by Kym Grosso
“The best I can explain it is that when the full moon hits, us wolves, we’re already sexual creatures. We crave the touch of others. Someone who is a friend by day may be a lover during the full moon. Consensual, of course,” he added.
“Have you ever watched someone make love?” she asked with great interest. “Well, besides in that vampire club the other night.”
“Yes.” He smiled broadly. His little wolf never ceased to amaze him. Was she a voyeur? “Like humans, certain wolves like to watch or be watched. It can be a turn on, without a doubt. Is that something you’d like to do?”
Wynter felt his eyes burn over her body at the question. What was she thinking? Threesomes to voyeurism in the course of two minutes was a little bit too much information to process.
“Maybe yes, maybe no,” she replied, satisfied with her noncommittal answer.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“What? Okay, maybe. I can’t say I’m not curious. But not tomorrow, okay? I don’t think I could do that.”
Logan laughed.
“I’m not a prude you know,” she protested. A giggle escaped her lips remembering what they’d just done in the kitchen. “Not sure what could have given you that impression. The conference room should have dispelled that notion…not to mention that I just made a nice dessert for you.”
Logan’s cock jerked as a vision of her lying naked on the countertop flashed in his head. He slid his hand from her belly to cup her breast. Watching her with his beta would be sexually exhilarating. But it would have to be her decision and hers alone.
“Tomorrow, if we do this, it isn’t permanent. It’s something we could do to make your shift the most amazing experience of your life. But it’s still your choice. As mates, the only bond we have will be to each other. I love D. He’s my beta and will always be part of our lives, but he won’t fall in love with you.”
Wynter closed her eyes trying to picture herself sandwiched between the two incredibly sexy and dominant men. She wanted to hate it, she really did. But the thought of them filling her, consuming her made her pussy throb; wetness teased her thighs. Lost in her dream, she startled as Logan brushed his knuckles lovingly across her cheek.
“Sweetheart, what ya thinkin’ about?”
“Everything,” she admitted softly without saying the word. Ménage. She decided right then to wait and see what happened after her shift. If she trusted her wolf, like Logan had been telling her to do, she’d make the right decision tomorrow night. “I want you to know that whatever happens tomorrow, the only person I want is you…just you.”
Logan gently kissed her and spoke softly, his lips still touching hers. “You are the only one for me, too. Only.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Ever.” Kiss.
Wynter sighed. She almost told him that she loved him but thought better of it. What would he say? Yes, he was committed to her, that much he’d said.
“I got you a gift,” he said with a devious grin.
She kissed his chest. “Hmm, Dimitri said you like shopping.”
“He does know me well.”
“I’m kind of surprised you got me anything, considering how mad you were.”
“Just because I was upset, don’t think that for one minute I wasn’t thinking of making love to you. In fact, at this point, I might not think of anything else for the rest of my life,” he teased. “Okay, let me up. I’ll go get it.”
“It?”
“You’ll see.”
The devilish smile on his face made Wynter wonder exactly what he’d gotten her. She fell onto her back, closed her eyes and relaxed. Like he’d taught her to do, she listened intently to see if she could catch a clue to where he’d gone. She heard a door opening and shutting then the patter of his feet coming toward her. She glanced upward to find her gloriously naked mate standing over her, his erect cock jutting outward. Oh yes.
Logan dangled a red and black bag in front of her, blocking her view of his arousal. The fancy packaging sprouted tissue paper and ribbons, making it appear as if it had come from an expensive store. He wagged his eyebrows with a big grin, and she knew she was either in big trouble or in for the best time of her life. Maybe both.
“What’s in the bag, darlin’?” she drawled in her best southern accent.
“Well, you know, sweetheart. I’ve got plans for that sweet lil’ ass of yours.” Logan knelt down, straddling her legs, hovering an inch over her pelvis so as not to crush her with his weight. He set the bag aside so that he could get comfortable. His aroused flesh pressed into her belly as he leaned in to quickly suck an exposed nipple.
“Well, sir, I do think I might enjoy that,” she teased. Why bother with coyness when all she wanted was to be filled with Logan morning, noon and night. She continued in her role as a belle. “It’s all the rage, I hear.”
