Logan's Alpha (Evan's Alphas Book 3)

by D. J. Heart

  He doesn’t sound displeased at the idea of a hike, and Merchant is relieved. Logan steps out of the apartment and locks the door behind him, and when he turns back around, Merchant pushes him back into the door and leans down to capture his mouth in a kiss. The day before he’d been gentle and chaste, but now he thrusts into Logan’s mouth and takes control, reaching up and grabbing Logan by the nape of his neck as he licks into his mouth. When he pulls back Logan is wide-eyed and panting, looking up at Merchant with blown pupils and a stunned look on his face.

  “Let’s go,” Merchant says, smirking as he takes Logan’s hand and pulls him down the hallway and toward the stairs. The way Logan follows, letting himself be steered, makes Merchant’s cock press against his jeans even harder than the kiss they just shared.

  He can already tell that Logan is going to be an amazing lay.

  ***

  Logan’s lungs are burning and his legs feel like jelly, but he’s having more fun than he’s had in years. They’re on one of the trails to the north of the city, in the preserve, though it’s one Logan has never been on before.

  “You doing okay?” Merchant asks, turning around and waiting for him to catch up. Where Logan has stripped off his gloves, scarf, and coat—and is still feeling a little warm—Merchant is still bundled up in his zipped-up coat and thick leather gloves. He doesn’t look even slightly winded, and Logan has a not-so-sneaking suspicion that Merchant is going way, way slower than if he were here by himself.

  “I’m fine. I’m just not used to walking so much,” Logan says, taking a deep breath after using up his precious air for talking. Merchant takes a few steps back and takes his hand, squeezing it before pulling him along. Logan grins, letting himself be propelled forward.

  “There’s a spot about five minutes ahead where I figured we could eat before we head back,” Merchant says, and Logan feels a swell of relief. He doesn’t know how much longer he could have kept going. He eyes Merchant’s backpack and wonders what kind of food he’s brought.

  Merchant’s gloved hand keeps a hold of his until they get to the spot Merchant was talking about, and Logan loves the way the alpha’s huge hand swallows up his smaller one. Merchant isn’t that much taller than him, but Logan feels tiny standing next to him. It probably has something to do with the width of Merchant’s shoulders being twice that of Logan’s, his muscular bulk making him seem like a giant.

  It’s incredibly attractive.

  “We’re here,” Merchant says, sounding happy, and Logan has to grin at the sight in front of him. They’re on top of a cliff with maybe twenty feet down to the bottom, looking out over nothing but forest and clear blue sky. It’s like something out of a postcard, and as Merchant unloads his backpack and takes a seat on a collection of rocks about five feet from the edge, Logan grins and takes in the view. The air is perfectly fresh, not a hint of the city filling his nose, and when he closes his eyes it’s pure bliss.

  “You like it?” Merchant asks, pulling a big plastic container out of his backpack, along with two bottles of water. Logan turns to him and Merchant nods his head for Logan to come sit down next to him. He looks rugged and perfectly in his element out here in the wild.

  “Yeah. Do you come here often?” Logan asks, moving toward the alpha.

  “Sometimes when I have time off. I’ve never brought any food, though. I was hoping you’d appreciate something a little out of the ordinary.”

  Logan feels a flush of happiness as he sits down next to Merchant on the wide rock, pleased and charmed that he’s making an effort. Merchant reaches over and pulls him in close, hand curling around his waist and making his heart stutter, not letting go until he has Logan pressed flush into his side. Now that he has Logan where he wants him, Merchant removes his hand and pats him on the thigh, his hand lingering just a few inches below his crotch.

  Logan has never been so aware of his cock and balls before. He’s hard, and his breathing feels loud and labored. The only thing Logan can think about is what would happen if Merchant slid his hand up just a little...

  He waits, sure that Merchant is about to start something, but the alpha just pats him once and gives him a brisk rub, lifting his hand and grabbing for the food. Logan licks his lips and breathes out, blushing when he catches Merchant watching him with an intense look on his face.

