Logan's Company [Soldiers of Passion 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dace Everan

  Farron looked at him, feeling shocked at first, followed quickly by lust then uncertainty. He furrowed his brow and glared at Logan for ordering him. “You,” he retaliated.

  Logan raised a brow. What sane man would pass up eating pussy?

  “Please, one of you do it!” panted Celeste as she quickened her pace. Logan pulled his fingers from her hot sheath, all seriousness on his face. “You ever take a woman?” he asked straight out. Farron glared at him, his hackles rising. Was Logan challenging his manhood? His lip curled in a snarl and he backed away.

  “Oh God, not now Farron, just be honest with him!” Celeste cried, falling back in frustration as the two men who had so pleasurably had their fingers fucking her knelt face-to-face, ready to pounce on the other.

  Farron glared at her, then back at Logan. “That is none of your business.”

  Logan laughed. “Fuck yeah it is! You two go and make me one of you to keep me as yours and you’re going to keep secrets from me?” He slumped back on his ass and shook his head in disbelief.

  Celeste sat up, glaring at the two men. She shot out a hand and punched Farron on the shoulder. His head whipped around and he glared at her.

  “What was that for?” he asked his voice full of confusion.

  Celeste growled, grabbing up her clothes. “You and Logan got pleasure! I didn’t! If this is how it’s going to be with the two of you, screw you both!” she yelled, shoving her shirt over her head and tugging it down. She stood and stumbled into her pants. “I can’t believe you two would leave one single girl hanging like that!” she ranted, doing up her pants. “There are two of you!” She looked around for her shoes, spotting them grabbing them up and slipping them on. She combed her hand through her hair. “Farron saved himself for me. He has not ever had a woman,” she blurted, first glaring at Logan for daring to stop, then at Farron for not being honest with the man who would be a part of their lives. “And you should not be ashamed of that! It is noble of you to do that.” She stomped her foot, wanting to say more but with the anger rising in her, she knew she would only say mean, unnecessary things to these two lovely men. “You can bring him to my home. My parents will want to know you approve of him.” She turned on her heel, ducked under branches, and in seconds was out of sight.

  Chapter Eight

  Logan released a low whistle. “Wow, full of piss and vinegar isn’t she?” he drawled, keeping his gaze averted from Farron.

  Farron grunted. “I wouldn’t know,” he grumbled, slumping onto the ground. Fuck sake, he had his future bride sprawled out naked in front of him and had no clue of what to do. He knew when in form he’d fuck her and in a frenzy, but the overwhelming loving feeling that had taken over him in human form had thrown him off. He’d wanted to touch every inch of her, wanted to lick every inch of her. He wanted her to moan for him like she had for Logan. “My people believe you should save yourself for your mate. I am the Alpha’s son. I am an Alpha. One from the bloodline of originals! I will claim her and she will be my bitch.” He plucked up a lonely strand of grass that grew in the forest. “Her parents tell me she is pure. I can smell that she is.”

  Logan scrunched up his nose. “I smell a thick heady scent on her.”

  Farron smiled. “That is me you smell. She is a soft leathery scent.”

  Logan nodded. “Mixed with…” He closed his eyes. “Sweet pea.” He hummed, his dick jerking at the memory of her scent. He slumped and released a long breath. He was for sure in a dilemma here. He looked at Farron. The man looked lost. Odd, he was sure when he first came to, this man was all man. But now knowing he’d never been with a woman, he seemed nothing more than a boy. He furrowed his brow. That was judgmental of him. Not his usual thinking. “So what’s the plan?” he asked.

  Farron turned questioning eyes on him. “We go to Celeste’s parents. We let them know I accept you and you join us in our mating ceremony,” he answered simply.

  Logan guffawed and shook his head. “No. What do we do about you and your lack of experience with women? You can’t go to Celeste in this state. You falter and no woman wants a man who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

  Farron narrowed his eyes. “I know how to mate!”