“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” Logan laughed. She wanted to play again?
She nodded and licked her lips. After the talk about a threesome, she was more than ready to make love again. Her eyes darted back and forth between his purchase and the mischievous expression on his face.
Logan grabbed the blanket and tossed it aside so he could get a full view of her luscious body. Sliding his palm down her belly, he reached for the bag and pulled a small glass object out. He held it up so she could see it. The bulbous end caught the light; it curved slightly tapering into a ringed handle.
“Toys?” This is what he’d been shopping for? She laughed, excited at the prospect of trying something new with Logan.
“Why yes, Dr. Ryan. I’ve got a couple of fun toys, in fact. But I thought maybe we’d start with this one. Then, move up to something larger.”
“Something larger, like this?” Wynter captured his cock in her hand and gave it a smooth stroke. Logan hissed in delight.
“Oh, don’t you worry, baby. You’ll have plenty of that tonight, but first let’s start small,” he suggested. He retrieved a small bottle of lube and flipped it open. “But first, my little tease, open those legs and let me taste how hot you are.”
Wynter released Logan as he rose above her. She let her knees fall aside, like he’d asked, allowing him to see all of her. Giving him a playful smile, she licked her fingers and then slowly glided her hand down onto her mound. Captivated by what she was doing, Logan watched intently as she slid a moist digit into her slick crease, parting herself for him. She moaned in response, all the while taking in his reaction.
“Goddammit, Wyn, that is so fucking hot.” Logan lay on his stomach, his head between her legs, gaining better access to the heart of her.
His hands clutched her inner thighs as he speared the tip of his tongue into her channel. He felt her startle and then push down onto him in rhythm as he fucked her with his mouth. Once, twice, three times. Withdrawing, he licked over her fingers, groaning in delight.
“Ah baby, no more. Rest your hands on your belly,” he instructed. She’d come if they kept going and he wanted her first orgasm to coincide with their new toy.
“Please,” she begged. His tongue inside of her nearly sent her into release. The emptiness was killing her.
“Here we go,” he told her, spreading the cool gel onto the smooth crystal. Letting his fingers tease her anus, he circled it and slowly pressed one, then two thick digits inside.
“Oh my God, yeah,” she moaned. With ease, she began to writhe her hips as he pumped in and out of her. She cried as she felt Logan swipe his tongue through her folds, teasing her further.
“Ah, don’t stop,” she whined when he withdrew both his mouth and hand. “Logan.”
“We’re just getting started,” he grinned. Smoothing the cool object through her folds, he let it graze over her nub until it found its destination. The tapered tip prodded her puckered skin. Logan pushed and twisted slowly.
“Ah, yes. It feels so…good.” Wynter sighed as she relaxed into the sweet pressure. Similar to Logan’s fingers, the glass knob wasn’t too large yet created a sense of delectable fullness
.
“Look at that…all the way in. How does it feel?”
“Full, but not too full. No pain…just pressure. But I need…”
Logan knew exactly what she needed. Plunging his finger into her hot sheath he began to explore her nether lips with his thumb. She’d want him to bring her all the way to orgasm by touching her clit, but he’d save that pleasure for later.
“So wet and pink, sweetheart. I love your pussy,” he told her and licked at her inner thigh. As he did so, he pulled out the glass instrument and pushed it back in, causing her to gasp.
“Ah, Logan, I’m so close…”
“Touch your breasts, Wyn. Oh yeah, just like that.” His cock was so hard, he could barely move. He watched her take her perfectly shaped mounds and knead them. “Now, play with your nipples.”
Through heavy-lidded eyes, Wynter caught his gaze and did what he told her. The sensations were overwhelming. His hands on her labia, the fullness in her bottom and now the pleasurable ache in her tight peaks…it was too much, but not enough.
“You are so hot, baby. My dick is like fucking steel. You are gonna make me come just watching you,” Logan groaned. He took his hand away from her heat so that he could take out the next toy. “We need to speed this up because I can’t take much more of just watching.”