  “It’s nice,” Logan says, meeting Merchant’s stare with a shy look. Merchant seems to startle, looking down at the plastic container balanced on his thighs with a rueful smile.

  “Good. I was hoping you’d like it.”

  Now that they’re not moving anymore Logan should be getting cold, but Merchant is like a furnace. He presses in closer to the alpha, not just for the heat. His stomach does a flip when Merchant grins and the lines around his eyes crinkle with pleasure.

  “What do you usually do when you take someone on a date?” Logan asks. He hasn’t broached the topic of Merchant’s love life yet, worried about what Merchant might say, but it’s a conversation he needs to have before things go further. No matter how much he’s enjoying himself, Logan still has no intention of continuing this if they’re not on the same page.

  “I don’t really date much,” Merchant says with a shrug. He takes the lid off the plastic container and puts it on the rock next to him. “I go clubbing sometimes, but that’s pretty much it. What about you?”

  Logan smiles and bites his lip. He hopes that this isn’t just a “you’re special” line that Merchant is using on him, but he doesn’t think it is.

  “I’ve dated a few people my mom set me up with, but never an alpha. I wasn’t really sure what to expect.” Logan wishes he’d censored the part about his mom. He doesn’t want to sound pathetic.

  “Well, that makes two of us. I guess we’ll have to play it by ear.” Merchant reaches into his box and holds up two wrapped sandwiches. “I’ve got turkey and roast beef. Which one do you want?”

  “You can pick,” Logan says.

  “Nope,” Merchant says, holding the sandwiches out and lifting his left eyebrow.

  “Roast beef, then,” Logan says. It’s been ages since he’s had a decent roast beef sandwich. “Thanks.”

  Merchant hands him the wrapped sandwich and starts unwrapping his own. He takes a bite and chews, all while watching Logan’s every twitch. The intense scrutiny makes his fingers feel clumsy as he frees his sandwich. Once he has it out of the wrapping he takes a bite, closing his eyes and moaning in pleasure.

  It’s delicious.

  “Good, right?” Merchant asks. Logan’s eyes pop open and he blushes, but Merchant just laughs and keeps eating.

  It’s nice. They don’t say anything; they’re just watching the view and enjoying each other’s company, listening to the sounds of nature. Logan doesn’t feel comfortable, exactly—he’s far too aware of himself and Merchant’s closeness for that—but he does feel good.

  After a while, once he’s finished his sandwich and half his water, Logan starts getting cold despite the heat coming off Merchant’s body. He’s thoroughly cooled off from the long walk up, and the cold stone he’s sitting on is making his ass feel numb. He reaches for his jacket and is about to put it on when Merchant grabs his wrist and stops him.

  “You cold?” the alpha asks. There’s a demanding vibe to his voice that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Logan nods.

  “Why don’t you come sit here?” Merchant asks. He unzips his coat and scoots back on the wide rock, pulling Logan to his feet and firmly, yet gently, manhandles him into position between his legs. Logan can hardly breathe as Merchant wraps his jacket around them both, putting his arms around Logan’s waist.

  He can feel Merchant’s breath on the back of his ear, warm and moist, making him shudder. Merchant’s hands are holding him just beneath his waist, gloved fingertips reaching underneath the hem of his shirt and landing on bare skin.

  “You like that?” Merchant asks. He sounds gruff, his chest rumbling against Logan’s back.

  “Yeah,” Logan sa
ys with a hitched intake of breath. Merchant’s hands are pushed flat against his stomach now, rubbing the skin between his shirt and jeans with gentle circular motions. The fact that Merchant hasn’t taken his gloves off just seems to make it hotter.

  “Do you feel how hard I am?” Merchant whispers with a slight grind of his hips. Logan closes his eyes, because yes. Yes he does feel that. He can feel Merchant’s bulge pressing into his lower back, thick and hard and uncompromising, and he’s never wanted anything more.

