Cailin raised her chin. “Deal, because I don’t want to hear about the hordes of women you’ve had before.”
Hordes? Ha. He could practically scent her insecurity and felt like an ass for bringing it up. “Like I said, just you and me. Can you handle me? All of me?”
Cailin grinned a grin so full of promise he about came in his pants. “Oh, I think so. But the real question, Logan Anderson, is can you handle all of me?”
He growled, low, the vibrations washing over both of them. “I don’t want a woman who won’t rake her nails down my back and make me bleed. I want you to bruise me while I grip your hips so hard as I’m pounding into you that you’ll bear my mark for days. I want to fuck you hard against a wall then have you pin me right back, sucking my cock and showing me your strength. That’s who I want. And Cailin Jamenson, that’s who you are.”
She groaned and closed her eyes. He reached out and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
“One thing, princess.”
“What?”
“Tonight we can’t mate.”
She pulled back, her eyes wide, pained. “What? I’m good enough for a fuck, but not enough for the long term?” She tried to get up, and he pulled her onto his lap, holding her tight.
“I said tonight, Cailin. I don’t want to think back on our mating day and think of this day.” He wasn’t lying, but it wasn’t the full truth. He could have told her the full of it, but she’d say she was ready when he wasn’t sure either of them was.
She let out a sigh. “I guess I understand that, but it doesn’t make me feel any better.”
He nipped at her ear, then licked the sting. She shuddered in his arms, and he groaned at the friction on his cock.
“I’ll make you feel better,” he promised.
She turned into him. “Oh really?”
“Really?”
Then he kissed her.
Hard.
She opened for him, groaning into his mouth. He grinned then wrapped her hair around his fist, moving her head so he could deepen the kiss. Cailin wiggled and moved so she was fully on his lap, straddling him. He groaned as his cock pressed against her heat. With a moan, she threw her head back, rocking on him, knocking his hand lose.
He moved both hands so they were on her hips, digging into her as he fought for control. His wolf wanted to flip her over so she was on her knees, claw off her pants, and fuck her hard from behind. He wanted to sink his fangs into her shoulder, marking her as his for all to see, the mark so deep it would never fade and they’d both ache for weeks.
Soon, he told his wolf, soon.
He pulled her against him, kissing her again, letting her sweet taste settle on his tongue. He couldn’t wait to lick her all over and make sure his scent sank deep into her pores. There would be no doubt she was his—woman and wolf.
And who he belonged to.
She ground on his cock, and he had to stop her before he came too fast, wanting the pleasure to linger, and for fuck’s sake, he needed to be in her. Keeping his gaze on hers, he pulled her top off and sucked in a breath.
“Fuck, baby, look at those tits. I’m so happy you didn’t wear a bra.”
She blushed all over, her nipples reddening as they tightened. “You like to talk dirty, don’t you?”
He gave her a feral grin then licked her nipple, loving the way she pushed her ample breast into his face.
“You like it when I play with your tits?” She nodded. “Good, because I’m going to bite and lick them until you come. And maybe one time I’ll come on top of them so they’re dripping with my seed, covered and all mine.”
“Jesus, Logan. I’m going to come just with your words.”
He rolled her nipples between her fingers and licked his lips. “Come all you want, princess. I’m going to make you blow more than once tonight.”
Logan reveled in her taste as he sucked her nipples into his mouth one by one. He bit, nibbled, and laved them, wanting them hard and sensitive. While his mouth was on one, he palmed the other, pinching and cupping.
“Damn, I love your tits.”
Cailin chuckled, her eyes closed as she pressed into him. “Please, make me come, Logan.”
“Anything, princess. Anything.” He lifted his hips slightly so her clit hit his cock. She rotated her hips, grinding on him as he bit down hard on her nipple, pinching the other one with enough pressure that he’d leave a small bruise.
A mark they alone would know she wore.
“Logan!” she shouted as she broke apart in his arms. He couldn’t wait to have her come on his tongue, his cock, anything.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous when you come.”
She met his gaze and dug her nails into his shoulders. He was sure he’d bear the mark later, and his wolf howled.
“More,” she growled. “More. Fuck me hard, Logan.”
He grinned and stood up with her in his arms. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips going to his neck. He could feel the tension in her body and knew that came from wanting to mark him.
It hurt like hell that they wouldn’t be doing that tonight, but it wasn’t the right time. She’d kick his ass later, but it was for the best.
As soon as he got to his bedroom he set her on her feet and knelt before her. She grinned down at him and ran a hand through his hair.
“I think I like you at my feet.”
Logan snorted, then pulled off her pants, his nostrils flaring at her scent. “Damn, baby, no underwear either? It’s like you’re already unwrapped and ready for me. And as for me at your feet on my knees? As long as I can taste this sweet pussy, I’m game. You’ll just have to return the favor.”
She sucked in a breath, her hand tightening in his hair. “Done, now eat me.”
“As you wish, princess. Hold on to my shoulders so when your legs go weak you won’t fall.”