The pressure eased as Logan slid out the glass plug. Wynter looked up to see him preparing a much larger, pink silicone object. Before she had a chance to ask, the cold lubrication pressed at her back hole.
“This one’s a little larger, okay? I’ll go slowly.” Logan inserted it an inch and noticed a grimace on her face. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Push into it. That’s it. Almost in.”
As the plug breached the first ring of muscle, pain flared and then quickly subsided as she bore down. Within seconds, a wonderful pleasure filled her completely. Logan’s tongue lapped at her clit, while his fingers added voluminous bonus. Wynter cried Logan’s name, bucking her hips into his face. Relentlessly his tongue grazed at her nub. She dug her fingernails into his scalp.
Logan wrapped his lips around her clitoris and suckled her. Wynter screamed so loud she thought she’d wake the dead. Her ass and pussy rippled in orgasm while Logan continued to drink of her essence. Granted little reprieve, she heard Logan growl right before he flipped her over on her stomach.
“Ah yeah, that’s it, Wyn. Goddess, you’re so beautiful,” Logan praised as she knelt on her hands and knees. Holding the plug in place, he waited until she was in position. Scrambling with one hand, he scooped up a control, a surprise he’d kept for Wynter. He positioned the head of his straining cock at her entrance. With a grunt, he plunged into her, sheathing himself completely. Her quivering walls pulsated around him, nearly making him explode.
“Don’t move,” Logan bit out, digging his fingers into her hips. Fuck, he really was going to come. He breathed in and out, slowly gaining control. Withdrawing, he pumped into her slowly. Logan could feel the probe caressing his shaft through the thin barrier.
Resting her weight on her forearms, Wynter’s head fell forward. She’d never been so satiated in her life. Even though she’d just come, she could feel the ache building once again as if someone was turning a crank, winding her up….soon she would spring loose.
“Oh God. I can’t even describe. Logan, I never knew.” So many thoughts raced through her mind while she endured the marvelous penetration. Again and again, his velvety steel sex stroked her channel of nerves. At the precipice, she moved in his rhythm as her release threatened. “I’m going to come again. Please.”
Logan felt the contractions around his cock and prayed what he was about to do wouldn’t make him come before she did. Depressing the button, he clicked on the remote, causing it to vibrate. Logan tugged at the vibrating plug, withdrew it and pressed it in again. At the same time, he imbedded himself into her tight pussy. He’d decidedly gone from the frying pan into the fire. Between the vibrations and her walls milking him, Logan fought the urge to climax.
“Yes, please. Oh God, what is that? It feels…it feels amazing. Don’t stop,” she encouraged. So full, she gasped as the vibrations spread from her bottom to her pussy. Welcoming the dark intrusion, she pushed back on him, allowing him to guide it in and out of her. Wynter knew she was going to come again but wanted to fly at the same time as Logan. Pleading for more, she lost the ability to speak coherently. “Fuck me, fuck me now. I’m…going to…again.”
Breathing heavily, he looked down to see his rigid flesh disappearing into his sweet mate. She gripped him like a vise, the plug tantalizing the length of his shaft. At her words, Logan began to surge in and out of her and with a final thrust, he slammed into her, stiffening in release.
As Logan took her one last time, Wynter came with him. The deep shuddering orgasm reached every cell in her body. Shaking with ecstasy, she fell to the floor, bringing him on top of her. He quickly brought them safely onto their sides and removed himself and the toy. She moaned as Logan stood, covering her tingling skin with a blanket.
A warm cloth between her legs silenced her calls for him. Logan tenderly cleaned both Wynter and himself, discarding the towel and the toys into the bag. Cradling his mate into his strong arms, he lifted her. Euphoria rushed over Logan as he trod up the steps to his room. He’d never experienced such contentment. His heart felt as if it would burst; he loved Wynter with all of his being.
Wynter cuddled against Logan, kissing at his chest as he took her upstairs. He smelled of sex and masculinity, and she resolutely immersed herself in his scent. Within minutes, Logan had snuggled them into his feather-soft bed, and she lay wrapped in his arms. Abounding with happiness, Wynter reveled in the drugging sensation. As she drifted off to sleep, the words she’d been holding back slipped from her lips, I love you.
