A Council of Betrayal (14 page)

He smiled against my lips, ramming into
me.

I squealed, part pleasure part pain. Panting,
Logan drew back before pushing into me again.

I clutched to him, feeling him filling my
body. It felt right on several levels I didn’t know I had inside of
me.

“Mine,” I whispered as I felt his impossibly
hardened length grow firmer.

“Forever,” Logan whispered, setting off
warning bells. His next thrust drowned them out.

“Harder,” I demanded, my hands needing to
feel all of him, every inch of flesh I needed to memorize.

He pulled back, watching me closely, his
beast riding him hard. He was struggling to keep it at bay.

“All of you Logan, I want all of you.”

Relief danced across his features, his hips
shifting slightly before the next thrust.

I yelped, not prepared for the assault of
pleasure. His grin was feral with teeth and I bucked my hips
against him, demanding more. He readily supplied what I was
craving. There was no doubt I’d be sporting bruises tomorrow.

I just didn’t give a shit.

Logan moved within me as though he had done
this thousands of times before. He read my slightest sigh of
pleasure, knew when to shift positions. He drove me to lengths I’d
never experienced.

And that is saying a LOT!

My back arched off the bed as Logan drove
forcefully into me, pleasure built to impossible heights. Winding
around his thick cock, I clenched my thighs and cried out as
pleasure swamped me. I didn’t hear his own release, so wrapped up
was I in the layers of pleasure wrapping around my own body.

Logan pulled my muscleless head to face him.
I stretched under him contentedly.

“I love you, Olivia,” he whispered, before
kissing away my protest.

…

After a second and equally mind-blowing
bedroom romp, I was lying nestled on Logan’s shoulder.

His breathing was even, but he was waiting
for me.

“How do you control all the voices?” I asked,
still safely tucked away in my metal ball.

“You hear voices?” he asked softly, and in
any other situation, I’d think he was teasing.

Instead I nodded, shifting so I could look at
him. “Yes, you don’t?”

He shook his head, shifting the arm it was
resting on. “Emotions are what I can feel.”

I nodded. “Am I hearing thoughts or
speech?”

He shrugged, not worried about either. “We
can use Mark and Alec to test it out tomorrow if you want.”

I nodded, worrying my bottom lip. “We will
figure it out,” Logan reassured me, his hand slipping under the
sheet to land on my ass.

I didn’t have a choice. We were bound
together, and I needed to make the best of it or I’d drive myself
insane.

“How are we going to handle the packs and my
Council?”

“I don’t know, Olie, and I’m almost insulted
that you can think after all the sex.”

I laughed, looking over to his closed-eyed,
peaceful expression. My mood instantly fell. “I don’t sleep well,
Logan.”

He cracked an eye to watch me. “Do I have to
sleep badly with you?”

I shook my head.

“Do what you need to, Olie. I’m not going
anywhere.”

I tried to hide the freakout building inside
of me at the sincerity of those words. Unlike Blake, Logan had seen
me at my worst, had witnessed firsthand the drunken train wreck I
was after Blake, and he was still here. I think that freaked me out
the most.

Logan
slept peacefully and deeply. I stared at him for a while before I
decided to order room service.

Not wanting to wake him, I slipped from the
bed, throwing on my discarded clothing before heading into the main
room. I found the forest green binder on the end table by my door.
Heading into the living area, I stopped in my tracks at the
sleeping forms piled onto the couches.

“What the hell?” I whispered.

No one stirred, except Jerry. He roused from
his uncomfortable position to glare at me.

“Explain to me first why you didn’t do the
dirty in Logan’s room, and second, why the hell Mark knew before
me?”

Mark stirred, trying to pull Jerry into a
more comfortable position. Jerry shoved his face, standing and
pulling down his rumpled gray nightshirt.

“What the fuck are you all doing here?” I
screeched in a whisper.

He narrowed his eyes at me and I could feel
my heart rate accelerating as more voices pinged in my head. I
shook my head, my breathing labored.

“Olie!” Jerry yelled at full force.

The entire room exploded into movement,
shifters standing on coffee tables, fangs and claws at the ready.
From behind me, Logan burst out of my room in all his naked glory,
stalking toward me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling me against
him as I clutched my head.

I nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his
scent to calm my erratic heart rate.

“Everyone calm down. Olie is far more
sensitive to our bonds then we are,” Logan commanded.

Jerry scoffed, “Or she’s freaking out being
forced and borderline raped to become your mate.”

I inhaled quickly, turning to look at Jerry.
I lost my footing but Logan steadied me, his low growl warning in
the background.

“That’s what you think happened?” I asked,
shocked.

Jerry’s mouth settled into a grim line and he
nodded, his eyes flicking back to Logan. “I know how he felt about
you, Olie. Mark himself said you’d be a perfect mate. It’s all a
little coincidental.”

“Please don’t let him be right,” Mark said. I
turned my face to him.

“We need her. Logan would never force
himself. Damn witch’s establishment,” Hudson growled. I shifted
quickly to look at him.

“The packs have never felt more complete,”
Alec whispered, and I turned to look at him. No one’s mouth was
moving.

“Oh shit. I can hear your thoughts,” I
announced to the room.

Awkward glances were exchanged.

I turned back to Logan. I wanted to ask him
to be certain there was no hidden deceit in him, but my instincts
warned me not to in front of his pack. Our pack? Fuck.

I need her
, Logan thought. I checked,
finding my guards firmly between us again. I let them down and was
rewarded by his smile.

Was any of this intentional
? I thought
to him, curious to see how this bond worked.

His eyes widened at hearing me in his head.
No, Olie, I would never force you into this. But I want it now
that it’s here.

I nodded, turning to Jerry. “This wasn’t
prearranged, nor was it rape. I know the latter well. I’ll allow
it’s weird and suffocating when I’m not feeling all mushy.” I
rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

I sighed, holding up the food menu. “I’m
hungry. Let’s move this party back to your rooms and we can order
food and figure this out.”

“We’re packing your things,” Jerry
stated.

I turned. “Why the fuck do my things need to
be packed?”

“Because I’m not going to be spending another
night on the sofa,” Jerry groaned.

I rubbed my forehead again, the vise-like
pressure building.

“We will spend the night wherever Olivia
needs us,” Hudson growled.

My vision was getting annoyingly spotty.
“Jerry, load up what I need for tonight. Hudson, stay out of my
underwear. Logan, you are going to have to carry me, things are
getting blurry.”

“Up, Princess,” he murmured. I huffed,
uncertain if I liked the endearment or not.

“Why does my head hurt?” I moaned.

“Let’s get some food in you and we can figure
it out,” Logan whispered as I wrapped my legs around his waist,
resting my heavy head against his shoulder.

My head throbbed in time with Logan’s
steps.

“Don’t forget my weapons!” I growled.

God this was pathetic. I was being carried
during the Conferences.

Logan settled me down onto his sofa. I sat
heavily, feeling my stomach making an appearance at the party.

“What do you want to eat?” Mark asked me, the
phone already to his ear.

“Mac and cheese, grilled cheese, cake—lots of
cake, and cookies. Actually, just order the entire dessert menu,” I
grumbled.

Logan sat next to me, drawing me down.

“Relax, Olie, the blocks must be wearing you
down. Can you try lowering them?”

I groaned, sitting back up. “Yeah, there is
no way I could kick someone’s ass like this.”

Logan laughed, “Is fighting all you think
about?”

I smiled, leaning forward for a kiss.
“Nope.”

Logan smiled against my lips. “Point
taken.”

That mushy moment was brought to you by a
powerful fucking mate mark.

I shifted, turning toward him and pulling my
legs up, resting my back against the sofa arm. Taking a deep
breath, I dropped the blocks. Silence met me, and I smiled at
Logan.

Right before I passed out I thought, no one
better touch my grilled cheese.

…

“No one better touch my grilled cheese!” I
slurred, coming back around.

“Fucking hell, Olivia, do not do that again,”
Hudson growled.

I sat up, blinking as my sight came back and
heaving massive sigh. “How long was I out?”

“Not long. I think your natural block came
back online,” Jerry observed.

I nodded as a plate was settled into my
lap.

“We can feel you, Olie, but can’t access
you,” Mark supplied.

