by Marie Mason
He continued his touch. Around the crest of her breast again, over the hill of her stomach, tickling her navel. He kept touching her, murmuring words of admiration, wonder. She didn’t want to be admired, she wanted to be possessed. Then he skimmed his hand down. Down, down, down, beneath her panties. His fingers tangled with the curtain of curls she kept trimmed on top of her mound. One finger slid between her pussy lips, feeling the slickness of her slit. “So wet. Do you want me?”
“Yes, Jarod, yes. So much.” Her head fell back under the onslaught of his touch.
That ended the teasing. His mouth was on hers, wet and wild and hungry. She clung to him, mindless now. The part of her that she kept deeply buried was suddenly alive, alive and demanding attention. Fear vanished. Caution fell by the wayside. Her hands found his cock and she was touching him, stroking him, spreading the fluid leaking from his tip over his hard length. The groans she drew from him were as deep as the ones he drew from her.
Their mouths parted. He brushed hot, open mouthed kisses on the tops of her breasts, his tongue licking along the seam of her bra. “This is pretty, baby. But it’s got to go.”
With a flick of his wrist, the cups came apart. He moved them aside, his hands covering her breasts, kneading the needing flesh. He took her nipple deep into his mouth, savoring her taste. He pulled back, his warm breath fanned against her skin as he bathed her nipple with his tongue. He repeated the touches on her other breast.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”
“I want you too. So much I ache with it.”
“Where do you ache?” He allowed his hand to slide lower, touching her where he had before. “Here?”
She responded with a slight undulating movement of her hips, tilting upward toward his seeking fingers.
“Here perhaps?” He whispered next to her ear, his mouth sucking on the lobe before biting it softly with his strong teeth. He parted her pussy lips and slid his finger through her juices. He lightly rubbed the sensitive spot he found at the top of her slit, so lightly he could scarcely feel her softness. Once again she made another rolling movement with her hips. Then he slipped his finger into her tight, moist warmth, sliding deep and starting a slow in and out motion.
“Yes, yes,” she gasped as his mouth descended on hers, his tongue imitating the same movement of his finger.
Logan didn’t know if he could stand the pleasure this time. Every time he had her, touched her, the feelings inside him grew. And his wolf lunged at the chains he had wrapped the animal in that very first day when he’d held her naked in his arms.
Never had he wanted a woman so badly, desperate to give her such pleasure. Show her in every way he knew how much she meant to him.
Claim her. Mate her. His wolf whispered in the back of his mind. He wanted to. He wanted that more than anything, but not yet. To distract himself he concentrated on bringing her pleasure.
Without moving his hand or changing his rhythm, he shifted his weight until both his knees were between hers, carefully nudging them apart.
Fuck, she was so small, and he was so damn aroused. He’d known taking her right after a shift would be dangerous to his control. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he had to be inside her now. He removed his hand from her heated folds and placed his cock against her, barely managing to get the head inside her. She groaned and lifted her hips to him. He spread his legs and grabbed her under her hips, pulling her up to him. He sank into her slowly. Inch by inch. His eyes were riveted to where they were joined. Her legs fell open on either side of him. The only places they touched were where his hands gripped her ass and where his cock was slowly disappearing inside her pussy.
The sight made him throb and grow. He felt the knot start to form, and forced it back. He took her with short thrusts until she was moaning for him to take her faster and harder. He let go of her hips and fell down on his arms, catching his weight. He gave her exactly what she wanted, what he knew she craved. Long, hard thrusts that drove his body deeply into hers. His skin crawled with pleasure at the sensation of his body so tightly embedded in hers. The sleek walls caressed him as he moved in and out.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered. “Tell me, Katie.”
Katie looked up at the man who had, in such a short period of time become the center of her universe. And not because of the throbbing pleasure he was giving her. She felt a connection with him; one that she knew didn’t come along very often. The fervor in his voice matched the one running through her veins. She wanted to be his. Always.
“I’m yours, Logan.”
He thrust into her one last time and then she felt the center of his cock grow, that delicious hardness that she’d felt last night and every time they’d made love since. Then he was moving again, pulling the knot along her pussy. She thrashed her head against the quilts. “No, no, I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes, you can.” With one long thrust, he set them both off. She felt the warmth of his cum as he emptied himself inside her. Her pussy pulsed and clenched, seeming to want to milk every drop from him.
She wasn’t sure she could take the pleasure. Her body was still shaking when he turned on his side, dragging her leg over his him. They were still joined together, her pussy still rippling around his cock.
“So sweet, baby. So sweet.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and pulled her even closer. He stroked her back, her hips, her legs. She realized touching her this way, was his way of bringing them both down from the high. Eventually, their breathing calmed and he gently disentangled their bodies. Immediately she felt empty. Alone.
He turned them until they were both laying on their backs, looking up toward the ceiling of the gazebo. She realized the trees had been cut from around the gazebo and there was nothing between it and the sky. The snow was still falling and she imagined she and Logan looked like the inhabitants of a very x-rated snow globe.