Chapter Twenty-Three
With the room bathed in sunlight, Wynter nuzzled against the pillow. The fog of sleep hung thick in her mind. Reaching blindly for Logan, she stretched a long arm across the bed and found it empty. A groan escaped her lips. Sweeping her arm back to her body, she caught the thin edge of a paper. A note? She squinted as the beams of light accosted her vision. Adjusting to the brightness, she read it: Good Morning Sweetheart, Breakfast is downstairs. Had an appointment I couldn’t miss. Love you, Logan. Love? Oh God…she’d told him she loved him. Maybe he didn’t hear it. Or maybe he did? She wasn’t sure how she imagined telling him she loved him, but she had hoped she wouldn’t fall asleep afterward.
After she’d used the bathroom, she showered and got dressed. Deciding on simplicity, she’d thrown on a sports bra, pink tank top and black yoga pants. She finger combed her wild mane, pulling it into a messy bun. Taking a glance at herself in the mirror, she looked and felt relaxed despite the fact that someone was out to kidnap her. She shoved the negative thoughts away, but reminded herself to ask Logan about getting the lab equipment. Unsure of what had happened to her blood samples, she wanted to test herself as soon as possible.
Giving her wolf senses a tryout, Wynter closed her eyes. From what she could tell, coffee was on but she couldn’t smell anything else. Some wolf she was. Laughing inwardly, she went in search of Logan.
As promised, bagels and croissants sat in a linen-covered tray on the kitchen table. She bit into a crescent-shaped flaky goodness, releasing a sigh. Worth every calorie, she thought. As she looked for the coffee, she caught a glimpse of the granite-covered island, and her cheeks blushed. Never again would she look at that counter the same way or forget the most incredible sensual experience of her life.
Spotting a carafe, she poured herself a large mug. The chicory tasted every bit as good as it smelled. A blur of movement outside caught her attention. She crept over to the window cautiously, unsure of her safety. Upon a closer look, she saw Logan, Dimitri and a child. Logan was pitching to the young boy, who looked as if he was hanging on the Alpha’s every word. Dimitri crouched behind him pounding his glove into a catcher’s mitt.
This was Loga
n’s appointment? Wynter smiled. She opened the slider, waved at him and then shut the door behind her. Logan winked and then quickly focused back on their game. The patio stones warmed her bare feet but she managed to make it over to a comfortably worn Adirondack chair. Sitting under a large southern oak tree, she admired the trailing sprigs of resurrection fern that carpeted its trunk and sprawling branches. Nearly two hundred feet from the house, the slow moving bayou teemed with wildlife.
A crack of the bat drew her focus. The boy hit a far one that went sailing over Logan’s head. Logan took off in a sprint to get the ball while the hitter ran invisible bases. Dimitri waited at home base ready with a high five. Logan gave the kid a thumbs up in response.
Captivated, Wynter watched the Alpha and his beta instruct the boy. Fluctuating between serious discussion and excitement, the trio played baseball. She watched in both curiosity and admiration. A warmth settled in her chest as she witnessed yet another side of Logan. She’d seen him as a fighter, the first night she’d met him. Later as rescuer. Then at his office, the commanding businessman. She’d seen the Alpha, the leader giving the eulogy. The lover, who was adventurous, dominant and caring. And before she could stop the thought, she pictured him as a father. Father to her own children.
Wynter’s words resounded in Logan’s mind. I love you. Maybe she hadn’t meant to say it…but she had. All he knew was that he loved her too and couldn’t wait for her to shift. Because once she shifted, she’d be able to mark him. Then after they caught the killer, they’d formally mate. It would be fucking torture waiting; his wolf would protest.
He hated leaving her in the morning, wanting nothing more than to sink himself back into her sweetness. But he’d promised René a game of ball. Practice really. Little league was coming up in the spring. Soon all the pups would be over at his house, wanting to play with him. Logan prided himself on his pitching skills, but always made sure he let the boys get a hit off the Alpha. He taught skills and tried to boost their confidence.
