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.
Chapter Fourteen
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.