Logan's Acadian Wolves

by Kym Grosso

  “Yes you are. But Wyn, it’s more than that. You do understand, right?” She thought this was funny? Jesus almighty, he’d been full of angst over telling her and she was joking?

  “I know it’s important to wolves. But you know I’m not all wolf, at least not yet.” She stole a quick kiss, catching him off guard. “Guess that means you’re my boyfriend.”

  “Yes I am,” Logan agreed, pulling her toward him. “And so much more.”

  “My Alpha.”

  “Yes, that too. But, sweetheart, there’s no one but you for me. And me for you,” he tried to explain.

  “You know, when we made love, I felt it. The princess, she loved that kinky wolf thing.” She gave him a sexy smile and winked. “So tell me, prince, does this mean that I get to bite you back?”

  The thought of her teeth at his neck caused his cock to jerk to attention. The wolf within paced, craving her mark. He howled at Logan, wanting to declare that he was her mate. But Logan reined in his wolf. Wynter had accepted that he’d marked her, but he could tell from their conversation that she didn’t understand all the implications. How could he expect her to really know, given that she’d been human? Perhaps it would be better to just let her adjust to the idea that she was his girlfriend. After all, they’d just met. She hadn’t even shifted yet, nor had she met his pack. There were many factors that could affect a successful mating, and he knew it.

  “There’s nothin’ I’d like more, sweetheart, but you’re going to have to wait until after you shift.”

  She frowned.

  “Hey, I didn’t make the rules. I just follow ’em.”

  “How about we start making some rules of our own?” She pressed her lips to the side of his neck directly underneath his earlobe and speared her fingers through his hair. Sprinkling kisses downward, she began to writhe her hips over his. “Now that I know you like conference tables, tell me, what do you think of bathtubs?”

  “Bathtubs?” Logan grinned. “Bathtubs are great. But are you sure you feel well enough? How’s your head?”

  “I’m feeling so much pain. It’s terrible,” she purred, rubbing her breasts up and down against his chest. “But I’m afraid rest isn’t the medicine I need.”

  “Ah, I see. Perhaps we need to play doctor. Sounds like you need one…hell, I think I need one. You’re clearly not the only one suffering.” If he didn’t get inside her soon, he thought he’d explode.

  “We can’t have that, now, can we?” she teased, biting at his lower lip. God, he tasted good. His hard slippery body was all hers and she intended to explore every square inch of him.

  The last string of Logan’s restraint snapped as her teeth pulled at his mouth.

  “Hold onto me. Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded as he hoisted them out of the tepid water. Capturing her lips, he kissed her passionately, sweeping his tongue against hers. Within seconds, Logan was out of the tub. He pressed Wynter’s back flush to the wall, clutching her by her bottom. She moaned in appreciation; the roughness sent a lightning bolt of desire to her pussy.

  “Fuck yes,” she cried as he moved his lips from her mouth to the crook of her neck, peppering her with kisses.

  “I can’t control myself around you. Bedroom,” Logan grunted.

  He wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself at that point. He’d almost taken her against the wall. A shred of sanity reminded him that she’d been hurt earlier no matter her protest that she was fine. The wall could wait for another day. Without watching where he was going with her, he clumsily made his way over to the bed. They fell into it together with Wynter’s legs wrapped around his waist.

  Logan rolled Wynter onto her back, straddling her hips. Kissing her neck, he began to slowly move downward until his face rested in the valley between her breasts. He sighed in amazement; he’d never get used to how beautiful she was. He cupped each breast, bringing them together so he could easily move from one nipple to the next. Tracing his tongue along the outside of her right areola, he brought the taut peak into his mouth, gently sucking, before repeating the process on her other tip, tenderly making love to them.

  Wynter lolled her head backwards, electrified by the sensation of his kisses to her skin. When he took her breast, the aching in her womb threatened orgasm. Not wanting to come so quickly, she raised her head and opened her lids. Logan, lavishing attention on her pink nipples, looked up and caught her eyes. Connected in a gaze, Logan slid downward. Still holding her breasts, he kissed her abdomen, making sure to leave no spot unattended. When he reached her pussy, he gave her a naughty smile.

  “Sweetheart,” Logan darted his tongue through the seam of her wetness. “I’ll never get enough of you. You have the sweetest, most beautiful pussy…and it’s mine.”

  Wynter gasped as Logan pressed two long fingers into her core, stroking the length of her nerves. She contracted against him, the urge to come rushing over her.

  “Logan,” she panted. She was close, so close. “Oh God.”

  Parting her labia with his other hand, Logan sought out her sensitive hood. Finding his prize, he lapped at her clit. The second he felt her tighten around his hand, he suckled harder, using his tongue to flick at her nub. Relishing her juices, he moaned, creating a vibration that pushed her over the edge.

  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 t
hat?” 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.

  “Get away from her,” Logan instructed. Barely restraining the urge to punch Jax in the face, he took a deep breath, fisting his hands at his sides.

  “What?” Wynter asked, bewildered. Shocked by Logan’s dominant tone of voice, she stilled.

  “I said. Get off her, Jax. She’s mine,” he warned.