  Logan rolled his eyes. “Do you know how to make her come? Can you make her moan, tremble beneath your hands. Make her tingle with the mere touch of your fingertips?” he asked.

  Farron grunted, looking away. No that was something he couldn’t provide for Celeste. He scooted back and rested his back against the trunk of a tree. “I’ll learn as we grow together,” he declared after a few moments of thought.

  Logan nodded, mimicking Farron’s move and taking up resting against a tree opposite the man. “You had her here. Naked and writhing. All you had to do was make a move.”

  Farron refused to look at Logan. Embarrassment filled him. Logan was right. Celeste had been right there. Naked, ready, and wanting, and he couldn’t provide what she had needed. He looked at Logan. “Then you show me.” He ordered.

  Logan snorted. “Maybe if you had made an attempt to spend time with her, you would already know what she wanted,” he shot back.

  Farron tensed up. “I couldn’t!” he argued.

  Logan sniffed, plucking up debris off the forest floor and tossing it. “You could have.”

  Farron narrowed his eyes on Logan and growled. “I am Alpha! I have other duties to attend to,” he defended himself.

  Logan nodded, a blasé look on his face. “Like right now?”

  Farron growled and before he knew it he had Logan pinned to the ground, his hand snug around Logan’s neck and his body mashed to his. His breathing came out rapidly and all he could smell was this man’s lust. His nose twitched. “She messed up! We are not allowed to go willy-nilly changing whoever the fuck we want.” He loosened his grip on Logan’s neck. “I was called to determine whether you would be kept or killed.” His thumb stroked Logan’s strong jaw. “You will be kept… she has to answer to counsel for her trespasses. I have to determine what her punishment will be.”

  Logan’s gaze clashed with Farron’s. His dick strained against his pants, and shit if he didn’t want to roll the fucker over and pin him down and take his ass right here right now. “What will her punishment be?” he asked, his voice going raspy at the thought of maybe a spanking?

  Farron shook his head. “How is a man supposed to punish the woman that he will spend the rest of his days with? The woman who will give him sons and daughters?”

  Logan grinned. “I have a few ideas.”

  * * * *

  Celeste slammed the door to her room and threw herself to her bed with a huff. How dare they stop! She screamed into her pillow in frustration. Her pussy ached and her heart cried out in hurt and anger and she growled. She didn’t even know half the feelings rearing through her. She tossed the pillow across the room and rolled to her back. She stared at the ceiling inhaling a deep breath, slowly releasing it. Farron would bring him here. Logan. Her Logan. Their Logan. Two sets of blue eyes flitted across her vision and she sighed as her heartbeat returned to normal and her anger and frustration subsided.

  She let her eyes close and her hands wander. She could still feel Logan and Farron’s hands on her. Their hot breath. She licked her lips and hummed at the taste of them on her mouth. She closed her eyes and her fingers deftly undid the button of her pants. Her thumb and finger pulled lightly at her zipper and she dragged her fingertips along the lace lining her panties. She hummed and slid her hand lower Warm wetness welcomed her as her finger slid between her drenched pussy lips. Her hips lifted as she circled her clit.

  Her free hand slid up her rib cage, dragging her shirt up and baring her breast. Her nipple hardened at the cool air. Her nipple tickled her palm and she sighed out, pinching her nipple and quickening her pace on her clit. She pushed down on her pants, feverishly shoving a finger in her pussy. She moaned out as her cunt sucked at her finger. Her head rolled from side to side as she eagerly finger fucked herself. Frustrati
on reared its ugly head as she struggled to come to climax. She switched back to her clit, circling, stoking the burning fire deep in her. She switched it up, stroking from side to side, her hips lifting off the bed, her breath ripping from her. She panted as the burn built. Stars sparked across her vision and she fell to the bed at the loud thudding at her door. A squeak escaped her and she pulled her hand from her pants and pulled her shirt back into place. “Yes!” She squeaked it out, clearing her throat and sitting up. She ran her hands through her hair and inhaled calming breaths.

  “Celeste, Farron is here. He waits in the den for you.”

