Wynter saw stars as her orgasm crashed onto her. Lifting her hips into his mouth, she sought all he had to give. Unrelenting, his rough tongue stroked her until she was thrashing on the bed, splintering into a thousand pieces. Calling out his name was her only relief; the pleasurable assault had left her breathless yet still yearning for him to fill her with his love.
Logan licked his lips, enthralled by the taste of her cream. Slowly ascending his mate, he took in the sight of the pink lips that he’d made so swollen. Divine. Wynter’s legs fell open to his body, allowing him to rest between them. Taking his cock in his hands, he stroked himself through her slick folds, drawing out a few more shudders from her.
“Wyn, sweetheart,” he uttered. Her eyes flew to his. “Feel me. Feel us.”
Logan thrust his rock hard shaft into her hot core. Wynter gasped at the welcome intrusion, bringing her arms around his waist. As he plunged in and out of her, she raked her fingers down his back.
“Ah…” Logan cried. “Fuck yeah.”
“You’re mine,” she whispered into his ear.
The wolf in him roared. Her words ignited his passion to new heights. The controlled rhythm came to a halt when he pulled out.
“Logan,” she protested.
He effortlessly flipped her over until she was on her knees. Holding her up by her belly, he guided her into position.
Wynter wanted this, for him to take her, make her his. Blind to him, the waiting drove her insane as she presented herself to him. She felt the cool air at her opening.
“Yes,” she screamed as he thrust into her.
“Aw yes, take me, Wyn.” Logan sucked a breath, trying not to come. She felt so incredible, fisting him tightly. Seated fully in her, he held still for a minute trying to regain his composure. With one hand wrapped around her waist, he used the other to pet her back, running his fingers down from her shoulders to her ass. As he slowly started to move, he cupped her bottom, letting his thumb brush over her tiny rosebud.
“Please,” Wynter heard herself begging. The pad of his finger at her puckered flesh sent sparks flying all over her skin. She wanted to be utterly filled, and sought his touch.
Sensing Wynter’s signal, Logan inserted his thumb into her tight hole, slowly but surely penetrating her. He found it incredibly hot to watch his finger disappear into her and sucked a breath at the sensation. It was as if he could feel her walls tighten around his cock in response.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Is this what you need?” he crooned, knowing it was.
She moaned in pleasure. “Yes, Logan, don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“That feels so good to me too, baby. Your ass is so perfect. I’m going to fuck you here soon. Do you want that?” He continued plunging his hard arousal into her in tandem with his hand.
“Hmm,” was all she could manage to say. The overwhelming sensation of being filled rocked her world. If she thought she could take his cock in her ass, she’d tell him, but she knew she needed more preparation to do that.
When she didn’t respond with words, Logan withdrew his finger. “Tell me, Wyn. Do you want me to stop? Do you want my cock in you…right here?” He traced the pad of his thumb around her puckered skin, waiting on her answer.
“Yes…don’t tease me,” she cried, pushing backward.
“Oh yeah, someday soon, baby. I think we need to get you a toy,” Logan told her. Without missing a beat, his hand found her again, reentering a digit into her anus. Pressing in and out, he added a second finger. Everything constricted as he did so, causing him to shake. Fuck, he was going to come.
The fullness in her bottom and pussy bombarded Wynter. She trembled as the ripples of ecstasy rolled through her body. Screaming Logan’s name, she continued to shake as she collapsed into the bed.
Heaving and fighting for air, Logan thrust one last time, acquiescing to his earth-shattering release. Spilling himself into her, he rolled them to their sides so that he could spoon her. His incredible, resplendent mate had taken his heart and soul. He silently celebrated, aware that he was falling for her.
Chapter Nineteen
Wynter woke to the sound of yelling. Immediately recognizing his voice, she jolted out of bed. Oh my God. Jax is here. Where are my clothes? She tore across the room, opening Logan’s closet doors. He’d neatly placed her bags in the corner and had even hung up a few of her dresses. How long had he been awake? She heard curse words through the shouting. Not good. She yanked a sundress over her head, thankfully managing to put on her bra and panties in her panic. Throwing the bags aside, she slipped her toes into a pair of flip flops. As fast as her feet would carry her, she tore down the hallway and descended the circular stairway.
“She’s sleeping. And for the last time, she’s fine,” Logan shouted at Jax.
“What the hell did you take her for? Goddammit, you should’ve known this could happen,” Jax yelled, pacing Logan’s family room. “If you don’t go up there and get her right now, I’m doing it myself.”
The strikingly handsome New York Alpha’s eyes flared in animosity. He ran his hand over his platinum-blonde hair in frustration. Jax was pissed that Wynter had gotten hurt trying to find a cure for Emma. He was even angrier with himself and felt guilty for every last thing that had happened to her, getting kidnapped and now being taken by the New Orleans’ Alpha. It was entirely his fault. He should have never allowed her to go work for ViroSun. He should have more thoroughly investigated them. Jax had promised her mom and dad, his longtime friends, that he’d watch over Wynter. Yet, he’d fucked up royally, gone and sent her into a bloodsucking hellhole.
“You’d better stand down, right now, Chandler. For your information, we had to bring her, because she’s the only one who knows about this little virus you kept secret. And for the record, you’re the asshole who sent her off with vamps. You are the reason this happened to her, not me. So you’d better just calm the hell down,” Logan growled and turned his head to the hallway. He sensed immediately when she came into the room. Logan caught a glimpse of her blond curly hair rounding the corner and swore. “Shit.”
“Jax!” Wynter screamed in delight. God, she had missed him.
“Princess!” Jax called out, opening his arms to her.
She jumped into his embrace, and he spun her around. Wynter, oblivious to Logan, hugged Jax tightly. Crying in happiness, she pressed her face to his shirt.
Logan growled at the sight; Dimitri caught sight of his Alpha about to attack and held him back. What the fuck was she doing? Did they not just have the ‘I marked you’ discussion? How the hell could she touch him so intimately? Logically, Logan knew that Wynter hadn’t slept with Jax, that he was merely her guardian. But as he watched her in the arms of another man, he didn’t give a damn. Jax was a single wolf. A male. An Alpha male.
All reason was lost as he watched his mate mold her body to Jax. Like a match to kindling, his anger flared in both jealousy and betrayal. But he refused to be reduced to a dog groveling over a bone. He wasn’t about to trash his home over a hug. Logan was nothing if not self-disciplined. The challenges had forced him to become the master of restraint. Logan’s jaw tightened as he forced his beast into submission.
“Get off me,” Logan spat at Dimitri.
“You okay?” Dimitri asked, unsure whether or not to release his Alpha on Jax. An unmated male wrapped around another man’s mate could turn a situation ugly pretty quick.
“I’m fine.” He shrugged out of his hold, and stormed toward Jax.