“Cold?” He looked over at her, one arm bent beneath his head the other cushioning hers.
She turned to her side and snuggled against him. “How could I be cold with my own heated blanket?”
“I told you wolves were hot, baby.”
She laughed, thinking today had been the best day of her life.
CHAPTER SIX
They spent the rest of the evening—between fucking the living daylights out of each other—talking and watching movies. They both agreed being snowed in called for an action movie marathon with lots of popcorn smothered in butter. She did manage to sneak in a chick flick or two that he surprising liked.
Just as they were discussing what to have for supper, Logan’s phone rang. He’d left it on the kitchen counter when they’d come back from the gazebo.
He’d thought it might be one of his brothers checking in, but wasn’t surprised to see his mother’s number.
“Hello, Mother,” he smiled at Katie as he spoke. She smiled back before going to the refrigerator. He listened with half an ear to his mother as she bent over, the t-shirt he’d loaned her riding up past her thighs and over her hips to reveal another pair of those boy shorts type underwear she’d had on in the gazebo. It irritated the hell out of him that she’d bought the sexy lingerie for a weekend with another man. He vowed as soon as they got back to the city he was burning every last pair before taking her shopping.
“Yes, she’s looking pretty good right now.” He smirked when Katie threw him a quelling look over her shoulder. He watched as she gathered a dozen eggs, cheese, and milk. Placing them on the counter she looked through the cabinets as he continued his half-hearted conversation with his mother. He was grateful for the help she’d given him, but right now he wanted to concentrate all his attention on his mate.
“Let me talk to her, Logan.”
That caught his wandering attention. “What? Why?”
“You aren’t listening to a word I’m saying. I want to know what’s going on.”
“Nothing’s going on, Mom. Katie and I are still stuck here on the mountain.”
“Logan.” His mother’s voice held a note of steel he knew better than to ignore. He didn’t know what she expected to discover simply by talking to Katie. She’d wouldn’t figure out Katie was his mate until she saw them together.
Then again, maybe something in his voice had given him away.
“My mother wants to talk to you.” He handed Katie the phone and leaned against the breakfast bar. She moved away from him as if she didn’t trust him.
“What?” he mouthed at her, holding his hands up as if to say he was innocent of any wrong doing. Had she guessed his intention of distracting her as she spoke with his mother? He had a feeling he could have made her blush a bright red simply by nibbling on her ear while his mother’s voice sounded in the other one.
“Hello, Mrs. McCall.” Her voice was soft and smooth and made his cock twitch. “Thank you for asking.”
She listened for a moment, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers as she did. “No, I don’t have a headache.” She listened for a while longer, answering yes and no to what he was sure was a litany of questions about concussions and hyperthermia.
She was fine now, he had no doubt. If she hadn’t been he would have taken her to a doctor that first night.
“Yes, Mrs. McCall. He’s been the perfect gentleman.”
His eyebrow rose at her prim and proper tone. He grabbed his crotch and cupped his now rapidly expanding cock and mouthed to her again. “I’ll show you perfect.”
He laughed softly when her face did turn that bright shade of red.
Logan stood not two feet away in a pair of very old jeans and nothing else. Every muscle, every silken inch of his chest and shoulders and arms were there for her to see. To enjoy. She mentally licked her lips, wanting to run her tongue over every exposed inch. Her gaze dropped below the waist of his jeans. And every unexposed inch. Her pussy clenched and she wondered what was causing the sudden spike in her hormones.
Katie needed a cold shower and she needed one now. The damn sexy wolf was going to be the death of her—if she was lucky. She tried to concentrate on what his mother was saying.
She started when a large hand took the phone from her and the heat of his body brushed against her back. “Mom, we’ve got to go now. I’ll call you when we get home.”
Home. He’d said when they got home, as if they were going back to the city together. Oh, wouldn’t that be wonderful?
He dropped his phone on the counter and before she could turn around, he’d wrapped his arms around her and his mouth was nuzzling the side of her neck. “You are so damn beautiful, Katie.” She leaned her head back, giving him as much access to her throat as he wanted. She realized she’d done that quite a few times this weekend. He didn’t disappoint her. Nibbling along the side, he moved his mouth across her heated flesh. From beneath her ear, down her throat. He lingered where her neck and shoulder came together, biting down softly as he moved. She groaned. Why did that feel so damn good?
Logan could barely contain his wolf as he held Katie in his arms. Her skin was warm and smooth and perfect. She smelled like flowers and sunshine layered over sex. An intoxicating blend of earth and desire designed to drive a wolf to his knees. He was so close to mating her, it was driving him crazy. He’d dreamed of taking his mate for so long he wasn’t going to rush but he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity either. He kissed her throat right where he would mark her as he knotted inside her, claiming her. She moaned in pleasure, responded intensely to his touch, and he liked it. A lot.
He grinned feeling happier than he ever had. Satisfied. Content. If he wolf wasn’t so damn horny and wanted to fuck this woman like crazy he knew the animal would be purring like a kitten just from the taste and scent of their mate.