  Not able to bring himself to speak, he nods.

  “Say it?” Merchant demands. He’s using his alpha voice, the words reaching into an instinctual part of Logan that’s wired to obey.

  “I feel it. I want it,” he says, letting himself go limp and boneless as he relaxes back into Merchant’s arms. The alpha makes a strangled sound, almost like a whine, and before he knows it Logan feels teeth scraping over his neck.

  “Fuck,” he whispers. Teeth mean that Merchant wants to bite him, and biting is serious. Merchant licks across Logan’s neck and sucks a patch of skin into his mouth, biting just hard enough to leave a mark. The fingers teasing at his lower stomach push down into his pants, stopping just over the root of his cock. Merchant is breathing hard, pushing Logan back into his embrace, making him feel small and wonderfully fragile as he arches his back for more.

  “Greedy,” Merchant says with a rough laugh when Logan tries to lift his hips up so that Merchant’s hands will reach his cock. Logan whines. Merchant’s fingers are almost there, just another inch and he would...

  Logan gasps as Merchant pulls his hands up, leaving one hand splayed on his lower stomach while the other moves down over his jeans to cup his bulge in a firm grip. Merchant kneads his crotch with his huge, gloved hand, and Logan see stars.

  He’s going to come in his pants like a fucking teenager if Merchant keeps this up.

  “I’m going to come,” he warns. “Merch… I can’t…”

  Merchant ignores him, going right back to sucking on Logan’s neck as he pushes him closer and closer to the edge.

  “Fuck!” Merchant says, low and rough, pushing Logan out of his lap and to his knees on the cold ground in front of them. Logan is confused and unsteady, the sudden loss of heat and contact making his head spin. He turns around to complain, but goes still at the sight of the alpha.

  Merchant’s pupils are like two black pools filling his eyes, and his whole chest heaves with each breath. He looks like a wild thing—like an alpha just off the battlefield. It’s beautiful and terrifying.

  The bulge in Merchant’s pants is enormous. Once Logan notices it, pushed down next to Merchant’s thigh, he can’t look away.

  “Do you want this?” Merchant asks. It sounds like a threat and a promise. Logan nods his head slowly, without any thought, having no idea what Merchant is really asking. It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, Logan wants it.

  Merchant grins, and Logan wonders if he’s always had that many teeth. Then he spreads his legs wider, hands going to his belt, and Logan stops thinking at all. Merchant wastes no time freeing his cock, and Logan has never seen anything so big. Nine inches at least, red and veiny, with a bulbous mushroom-shaped head that has Logan itching to lean forward and lick.

  “Come here,” Merchant orders. He’s holding his cock by the knot, the black leather of his glove in stark contrast to his shaft, aiming it at Logan’s face.

  Logan doesn’t need to be told twice. He falls forward, catching himself on Merchant’s massive thighs, and chases the tip of Merchant’s massive dick with his mouth like he’s bobbing for apples. He needs it in his mouth now.

  “Good boy,” Merchant says when Logan succeeds. “So good for me.” The taste of Merchant’s cock, sweat, musk, and the faint salt of pre-cum blooms on his tongue.

  Logan hollows his cheeks and uses his tongue to tease the underside of Merchant’s cock head. It fills his mouth perfectly, but he wants more. He tries to go deeper. It’s hard, but he manages another inch or two before the massive member hits the back of his throat. He chokes. He pulls up on reflex, coughing, but Merchant reaches up and grabs him by the hair, holding him in place.

  Logan comes in his pants. Merchant’s hand tugging on his scalp, the smell of alpha filling his nose, the feeling of being dominated… it’s all too much. Logan’s cock throbs, spurt after spurt of come shooting into his underwear. He feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.

  Merchant is still huge and pulsing in his mouth, pressing into his throat with the brutal selfishness of an alpha in rut.