  The words resonated with Wynter. Realizing the implications, she fell out of her embrace with Jax but still held tight to his hand. Was Logan angry? She didn’t understand what was happening, but instantly comprehended the fury in Logan’s eyes. Slowly releasing Jax, she wrapped her arms protectively around her waist. Why were they fighting? Jax’s fingers on her shoulders alerted her that he, too, was upset. As his hands left her skin, she registered the hurt in his eyes. Or was it guilt?

  It took all of two seconds for Jax to understand why the Alpha had gone feral. He grabbed Wynter by her shoulders, brushed her hair away and just as quickly released her.

  “You goddamn marked her? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jax exclaimed indignantly. “My Goddess, Wynter, did you agree to this?”

  “I…I.” Wynter found herself cowering. Digging deep, she mustered the courage to face him. “Yes, I mean, no. But yes, when I found out…Jax, I care about Logan…a lot.”

  Logan’s face visibly relaxed, but she was still too close to Jax. He knew what Jax was going to say next.

  “You marked her and didn’t talk to her? What the fuck, Alpha?” Jax walked around the sofa, fell back into it and grabbed his head with his hands. “No, don’t even tell me anything else. This can be undone. Wyn, you can come back to New York with me. It will take a few months but you’ll get through this. It’ll fade and you can find a suitable wolf.”

  Logan looked to Wynter, and they both addressed Jax at the same time. “No.”

  “Jax, stop it. I’m not going back to New York. I just told you I care about him. He’s claimed me and I’m happy. You just need to accept this,” Wynter said softly. She didn’t want to challenge him but there was no way in hell she was returning to New York. She needed to be firm on that point. Wynter loved Jax, but she wasn’t going to let him steamroll her decision to be with Logan.

  “Oh, you’ll go back to New York,” Jax promised.

  “No I won’t,” she countered.

  “You will go. As your Alpha, I order you to go back to New York with me. Do you understand, Wynter Isabelle Ryan? Staying here with him is not an option. You are going to turn into a wolf. You have no choice but to obey me,” Jax told her, giving her a hard stare.

  Logan watched the interchange, trying his best to let Wynter handle it. Telling Jax she’d made a choice to stay with him warmed his heart. And Jax needed to hear this news from her, not him. But when Jax attempted to give her a direct order, Logan chose to intervene.

  “She’s my mate,” Logan stated confidently. “And as such, you cannot order her to obey you. She’s mine. I’m her Alpha.”

  Wynter’s jaw dropped at his words. Oh my God. What did Logan just say? She was his mate? Wait, wasn’t that something you asked someone first? She couldn’t be sure of those nagging wolf rules, but wasn’t that like an engagement of sorts? Her mind warred between smacking him or throwing herself
at him and tearing off his clothes.

  “What?” This was getting better by the minute, Jax thought. He closed his eyes trying to concentrate. How could this have happened? He should have known better. The Alpha wouldn’t have marked her otherwise. But still, he had to ask. “Are you sure?”

  “I am,” Logan insisted, his eyes locked on Wynter’s.

  This was so not the way he’d imagined himself telling her. Hell, he’d hardly had time to come to terms with it himself. He watched the conflicting emotions play across her face when he’d said the word: mate. Logan swore to himself he’d make this up to her somehow. He shouldn’t have done it like this. Even though he’d never been mated before, he damn well knew that it wasn’t something you just announced in a room full of people without talking to your mate about it. Granted, mated wolves didn’t always come to the realization at the same time, but it was treated with sanctity, with respect. Given the situation, Jax gave him little choice. There’d be no way he’d ever let him take his mate to New York.

  “Well, fuck me,” he heard Jax say. “I still can’t believe I allowed this to happen. You’re right about one thing, Logan; I should have never let Wynter go work for that company. I will be forever sorry for that. Wynter should have…”

  “I am right here, you two. Oh my God. There’s so much testosterone in this building you’d think we were at a bull fight.” Wynter was pissed. Not only would she have appreciated the ‘will you be my mate?’ discussion in private, she was mad at Jax for thinking he could have simply pulled that ‘Alpha is ordering you’ bullshit. She hadn’t seen that side of Jax since she snuck out her bedroom window at sixteen to go to a party with her friends.

  “Listen up, both of you.” She didn’t care at this point whether she challenged them or not. This was her life they were discussing as if she were a child. Having enough, she glared at them and held up her fingers, ticking them off as she spoke. “Number one. This is my life. Not yours, oh great Alpha, Jax. And not yours either, oh great mate of mine. Number two. I am not going to New York. Do you remember why I am even here, Jax? For Emma. Was it the best plan in the world for me to go in there alone? Obviously not. But I’m a scientist, not a cop. And we’ve still got work to do. And whether you like it or not, I care about Logan a lot. And not like friends. We’re lovers. And despite his apparent lack of ability to inform me of these important wolf thingies, like ‘hey I want to mark you’ or ‘hey, I think you are my mate’, I want him…He’s an incredible person and from what I’ve seen, a great Alpha. Saved my ass more than once. I think you owe him a little respect.”