  Celeste’s heart beat erratically. Her mama! She licked her lips and scooted to the edge of the bed. She shook out her hands to get rid of the tremble and looked at her door. “’Kay, Mama. Just give me a second,” she called, slipping from her bed and rushing to her vanity. She did a quick look over, running her hands through her hair and combing out any knots. She straightened out her shirt, a smirk coming to her lips at the sight of her nipples jutting against the fabric.

  Both Logan and Farron stood when she entered the room. She went to her father first. “Papa,” she greeted. He grunted, scowling at her.

  “Don’t ‘Papa’ me. You should have talked to Farron.”

  Celeste pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “He wants him just as much as I do! Just because I was the first.” Her father tensed up and his broad shoulders squared. Celeste wasn’t one to back down, but her inner bitch turned tail and coward at the look in her father’s eyes.

  “I don’t care! Farron is your mate! You answer to him.”

  Celeste’s lip twitched. Her heartbeat accelerated. Why her? She had looked up to her father all her life. Had gone to him crying and had his big arms make her feel all better. Had asked him for guidance. This part of him she was not used to.

  Logan went to stand, Farron’s hand stopping him. He looked at Farron with questioning eyes. “Sit, Logan. Her father is speaking to her,” he whispered.

  Logan snorted, shrugging off Farron’s hand. “I don’t care.” He cleared his throat and crossed the room, standing next to Celeste. His hand automatically came to rest on her belly and pushed her behind him. “I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t speak to the lady like she was a piece of meat,” he declared, not removing his hand from Celeste. Farron cleared his throat and Logan was surprised to have him so close.

  “Sir, Celeste and I still need to share with Logan the laws of our people.”

  Dolan narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like this new man his daughter had taken and changed. To think he could speak up to him like he did. But to have Farron back the man… his top lip twitched. In his home, no one talked to him or interrupted him. “Take a seat,” he ordered.

  Celeste narrowed her eyes. “You’re the one who is giving me to him! And when you have him in your home you are going to order him about?” she asked.

  Dolan clenched his fist. His oldest daughter. The apple of his eye. He loved her and the pride he had for her was beyond words. She was the only of his daughters who deserved to become Farron’s wife, to help him rule his people, to guide them. She had been the only one to tag along for every meeting. To pay attention and know all the rules of the people. He released a breath. “Celeste.” He took her hands in his and turned compassion-filled eyes on her. “You are my eldest. You are my pride.” He gave her hands a squeeze. “I am upset that you would break our rules. To take your cravings and do what you want is not our way.”

  Celeste opened her mouth to speak. Her father shook his head silencing her.

  “You put Farron in a position he doesn’t need to be in. He asked for you! He only wanted you. Not this other man.”

  Celeste shook her head. “He wants him, Papa!”

  Dolan sighed. He was sure Farron wanted the man. He could feel the ease between the two men. He could feel the unity oozing from the three that took presence in his den. He hadn’t thought his daughter would have two. Hoped she wouldn’t. He glanced at this new man. “You don’t even know who he is,” he argued lightly.

  Chapter Nine

  Logan sat and watched the three as they argued back and forth as soon as Celeste’s father made clear he was upset with her actions and not her. The tension in the room eased and Celeste, Farron, and Dolan got down to business. A meeting of the councils was being arranged for the pre full moon run. He wondered if he would manage to get the fuck out of here and get back to his mission. He supposed they would leave him alone at some point. Already he felt stronger and ready to go. Shit, he felt ready for a good hard run. His gaze darted to the window in the room and his heart cringed at the longing to be out there in the open running. He released a low growl and clenched his hands as a yearning of freedom ripped through him. Celeste’s hand came to rest on his hand and he calmed.

  “We will go outside in a bit,” she whispered, her attention drawn away from Logan as Farron stood and yelled at her father in her defense of her actions.

  Logan grunted. “You need to get over it, man,” he commented, removing his hand from Celeste’s. Not that he wanted to. A new emotion ran rampant through him. Anger. He stood. “You are so stuck on her actions that you’re not seeing a positive to this situation. Your daughter is obviously a strong woman to take down a six foot trained man.”