  When Merchant realizes that Logan is coming he lets out a pained whine. He thrusts into Logan’s mouth, forcing him to take another three inches of massive cock, and his whole body shudders.

  Abruptly, he pushes Logan away. Logan falls back with a cry of surprise, landing on his ass so that he’s sitting under Merchant’s cock like he’s at worship. Merchant stands up, towering over him, and takes a step forward. A boot on Logan’s chest pushes him down so that he’s lying on his back, and before he knows what’s happening, Merchant is crouching over his chest and shooting his load right in Logan’s face.

  It’s awesome.

  “Open your mouth! Come on… take it,” Merchant growls, shooting spurt after spurt of come, hitting Logan’s nose, chin, cheeks, hair, and the inside of his mouth. He reaches down and curls his fingers in Logan’s hair, holding him still, using his other hand to milk his knot until his balls have run dry.

  Logan pants, his cock hard as a rock despite having just come like a rocket, his face and hair drenched. It’s already getting uncomfortably cold, and he reeks of come, but he doesn’t care. Merchant reaches down with a firm hand and wipes a glob of sticky white fluid off his chin, letting it coat the tip of his gloved index finger, and shoves it into his mouth.

  “Come on, slut. Eat my load like a good little bitch,” Merchant growls, his voice hard, his expression fierce, proud, and happy. Logan closes his lips over the thick digit and sucks for all he’s worth. He’s never been a fan of dirty talk, but Merchant is doing a very good job of converting him.

  “That’s a good boy,” Merchant says, sounding extremely satisfied, pulling his finger out of Logan’s mouth and repeating the procedure.

  “Did you like that?” Merchant asks once he’s done feeding Logan his load, wiping his hand on his pants. Gone is the ferocious alpha, replaced by an almost nervous expression on Merchant’s face.

  “Yeah. I came in my pants,” Logan says. His voice comes out sounding awed, and Merchant’s shoulders relax.

  “Good. I got a little carried away there.” He sounds rueful, but not like he really regrets it. Logan is glad. He wouldn’t want Merchant to regret it.

  “It was really hot,” he says, blushing at the admission.

  Merchant just grins and reaches into his backpack. He pulls out a pack of wet-naps, handing them to Logan.

  “Here. I’m guessing you’d like to clean up a little.”

  Logan takes the wet-naps and wipes off his face and hair, pushing one into his underwear and doing his best to clean off his cock.

  “If your underwear are wet, maybe you should just take them off and go commando?” Merchant says. Logan blushes, shaking his head.

  “I’m fine. It’ll dry soon.” He’s feeling very cold, the residual moisture from the wet-naps stealing his body heat, and so he puts his coat, scarf and gloves back on. Then Merchant pulls him into a hug, his coat zipped open so that Logan is pressed against his warm chest, and holds him close until he’s positively toasty.

  “This is nice,” he says. Merchant’s stubble is tickling his cheek, and he can feel Merchant’s cock fattening up again inside his jeans and pressing against his hip.

  “Yeah,” Merchant agrees. He nudges Logan’s head to the side, forcing him to bare his neck, and stares down at the mark he’s left.

  “Do you… have you done that before?” Logan asks. He knows that an alpha wouldn’t mark someone like this—with teeth and scent—lightly.


  Merchant shakes his head. “No.” His voice is gruff and full of meaning.

  “Oh.” Logan has no idea what to say. “Was it an accident?”

  After all, Merchant had said he lost control. Maybe he hadn’t intended to mark Logan as his.

  “No,” Merchant says. Nothing else. Logan licks his lips, neck still tilted to bare Merchant’s mark, and feels something hot and wonderful pulse deep in his belly.

  They stand like that for several minutes, Merchant staring at his mark like it’s making him drunk, before breaking apart like a spell has ended.

  “We should get going before it gets dark,” Merchant says. Logan nods, even though he really doesn’t want to. He’s happy right where he is, and he knows that the walk back is going to be just as tiring as the one up.