by Marie Mason
The soft tone in his voice only made it worse and more tears filled her eyes. She’d known the flip side of spending time with Logan this weekend was the sharp cut of pain that would happen when they parted ways.
“Fuck.” He cursed, realizing immediately how she had taken his conversation with his brother.
Katie stiffened in his arms and tried to pull away. “Let me go, Logan.”
“No.” He picked her up and carried her to his bed. There was only one way this conversation was going to end. With his cock in her pussy and his teeth buried in her neck, her blood coursing down his throat as he mated her once and for all. They’d fucking figure out everything else later.
He threw her down on top of the silk comforter and she immediately tried to move away. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her back into the middle of the bed. “Not so fast. It’s time we had a talk.”
“I don’t think so. I heard everything I needed to when you were talking to your brother.” She sat up and tried to claw her way out of his hold. When she couldn’t, she laid back down with a heavy sigh, as if all the fight had gone out of her.
He lowered himself on top of her, maneuvering their bodies until he was between her legs, his groin pressed hard against hers. He held his upper body off hers so he could see her face.
“You don’t have to break it to me easy, Logan. I’m a big girl as you very well know. The weekend is over. I have no intention of making a fool of myself by expecting anything else but the good time we’ve had.”
“Just what kind of man do you think I am?”
“A playboy.”
“Not that again,” he sighed in frustration. “I’m not—”
“What’s the point of trying to deny it?” she interrupted. “You are one of the most eligible bachelors in Chicago.”
Logan groaned, knowing the magazine article that had appeared a month ago had come back and bitten him in the butt. He cursed Jarod for every getting him into that mess. It was supposed to have been him in the magazine as CEO of McCall Holdings, not Logan. If he’d known it would get between him and his mate there would have been no way in hell he would have done it.
He remembered Hunter’s accusations just now about hunting pussy and cringed. She hadn’t heard that, but she had heard his response. He had been searching. Searching for her. “Maybe I have been a bit of a playboy in the past. But only because I was never satisfied with any woman.” He leaned down until his eyes met hers. “And do you know why, Katie Wilson? Because I hadn’t found you.”
Damn him, Katie thought, her heart ready to melt at his feet. No man should be able to look that sincere when he was mouthing lies to a woman. He was Logan McCall. He had the entire female population of Chicago salivating at the thought of him. “That doesn’t—” She started to argue again then gave a little yelp as his mouth crashed down on hers. It was hard, almost mean in its possession of hers.
“I knot when I come inside you,” he said when he came up for air. He was pleased to see she squirmed at his words, meaning she was remembering the sensation of him hard and wide inside her, stretching her pussy until she screamed in pleasure. “Do you know why? Because a male wolf shifter only knots inside his mate.”
He waited for the words and their meaning to sink in.
Katie didn’t know what to think or how to feel. She had so many emotions and sensations running through her she felt like a circuit board that had been short-circuited. Nothing made sense. Was there something else between them than just the sexual satisfaction of a lost weekend? She had felt a pull, a connection almost from the beginning. She’d attributed it to the situation—being stood up and snowed in.
Dare she hope? Dear she dream? When was the last time she’d believed in the impossible?
Mates?
Where the hell was the instruction manual for something like that?
Mates. She repeated the word again and felt the truth in it. They were mates.
And it scared the living crap out of her. She wasn’t meant to be the love of a man’s life. Especially not a man like Logan McCall. She was too plain, too ordinary, and too damn curvy. Sure, her dream of having a husband and children might come true one day. Somewhere out there was a man who might be willing to settle just to have the same things she wanted. Companionship, children. They’d do the deed and have a child. No fireworks, no toe curling orgasms. And certainly no knotting.
Her pussy throbbed thinking about that hard ring of flesh that stretched her soooo good. And then when he rocked back and forth. Sweet heavens.
How could he possibly want a non-adventurism virgin to share his bed, share his life? He deserved more than what she was.
Her parents had not been the best of examples for happily-ever-after. They’d fight and forget they even had a child for long periods of time, too absorbed in their own lives to care. Since she’d moved out on her own, she knew they rarely thought about her anymore.
She knew that was part of her commitment issue. If her own parents didn’t care what was happening in her very boring life, then why would someone like Logan McCall be interested in the life and times of Katie Wilson? And want to be a part of it.
No man had ever touched her the way Logan had. She wasn’t just talking about the fine way he had of stroking the fire down below, no, he seemed to genuinely care about her. He showed concern for her well-being, had expressed anger when she’d been wronged her and made her believe she was the sexiest thing since crotchless panties were introduced in the first Fredrick’s of Hollywood catalog, the lingerie company before Victoria had ever made an appearance.
She stopped struggling and looked up at him, her brown eyes darker than ever. “I’m not sure what you want from me.”
“I don’t want anything from you, baby. I just want you.”
Katie felt her body go weak and her pussy weep at his words and the dark throb of passion running through his words.
But why? Why did this gorgeous man—no, wolf shifter—want her?
She was nobody’s prize. Oh, she wasn’t butt ugly, nasty or made a man want to bark at her. But she was ordinary. So very, very ordinary. And Logan McCall was extraordinary, even without being a shifter.
“Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, Katie. I know it’s not going to be something I like.”
Katie looked up to see that his eyes had narrowed and his face had hardened. “Women love you.” How else could she put it?
“I love you, Katie. What’s the problem?”
She clenched her hands into tight fists. “What’s the problem? The problem is that any woman who is foolish enough to allow herself to get involved with you would have to carry around a stick just to beat the bitches off of you.”
Logan threw back his head and laughed which did nothing to ease Katie’s agitation. In fact, it made it worse.
The past few days being with Logan had been heaven and hell. Being close to him was too sweet for words. Too hot for explanation.
She’d lost her ability to believe in happily-ever-after long ago. But with Logan that fairy-tale had started to be rewritten. She could see the ending unfolding before her. Not all sunny days and smooth sailing, but days that would be shared and experienced together with a man who truly loved her. Could, in fact, not live a happy life without her.
What was she going to do? The roads were clear, she could easily get in her car and drive away, drive to the city and be swallowed up in its vastness. Disappear. But she’d still have a broken heart.
Or, she could reach out and take a chance on love.
Feelings she’d told herself she’d never feel were bursting inside her, filling her so full she didn’t know which ones to grab. She wanted to taste that sweetest pleasure she knew was waiting for her should she succumb to his whispered words of love.
Her mind might still be listing the reasons why this was not a good idea, why a wolf couldn’t possibly want her forever, but her body had stopped listening. She wanted him. Needed him.
Who cared a damn abo
ut reasons?
“Please don’t walk away from me again. Let me show you that I am your knight in shining armor.”
In the time it took to blink, they were face-to-face, their mouths just inches apart. The slow yielding of her body and the parting of her lips were was all the answer Logan needed. His lips were warm and firm and Katie felt as if she’d come home. He didn’t try to deepen the kiss. She didn’t know if he was savoring the experience or maybe he was afraid she’d get scared again if he came on too strong.
Just as she was on the point of begging him to deepen the kiss, his mouth parted and he touched the tip of his tongue to her lower lip, pressing firmly, urging her to open to him. She was more than willing. He thrust his tongue between her teeth, then pulled back. She knew he was waiting for her to make the next move. She brushed her mouth over his, and he opened to her, welcoming her tongue inside, accepting her kiss as if he needed it too, as if he’d waited forever.
She savored the taste of him. The familiar, dark flavor that was already embedded in her memory, in her soul. She thought she would recognize that taste, that texture and intensity for the rest of her life.
And then they were kissing. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Teased her. Tormented himself. Stroked her tongue with his, fed her desire with his.
He crushed her closer. With a sigh of surrender, she slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her body into his, her breasts swelled and started to ache, just like her pussy. Logan’s arms slipped around her waist and gathered her even more tightly against him, giving her breasts what they’d been screaming for. As her breasts nestled against the hard planes of his chest the aching eased. The relief was instant and over just as quickly. Her sensitized nipples began to tighten even more. She groaned and rubbed herself against him.
“Mate,” he growled. “Tell me you will be my mate, Katie.”
“If—”
“No ifs, Katie. No let’s wait and see what happens. You are the woman I want. You are the woman who was born to be mine. Only mine.” Katie heard the rumble of the wolf, felt the strength of the animal somehow joining with the man as they waited for her answer.
Her brown eyes searched his and forever after he would be grateful that she saw what she needed to see.
“I want so very much to be your mate, Logan. So very much. But more than that, I love you.”
“Oh, baby.” Logan wasn’t surprised to feel the wetness behind his eyelids. This morning he’d feared he’d have to say goodbye to her. Not for forever, but until he could convince her she was his. He and his wolf had spent the day cut apart with pain. Pain that disappeared as soon as she said she loved him.
“I love you, Katie Wilson, and I will be forever grateful that fate gave me you.” He willed her to believe. Believe in him. He gave her the words she needed. But he didn’t just tell her. He showed her, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss that had her heart soaring and her blood pumping in seconds. “You won’t regret this. I will love you for a thousand years and then a thousand more.”
Katie laughed, her tears drying up fast. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you watch that movie. Now you’re getting all cheesy on me.”
He laughed with her and she realized that her life with Logan would be filled with many more moments exactly like this one. Filled with love and laughter and happiness.
Like magnets against steel, their bodies drew together, and Katie was instantly overwhelmed with the robbing of his cock nestled in the vee of her legs right against her hungry pussy. He anchored her wrists above her head with one of his.
“So damn pretty.” When she heard him speak, she realized he had pulled up her t-shirt, baring her breasts, the large hills of pale, plump flesh, his for the taking. Her nipples were already hard and ready. He kneaded her breasts with his free hand as he kneeled over her. His face was dark and fierce, the tender lover of the morning hours gone.
He nipped and licked at her breasts, teasing and torturing her. She arched and move in and out of his touch. Finally, he took her nipple in his mouth, drawing it deep inside. She gasped, feeling the erotic tug through her entire body. It settled at the juncture of her thighs, making her pussy clench in rhythm to his suckling. He stroked her breasts, her ribs, over her belly. Like a hungry man, he feasted on every inch of her luscious flesh. He devoured her, first one nipple than the next. His passionate touch reddened the pale mounds. His inner wolf growled in satisfaction as the marks appeared on her skin.
