my beta?” Logan lifted his head, giving him a small grin. He was so fucked.
“I could help you,” Dimitri suggested slyly.
“Yeah and how’s that?”
“This mating thing. I could give your wolf a little competition. Make him jealous. Kick him into drive. All I’d need to do is hug her a bit, maybe give her a kiss? Call it my beta duty. I’ll take one for the team,” he teased.
“No.” Dimitri was enjoying this a little too much, Logan thought. Just wait until it happened to him. Big man wouldn’t think it was so funny then.