“Confident, are you?”
“Baby, I made you come, and I didn’t even touch this sweet cunt. I can’t wait to fuck you hard and have us both coming.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Wench.”
“Brute.”
“Mine.”
Her eyes darkened. “Prove it.” She put her hands on his shoulders, and he licked her clit.
She shuddered and moaned.
Good.
He spread her pussy, wanting to see all of her. Damn, he loved the look of every bit of this woman, and he was well on his way to loving her in truth. He speared her with his tongue then licked around her entrance before sucking and nibbling up to her clit. When she rocked her pussy into his face, he sucked the hood before licking her clit with quick swipes, knowing she was already on the edge.
Logan pulled back and licked his lips, almost coming at her taste. She whimpered, and he fucked her with two fingers, her delicious cunt tightening around him as she rocked.
“Almost there, Cailin.”
She met his eyes, her pupils dilated, her mouth open. “Logan.”
“Come for me, Cailin. Come on my hand. Show me how much you want it.”
Their gazes never broke as he curled his fingers, rubbing over her G-spot, that little bundle of nerves swollen and ready. She came hard, her body bowing, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered as he stood up, holding her close to him.
“Let me taste you first,” she murmured.
He groaned. “I won’t last long that way.”
She raised a brow, that seductive grin all too enticing. “Oh, poor baby. Can’t handle too much? Maybe you should sit down so you don’t go weak-kneed.”
He lifted a lip, growling, before crushing his lips to hers. She pressed herself against him, kissing just as hard back. He nipped her lip then tugged her hair. “Suck me off then, princess.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, make it your idea. Whatever.”
He snorted and just about came at the sight of her on her knees, her wide eyes looking up at him.
“You’ll have to take off your clothes you know,” she teased.
He relinquished control of her hair and stripped quickly, his cock bobbing against his stomach he was so hard. When she took him in hand, her palm sliding up and down his length slowly, teasing, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Sweet goddess.”
“My name is Cailin, but you can call me goddess when you’re coming down my throat.”
Logan chuckled then brushed his knuckle along her cheek, the moment sweet yet so fucking hot. “Anything you want, princess.”
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
His wolf clawed at him, wanting more. “I’m all yours.”
“Good.”
She palmed his length, squeezing. Holy shit. When her tongue dashed out, licking the seam of his cock, he gripped her hair, trying to steady himself. She played with the head, sucking and licking, until she lowered her jaw and swallowed him, as much as she could.
He was too long for her to take him all, but fuck, he loved the way she felt around him. Wet, greedy, and all his.
She pulled back and let go of him with a slurp before sucking him down again. He let her set the pace, forcing his hips to stay still before he pumped into her mouth and spent himself. When his balls tightened he tugged on her hair, pulling her back.
“I wasn’t done yet, Logan.”
He reached down and lifted her into his arms, crushing his mouth to hers. “I want to come in your pussy, Cailin. I don’t want the first time I come inside you to be down your throat. I’ll do that soon.”
She panted against him. “Show me.”
“Turn around and grip the dresser, facing the mirror. I want to see your face while I fuck you, but I want to go from behind. That way I can go as deep as possible.”
She grinned and did as she was told, wiggling her ass. “Let’s see if you can top me.”
He shook his head. “I’ll only top you if you top me back. Push back against my cock, baby, fuck me as hard as I’m going to fuck you.”
“Then do it.”
He gripped her hips and entered her in one thrust. They both stilled, gasps escaping from their mouths but nothing else.
Holy. Fuck.
“You’re so fucking tight, Cailin.”
“Move, Logan. Please. I…I need you to move.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He pulled out then pounded back in. Their gazes met in the mirror, and he grinned, loving the way her eyes darkened, her hair wild around her face. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, and he couldn’t wait to suck on them again.
“I love your cunt, Cailin. I love the feel of it around me. I love the way you squeeze me when I’m in you. I love that you’re going to milk my cock and take every ounce of me. You ready for more?”
“God, I love the way you talk. The way you fuck.”
“Good.”
He thrust into her a few more times, almost ready to go, but he didn’t want to come in this position. Not this time. He pulled out, and they both whimpered.
“I was so close,” she whined.
He turned her so she faced him and kissed her, nibbling on her lips. “I want to face you when I come. Okay?”
Tears filled her eyes, and he kissed her eyelids. “Please, Logan. I want it all.”
He held back a curse, knowing what she wanted and knowing it wasn’t the right time. He led her to the bed and placed her on her back. When he slid into her heat, their eyes on each other, their fingers tangled, he knew he’d lost himself to her.
While before it was hard, fast, and all them in between, this time he thrust into slowly, knowing they both rose at the same time, the crest barely a whisper away.
“Mine,” he said, his voice so low he wasn’t sure she could hear it.
“Yours, Logan. Yours, mine, forever.”
He groaned and came as she did the same around him. His body shook, his heart thudding hard against his chest. This woman…this mate. Goddess, he’d never felt so spent, so…complete.