I took several bites, thinking.

“I need to merge the two shields.” I looked
up at Logan. “That’s the only way I won’t expend so much energy to
manage both of them.”

Letting my sight go out of focus, I focused
on my shields. My succubus shield wrapped around me, protecting
others from my emotions. At least that’s how I’d always thought
about it. Letting that one fall, I focused on the packs. Golden
threads surrounded me, voices echoing everywhere.

Tilting my internal head, I asked, “Why
doesn’t Kass have a mate mark?”

“Darren was worried about hurting the baby,”
Logan answered.

I suppose that made sense. I couldn’t wait to
tell her what was in store for her.

Carefully, I constructed my shield again,
wrapping my emotions inside of it along with my own essence,
keeping it apart from the packs. Logan’s mate bond was the thickest
rope I saw and I was unable to block it entirely.

“I’d prefer you didn’t block it at all,” he
murmured.

I nodded, carving out a hole in my shields
for him.

I cracked an eye open wearily. “So, how does
that feel?”

“Better,” Hudson and Mark agreed.

“Wonderful. Hand me my dessert.”

…

I woke up in a pile of limbs to an annoying
tingling of bells.

“Who the ever loving fuck set an alarm?” I
groaned, pushing off a leg from my midsection.

“Make it stop,” I groaned, pushing up to all
fours, lying across Logan’s broad and very sexy bare back to paw at
the nightstand. I managed to find the phone and knock it off to the
floor.

I rested my head against Logan’s warm back.
“I don’t wanna get up.”

“What time is it?” Logan asked, rolling and
shifting me onto the ground.

“Mother fucking shit!” I yelled, standing up
and stomping my feet. “Get up!” I screamed. “Everyone up. If I am
awake, the rest of your alarm-setting asses are also!”

“Eight a.m.,” Jerry informed me, fully
dressed in the doorway.

“You set the alarm?” I growled, stalking
toward him.

“Coffee?” he asked.

I lunged for him, taking him down around the
waist.

“HOT!” I screamed, rolling over on the carpet
to rub the burn away.

Everyone started rising and walking over to
me.

Jerry looked down at me. “Go get dressed,” he
commanded.

I swatted at his legs before Logan picked me
up.

“Shower,” he groaned, nestling his lips
against my neck. I kicked my feet at being carried like a baby, my
mind not properly functioning to blare my usual warning.

I tilted my head, checking my guards and
finding them holding. Maybe things would be okay.

…

Showered and dressed in jeans, a Star Wars
t-shirt (Tommy’s gift to me), and my leather jacket, I sat in the
back of the limo talking to Tommy.

“That shirt is HOT Olivia! Everyone is going
to adore it,” Tommy preened.

I laughed, “Tommy, I haven’t seen Star
Wars.”

“Shh! Do not tell anyone that!” he scolded
me.

“Alright kid, give me your wish list.”

“Oh Olie, the tech conference is so
beautiful. How did I not get an invite?”

I laughed and Logan’s hand tightened around
my arm as he peered inside my mind. I saw his contentment but he
saw my concern.

I pushed both feelings away, focusing on
Tommy’s list instead. “Alright Olie, look at table four for the
new…” Tommy droned on and I checked out, not hearing his extensive
list. He was throwing around words I couldn’t spell.

“Tommy, you are going to need to text me
that, I didn’t understand anything.”

Tommy sighed, “Logan?”

“Yeah Tommy, I got it,” Logan stated, patting
my leg.

I looked over at him. “You’re a techie?” I
asked.

He smiled and nodded.

“Interesting,” I noted.

Alec handed me a bottle of water. “Vodka?” I
asked hopefully.

He shook his head, opening the door. The
swarm of people outside overwhelmed me, hitting my shields full
force. I opened the bottle of water, taking a swig, my fingers
clenching around the plastic.

I took a deep breath. “I’ll call you if I
have questions, Tommy.”

“Don’t forget the—“ I handed Logan the
phone.

Fuck, was I too dependent on him already?
Ugh. I am no good at this shit! I shook my head, peering out the
open door as I listened to Logan and Tommy talking. I liked that he
played video games with Tommy and I liked that he spoke the same
language.