He released her flesh with a wet pop. “You are my mate and I am going to take you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she almost screamed at him. “God, yes.”
His warm lips savored the soft skin beneath her ear, then kissed the throb of her heart where it pulsed wildly at the base of her throat. He licked the almost alabaster skin before gently nipping it with his half-distended fangs. His wolf was ready to taste the wild sweetness of her blood. One hard muscled thigh parted hers. He moved his hand down her torso, sliding a firm hand over her stomach “Sssh, baby. You’re beautiful.” He chided her involuntary indrawn gasp when he touched her there, placing a gentle nip of reprimand on the soft skin before moving lower.
He cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding through the crisp triangle of curls. Something fierce and desperate and raw erupted between them and Katie realized it was his wolf, riding to the surface on their passion.
Two fingers thrust inside her and she almost jackknifed off the bed. “Oh, baby, you’re so tight.”
“I feel so empty, Logan.” Her body arched against him, silently begging for more.
“I know, baby, I know.” He parted her needy flesh with the head of his cock and slipped inside her. He filled her slowly, sweetly, making them both groan at the sensation of him taking her. He made her shiver, his possession raising goose bumps on her flesh, with each long slide of his cock. He set a slow pace, letting the pressure build gradually, ignoring her groans of want, of her need for him to go faster, to bring her pleasure faster.
He planted his fists on either side of her head as he fucked her. “I’ve waited for you my whole life, Katie. My whole life,” he whispered against her lips. The rough passion of his voice was as thrilling as the hard possession of his body. A great groan escaped him as he bottomed out inside her and shudders racked her body as she found her release, her pussy clenching his throbbing cock. Minutes passed before she stilled. He kissed her gently and she realized he hadn’t found his satisfaction. Sanity finally cut through the thick cloud of passion muddling her mind. “Logan.”
He pulled her toward him but she eluded his grasp. “My turn.”
“Katie, no.” His wolf whined at the delay in their mating and the man wanted to join in. He needed her. He needed her so damn bad. Then he saw her face and knew he’d give her anything she wanted. Always.
She pushed him backward until he was stretched out on his back. She knelt beside him and he didn’t know if he could stand just lying there and not touching her. She smiled, then slowly lowered her head towards his cock. Her hair fell forward forming a veil between them until he gathered the thick mass in his hand and held it back. There was no way in hell he was missing this.
Instead of taking him in her mouth, she kissed his stomach, licking along the curved lines of muscles before moving downward, lingering at his naval as he had hers. Her fingers brushed through the hair that surrounded his hungry cock.
His hand tightened on the back of his head. “Touch me, Katie. Now.”
She smiled at the growl in his voice and he vowed to make her pay for that later. Her hand encircled the base of his cock and he knew what was coming. Even so, he was unprepared for the heat of her mouth as he disappeared inside. He held himself still by sheer force of will. He wanted to thrust up into her mouth, make her take him as deep and as hard as she could.
As if she sensed what he wanted, she took more of him inside her mouth. Then she was teasing him, alternating between bobbing her head up and down and taking him deep in one smooth glide. Every
time she did it, he went a little deeper until he was bumping the back of her throat. He wanted her to take him deeper.
“More.” He ordered. She turned her head slightly and looked at him. He knew exactly what she saw, a wolf on the edge of losing control. Her tongue flicked along the crown of his head as she stared at him. Then it was pressing against his slit and his control flew out the window.
“Take me down your damn throat.” His hips bucked and he felt the head of his cock moving past the opening of her throat. Every time he thrust upwards, he went a little further until he knew she had taken him as far as she could. She’d braced herself against his thighs when he’d started to move but didn’t try to break his hold. He would have let her go in an instant but he was so damn glad she didn’t want to stop.
Again and again she took him, until she was swallowing at the end of every thrust, the muscles in her throat caressing his cockhead. Another thrust and then he was growling, “Katie, baby, I’m about to come.”
She didn’t stop but moved faster, no longer needing his guiding hand to give him what he wanted. His ass cheeks tightened and he felt himself swell. Then he was on the verge of releasing his seed down her throat and he—
“Oh shit.”
He lifted her from him, moving her up his body until her knees were astride him.
“Logan, what’s—”
That’s as far as she got before he was inside her, short bursts of cum coating her insides as he lowered her onto his cock. When he pushed her down hard, she realized what had happened. His knot had started to form. She was like a puppet in his hands as he moved her, trying to stuff himself inside her as he continued to come. His hands moved from the firm grip they had on her hips to cup her ass. His hands spread her thighs apart until he had stretched her pussy wide. With a sharp thrust, they were bound together. She gasped and her eyes met his as his knot fully formed.
“Okay, baby?” he panted. His hips still moved in short thrusts as though he couldn’t help himself. She felt that same incredible need to move. She sat up straight and started to rock back and forth.