He stayed deep within her, their bodies sweat-slick, loose, and sated. When he pulled out, he kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips then moved to the bathroom, getting out a warm towel. He made his way back to the bedroom and washed her slowly. Her lids lowered, but her gaze never left his as he cleaned her off, being oh-so-gentle on her delicate pussy.
He tossed the towel away then moved her so she was underneath the covers. He slid in behind her so they lay the way they had the night before. Their fingers tangled, and he inhaled her scent that mixed with his.
“Good night, my Cailin.”
“Good night.” He’d never felt so close to someone, so ready for that next step. While his wolf craved for more, he knew that waiting until after they were both ready for the complete mating was necessary.
That didn’t stop him from wondering if he’d made a mistake forcing her hand.
He just hoped Cailin forgave him for the look he’d put on her face when she thought he wasn’t looking.
She was worth more than a night of passion after a day of pain.
He’d prove that to her.
He hoped.
Chapter Seven
Cailin woke up, once again surrounded by warmth. Her wolf whined and nudged her, wanting more, wanting what should have been theirs in the cool morning. While she should have been snuggling closer, inhaling the dark and heady scent that was all Logan, she couldn’t. Not when her heart was breaking at the lack of the bond.
It hadn’t happened, no matter how hard her wolf had begged and the woman inside had pleaded however silently. Logan had rejected her in the cruelest fashion.
They had given in to one temptation only to deny both of them the ultimate of pleasures and connections.
She never thought that after a night where she’d never felt closer to a person in her life that she could feel so…unwanted.
Though she’d felt so full the night before, Logan inside her, over her, part of her, she hadn’t known she could feel so empty.
She wasn’t supposed to miss something she’d never had to begin with, but, dear goddess, she craved it.
He’d broken her when she thought she’d already been fractured beyond repair.
Yet here she was, lying in his arms, his scent surrounding her as he slept.
Damn him.
Logan’s large hand stroked her belly before moving higher, cupping her breast. She refused to push into his touch, not wanting to lower herself any more than she already had by giving in and sleeping with the man she’d stayed away from for months without mating him.
Logan rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she bit her lip so she couldn’t call out, begging for more.
Ah, it seemed the wolf wasn’t asleep.
Damn him anyway.
“Good morning,” he mumbled against her ear, his sleep-heavy voice, deep and sexy as all get out.
She tried to say something back, but her voice caught in her too-tight throat. She blinked back the traitorous tears, cursing herself for being so weak when she’d tried to be so strong for so long.
He might have said the night before that they were waiting until they were both ready, but she’d seen the lie in his eyes. Oh, there was truth in those words, but that wasn’t all of it. He was holding something back, holding himself back, and she’d been the one to take the brunt of the pain.
She couldn’t even relish the morning after the best sex of her life because he’d make her feel like she was nothing. Who was he to do that?
Who?
“Cailin?”
This time his voice was more awake, and she could detect a hint of worry.
“Did I hurt you last night, princess? Was I too rough?”
Cailin closed her eyes, willing those damn tears away. She had to get out of his bed, out of his home. She needed to get back to her life, regroup, and find a way to heal the pain of all that had been lost and learn to live alone again.
He’d rejected her by being with her but no
t fully.
She couldn’t take any more.
She wouldn’t take any more.
Before she could rethink and change her mind, she wiggled from his hold—not an easy thing to do with the metal-like band of his arm tightening around her waist. She pulled as hard as she could and finally stood by the bed, searching for her clothes.
“Cailin, baby?”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “Don’t call me baby. Or princess. Or anything that means something to you when I clearly don’t.”
Logan’s glowered then got up, towering over her, naked, sweaty, and so alpha her wolf wanted to bow her head in submission.
Fuck that.
“What the fuck, Cailin? You jump from my bed and shout these things that make no sense? What happened?”
“It’s more like what didn’t happen.”
He blinked at her and tried to reach for her. She flinched, moving back.
The hurt on his face was almost her undoing, but she remained strong. She had to. He’d hurt her and damn him for making her feel bad about wanting to breathe again.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Other than the obvious. Tell me.”
She swallowed hard, fighting back tears. She would not cry in front of this man. Not anymore. He didn’t deserve it. She didn’t trust him.
“What’s wrong? You pulled away, Logan. You don’t want me? Fine.” Lie. “But that doesn’t mean you can just fuck me when your wolf gets horny. We only completed half the bond so we can part. Yeah, it’ll hurt like hell, but we’ll live. You should have worn a condom if you didn’t want me. But you’re an asshole, so I’m leaving.”
She knew she was sounding hysterical at this point and not making any sense, but goddess, she just wanted to leave.
She wanted to run into her mom’s arms and have her for comfort.
The shock of knowing that would never happen again slammed into her like a freight train, and she gasped, her eyes filling with tears.
She had to get out of there.
Now.
As soon as she turned, Logan grabbed her arm. “Seriously? Where the hell did this come from, Cailin? We were warm in bed after a fucking amazing night. Why are you running away?”
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