He wanted to make her his in every way. His hands roamed over her body, stopping here and there to explore and arouse. Even after the many times that he’d loved her these last two days, he knew she still had hang-ups about her body. He felt it in the slight tensing of her muscles when he touched her a certain way. He regretted that he hadn’t found her sooner before she’d built up this armor around her.
He loved her fucking curves and if it took him a lifetime, he’d prove that to her. A wolf wanted a woman who could nurture and protect their young. It was an inherent, primal drive. He, as a man, wanted a woman he could hold without fearing he would hurt her. A woman, lush and plush, ready for his body. Accepting of his size. Unafraid of a man’s strength.
She pushed back against him and his cock responded to the feel of her ass, jerking and throbbing. He knew the time had come when he needed to explain things to her. More specifically he needed to explain mating.
He was afraid next time he thrust his cock inside her that he wouldn’t be able to control his wolf. He’d already made love to her without explaining more about the knotting.
His phone rang again and he groaned. He buried his face in Katie’s neck, waiting for it to go to voice mail. He sighed in relief when it did. “I think its time we took this to the bedroom, don’t you, baby?” He pressed his rock hard cock between the cheeks of her ass. “Unless of course you want me to bend you over this counter and take you from behind.”
She giggled and pressed back against him again. He took that as a yes. Before he could bend her over, the phone rang again.
“Damn it.” He reached around her and grabbed his phone. He knew who it was on the other end before he even looked at the display. “What is it now, Mother?”
Yeah, he had a tone in his voice, so sue him. He also had the boner of all boners in his pants and wanted to fuck his mate. Now!
“Don’t you take that tone with me, Logan McCall.”
Katie was still in his arms and close enough to hear what his mother was saying and giggled. He lifted his lip and snarled at her just a little, which made her giggle again.
“I know I’m bothering you, sweetheart.” He heard a snort from his father and realized his mother had him on speaker phone. No doubt his father knew exactly what his mother had interrupted.
“It’s okay, Mom. What’s wrong?” When he realized what his mother was saying, his happy mood dissipated.
“I’m worried about Hunter.”
Logan’s gut tightened. If his mother was worried about Hunter that meant his younger brother hadn’t shown up yet. And he had landed in Chicago over forty-eight hours ago. He didn’t know how to tell her that without worrying her more. It was suppose to be a surprise, a belated birthday present of sorts since Hunter hadn’t been able to come home then.
“I’ll find him, Mom. Don’t worry.”
“I knew you would, Logan. You’re a good boy.” Logan rolled his eyes at his mother’s compliment. No grown man wanted to be called a good boy by their mother. Katie was looking at him with smiling eyes. Now if she told him he was a good boy, especially after he’d licked her to orgasm—
“Logan, are you listening to me?”
“I am now, Mother,” he answered in a droll voice.
“Good. I won’t worry anymore if I know you’re going to find Hunter.”
“I promise.”
Logan sighed and disconnected the call. He put his chin on Katie’s shoulder, still hugging her to him with his arms around her waist. Her arm curved around his head and she ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in a calming way.
“I’ll make us something to eat, while you find your brother.”
He kissed the back of her neck as he let her go and stepped back. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe when she was away from him. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Taking his phone from the counter, he dialed Hunter’s number. It wasn’t unusual for Hunter not to answer his mother’s phone calls. Hell, he’d done it on many occasions himself. The phone rang and he was just about to give up and call Hunter’s sergeant at arms when he answered.
“Are you okay, bro?”
Katie cracked six eggs into the glass mixing bowl then decided if she wanted anything to eat she better
crack a couple more. She added some milk and salt and pepper. Her wolf had a huge appetite. And not just for food. She smiled thinking about their time together. It had been perfect.
She sat the egg mixture aside, deciding to wait until Logan got off the phone before putting them on to cook. Spying some ripe tomatoes on the window ledge, she sliced some, remembering how good they tasted with eggs when she was younger.
She kept busy, not wanting to eavesdrop on his conversation with his brother. It was difficult to do since he was just a few feet away. She looked at him and he smiled.
“No shit. You’ve found your mate, too, didn’t you?” Now those words caught her attention. For a moment her heart swelled. He’d insinuated they needed to talk yesterday morning. Had he…were they…?
Then reality slammed down on top of her like a two-ton truck as she continued to listen to his side of the conversation. He was telling his brother how it would be if he ever found his mate. Not that he had found his mate. She turned away, tears filling her eyes. By rote, she poured the eggs in the pan and added cheese. She stirred the spatula through them, turning them into a big lump of eggs and milk and cheese and not the fluffy omelet she’d had in mind.
Her chest hurt and she realized it was from holding her breath, trying not to make a sound. To let out a sob.
“Are we ready to eat?” Logan’s hands clasped around her shoulders and before she could calm herself and blink away the tears, he was turning her around. She couldn’t look at him. Not yet. So she buried her face in his shoulder.
“Hey, hey, baby. What’s wrong?”
