There was something compelling about Léopold. The first time she’d met him, he’d seemed like a good-hearted man, such a generous donor. He’d taken great interest in her projects. But tonight, he kept her off kilter, she suspected on purpose, wondering what he’d do next. The way he’d smelled her skin and then laughed at her reaction was disturbing, yet he spoke to her as a man who cared about her future. It both intrigued and frightened her.
“Even on the clearest night, we sometimes cannot see the stars that shine most brightly. If you refuse to imagine the possibilities, the constellations will go unnoticed. Release yourself from these bindings. Your Alpha, he yearns for you, but does not know who you are to him,” Léopold observed. How ironic it was that two hearts could meet and not know they were mates. He’d seen it many times and always found it tragic how cruel and wonderful fate could be.
“Yearning and loving are two different things. I’m not sure what I am to him. He feels responsibility because he rescued me,” she speculated, engaged in the curious banter with Léopold. “Besides, the past few weeks I’ve lost sight of who I am, I’m afraid.”
“Ah oui, nasty bunch, who captured you. Sounds dreadful. I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am for what happened. But you are due for a rebirth, no? You will listen to me. Your destiny is with the Alpha. You must not fight this, pet. Some things are meant to be.”
“You’re a romantic?” she stated in surprise.
“Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. I prefer to think of myself as a realist. For as long as I’ve lived, there are some things that are even beyond my control.”
Wynter said nothing as she caught sight of Logan shoving Dimitri’s arm away, as if he’d been holding him back. Her breath caught as she saw him approaching with a feral look in his eyes. What the hell?
“Your Alpha comes for you, no? His possessive nature cannot accept another’s hands on you as an unmarked wolf. You like experiments, do you not?” Léopold noted, jovially placing a kiss to her shoulder. He was enjoying this all too much, but he’d prove his point, nonetheless.
“Is this a test?” she snapped, trying to retreat. What was he doing kissing her like that? Her heart beat wildly at the sight of Logan coming straight at him.
“You feel it too, don’t you? Your wolf. She craves him,” he whispered into her ear, pulling her close against his body. He stopped dancing, holding her still, and continued. “And he cannot resist the demands of his beast.”
Wynter recoiled at the intimacy Léopold forced upon her. His warm breath on her neck sent chills down her spine. As he turned his head down to look at her, she noticed his fangs had descended. Vampire. On the verge of hysteria, her stomach rolled. Shocked and disoriented, she stumbled backwards as he released her from his hold. The music spun in her mind. Léopold stood chuckling, then bowed toward her, bending one arm behind his back and extending his other hand toward her, as if he were some sort of medieval royalty. A scream bubbled in her throat yet she was unable to make a sound.
Before she knew what was happening, Logan embraced her. Wynter eagerly wrapped herself around her Alpha. The realization of what Léopold had been saying slammed into her consciousness. Logan was her Alpha. She wasn’t sure how she’d known the creature existed, but in her mind’s eye, her wolf released a tortured cry. Logan’s scent enveloped her being, and both her human and animal psyche accepted the safety of his presence.
“Logan.” Wynter reached for the words but they fell from her grasp. She needed to tell him everything about Emma, the contagion and God help her, how she felt about him. Relief and lust swept through her as he pressed her into his chest.
“Never again,” he promised. Against his better judgment he’d let her dance with Léopold. But the second Léopold had touched her, his wolf maniacally clawed to emerge. The need to mark Wynter overwhelmed him. It wasn’t prudent or logical, he knew. They’d only known each other a day. He hadn’t even made love to her yet. None of it made any sense but his wolf needed this woman. Logan had to have her now. Publicly. To claim her.
“Don’t let me go,” she begged. Dancing with Léopold had driven whatever animal instincts she had to the surface. It felt wrong, terribly wrong. And now that she had Logan in her arms again, she wasn’t going to waste another second of her life being afraid. Logan was her Alpha. She would tell him everything and beg for Jax’s forgiveness later.
“I’m taking you now, Wynter. Please don’t deny me,” he growled.
“But we need to talk… I’ve got to tell you…” The music blared a pounding erotic beat, and she felt his hard length press against her belly. She tried to fight the desire, to be the sensible person she’d always been. The old Wynter would have left the club. Yet, no longer the person she once was, all she wanted was him, more than anyone she’d met in her life. She craved her lips on his skin, wrapped around his cock. Submitting to both her own cravings and his wishes, she’d give it all to him without question.
“Talk later. Let’s go in there. Now,” he instructed, pulling her toward a sofa that was somewhat concealed behind red, translucent ceiling-to-floor fringe.
Tugging her into the small alcove, Logan couldn’t wait any longer. Driven by the flicker of excitement he saw within her eyes, he knew she wanted this every bit as much as he did. Raking his fingers into her hair, he kissed her. A hungry desperate kiss. He pushed his tongue into her warm mouth, sucking and tasting, incited by the wild intensity with which she returned his kiss.
Aroused beyond reason, Wynter greedily ran her hands all over Logan’s body, grasping the front of his shirt and yanking it out of his pants. She moaned loudly, running her palms up his bared ripped abdomen. Her pussy ached with need; she wanted him in her now. As if he sensed her thought, Logan cupped her bottom, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around him. Writhing her pelvis up against his rock hard erection, she gasped in pleasure as tendrils of her release built.
Standing, Logan continued to plunder her mouth while unzipping the back of her dress. Pulling down one sleeve, he exposed her breast which was every bit as spectacular as he’d remembered from the pool. No bra? She was a little wild after all. He tore his mouth from hers and captured a nipple with his lips. Like a starved man, he laved it into a firm little point, letting his teeth graze the tip. “Your breasts, oh Goddess, they’re so delicious,” he groaned.
“Take me,” she breathed as he placed her onto her back on the sofa.
Logan fell to his knees before her, never breaking eye contact. Roughly, he pushed up her dress. She heard a rip and realized he’d taken her panties. Wynter felt him push her knees wide open, his lips on her inner thigh. With Logan’s head between her legs, she briefly considered her surroundings. The tassels provided a false sense of privacy as she noticed Dimitri across the room. Was he watching them? Barely cognizant of where she was, her beast took over, uncaring of who saw them. The animal in her wanted them all to see, to know he was hers. For the first time in her life, she tossed all preconceived ideas about what was right and wrong when it came to sex. Any last doubts disappeared as Logan’s tongue swept through the seam of her wet folds. The only thing that mattered was him. Rocking her hips upward, she sought out his mouth on her pussy. She plowed her fingers into his hair, pulling him into her.
Logan slid two fingers down between her labia, surrounding her clit. Squeezing them together gently, her tiny nub protruded, and he lightly flicked his tongue over and around it. Humming into her flesh, he laughed a little when she pushed up at him, tugging his hair. Oh yeah, his little wolf was lovin’ this, and he couldn’t get enough of her essence. He lifted his head slightly to watch her reaction and he licked over her lips.