  Dolan narrowed his eyes. “Was she human when she threw herself on you and ripped half your neck off?” he questioned.

  Logan grinned. Weird that he found that funny. “No, she was big, scary assed beast creeping in the caves and snuck up on me.”

  Dolan nodded. “Our people don’t do that if you were listening. We tell our mates what our intentions are. We share with them and prepare them for the life that they are entering into.”

  Logan nodded. “That’s understandable. But you have not let it go and keep on bringing it up. How about we all forget this happened? You people let me go and we go our own ways.”

  Dolan laughed, stepping toward Logan. “You think we can just let you go? Changed you and give you the gifts of our people to go out into the world and reveal our people to the humans?”

  Logan scoffed. “Dude, you have no idea of the shit that’s out there.”

  Celeste and Farron both shot Logan a look of cool it.

  Dolan raised a brow. “I don’t know of what is out there?” he asked in a soft mocking tone.

  Logan looked the man in the eye. He was sure Dolan had seen lots of the world but he looked to be a man who stayed close to home. Mind you, he had three beings in his neck of the woods that were either extraterrestrials or comingles with other species? He’d not yet clarified that one.

  Dolan looked at Farron and Celeste. “Celeste. Did you know this man is ex-military? That, for an odd reason, he up and resigned his post months ago out of the blue?”

  Celeste shook her head. Military? That meant he knew things, she wasn’t stupid. The government had snooped around their neck of the woods many times over the years. Looking, searching. She’d even had members of her community disappear to never be seen again.

  “That he has been in our area for weeks hanging with those three guides?”

  Celeste scrunched up her nose. They all knew there was a difference in those three. That they smelled different. Why was he here? What was he looking for? Did he befriend those guides to hunt her people down and—oh God. Guilt filled her. What had she done? She looked at Logan. There was no way he was here hunting for her people! She wouldn’t let herself think it for even a second. She couldn’t believe her wolf bitch would lust after someone who would bring harm to her people. She looked to Farron for answers. For help. Something. He said he felt the pull to Logan, too. That he had scented Logan the same time she had. “Farron?” she whispered his name.

  Farron pulled her to them, huddling her between himself and Logan. “Dolan. Logan is not here to bring harm to our people. He—” Farron paused and looked at Logan. This man was virtually a stranger but he had felt the pull, had felt complete when he
Celeste and Logan were all together. “When Celeste and I fill him in on our traditions and way of life, he will understand how important it is for him to stay with us. Not to reveal our ways or identities to the humans.”

  Logan scoffed. “You’re a little late on that one, Farron. People already know you exist. Not everyone, but there are people out there hunting you down, looking for ways to duplicate what you are. What your species has to offer.” Logan stopped himself. What the hell was he doing! Revealing so much in so little time to strangers. Confusion filled him. Fuck, he needed to get out of here and soon. The more time he spent with these two the more he wanted to share.

  Dolan cocked his head. “Who?” he demanded.

  Logan shook his head. “I am military. I have an oath to stay silent,” he replied, crossing his arms over his thick chest. Celeste’s hand came to rest on his large bicep and it warmed his heart.

  “Papa. Let us have time with him. Let us share with him.”

  Dolan grunted. “Has he transformed at all?” he asked, looking the three over with an experienced gaze.

  Celeste scoffed. “He is a newborn, Papa! How do you expect him to change? Besides, if he did he would probably hop on the first bitch he came across.” She said that last sentence in a scathing tone.

  Logan rolled his eyes. What soap opera had he wandered into? “For one, woman. There is only one bitch that makes this man hard and I do believe that is you,” he retorted. He squared his shoulders and faced Dolan. “I don’t have time for this shit. I have a life in the supposed outside world among the humans and need to get the hell out of here.”

  Dolan shook his head. “You will be staying here. Or going with Farron. We meet tonight with the council and your demise will be decided then.”