He was strong and powerful. And hers? Somehow it just felt right to think that. Like the growl of a wolf she’d heard in her head last night, the image of one flashed through her mind and she had no doubt she was seeing Logan in his animal form.
He let out a low, primeval sound when she touched his nipples, flicking her blunt fingernails over the tightened bud.
He reached for the waistband of her pajama pants and yanked them, and her truly less than glamorous panties, down and off her body.
She thrust her fingers into the silky cool locks of his dark hair again as his arms wrapped around her, one around her back, the other lower almost encircling her hips as he moved her onto the middle of the bed. Their mouths were still together. He was on his knees, leaning forward, bending her back toward the bed. He stroked her back then moved lower and cupped her rear. She gasped faintly against his kiss. Involuntarily her hips arched forward, pumping her belly against his cock and making them both groan at the movement.
So many things were happening. The sensation of the kiss, their tongues stroking and circling. The way he growled low in his throat. The pressure of his fingers and sureness of his hands. Her breasts were achy, her nipples hard. Her core hot. She could feel the wetness of her pussy slipping from her body. She just wanted to feel.
“Logan.”
“I’ll make it better, baby.” Logan drew back, lifting the warmth of his body from hers and she whimpered. That wasn’t making it better. He kissed his way down her body in slow, searing inches. He stopped to suckle her breasts, drawing her nipples into quivering crowns, making her pant with want. The shallow dimple of her navel riveted his attention next. He circled the shadowed indentation with his tongue before thrusting once inside. Next, she felt the whisper of his breath across her stomach and then her body lit up like a firecracker.
His mouth covered her pussy. He sucked at the swollen lips before moving to the place she needed him most. She felt the tip of his tongue as he flicked it over her aching clit. He bathed her with lapping strokes of his tongue. Nibbled her hungry flesh with his teeth. The touch of his lips was the very essence of intimacy. He drove her to the edge of ecstasy, but refused to allow her to fall over.
“Logan!” This time his name was a scream as he licked her. Up and down, over and over again. The broad, rough surface of his tongue made her shiver in need.
“You taste so good, baby,” he growled against her, the vibrations of his words echoing deep inside her. “Can you come on my tongue, Katie?” he whispered as his tongue worked faster and faster.
She moved her hips in time with his touch, digging her nails into the softness of his comforter, holding her body in place as it threatened to fly away under the pleasure he was giving her. Her pleasure was his pleasure and he was greedy for both of them. Sliding his hands beneath her hips, his palms cupped her bottom for an instant, before gliding down to the back of her legs. His fingers moved against the tender flesh of her thighs and she yielded eagerly as he parted her legs even more, spreading her wider and wider for his touch.
He thrust his tongue into her entrance, fucking her and she exploded. Her breathing turned rapid and her awareness shrunk until all she was aware of was the pleasure he was giving her. “Oh, Logan.” Her body seized and she convulsed as she experienced the first orgasm she’d ever had at a man’s hands.
His tongue lapped up her juices and she felt his growl against her pussy as she heard it in her mind as well. What was that all about? “That’s it, give me all those sweet juices.”
He replaced his tongue with two fingers, the digits moving in and out of her swiftly as he rose above her. “Come for me again, Katie.” His face was a study in passion, his jaw clenched, his breathing rapid. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, then he added a thumb to stroke over her clit and Katie was lost. Her body shook with another release.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby. Come for me like a good girl.” His touch slowed, but didn’t stop as he milked every ounce of pleasure from her body.
She was trembling when he stopped touching her. He brushed the hair back from her face as he lay on top of her. She could feel his cock throbbing against her pussy, heavy with need. “Do you know what it does to me, Katie, knowing you found pleasure in my touch?”
His mouth covered hers before she could answer. She tasted herself on him and the intimacy of the moment almost brought tears to her eyes. She kissed him back, putting all of the feelings and sensations she had just experienced in that kiss.
“Katie?” He drew back, his voice laced with concern as he wiped away a tear. How had he known?
“Oh, sweetness.” He continued to kiss her, gently and almost reverently.
“Better?” He rested his weight on his elbows and he cupped her face in his hands and pulled back enough to trail kisses across her forehead, then her cheeks. He kissed the throbbing pulse in her throat. “I want you so much, baby. I need to be inside you. I need to fill up that tight pussy with my cock and fuck you until you can’t think about anything but how we are together. Is that what you want? Tell me.”
Katie tried to fight her way through the fog of emotions and need that pulsed within her. She realized her legs were still held open by Logan’s hard thighs. His cock lay along her heated slit. She moved her hips, trying to take him inside. To show him.
A gentle tug on her hair brought her attention firmly back to him. His breathing was harsh, his eyes such a dark gold she was almost afraid to look into their depths. “Tell me you want me.”
Her eyes searched his. How could he ever doubt that?
“Yes, Logan, yes. I want you. I want you inside me, right now!” She didn’t know where this assertiveness was coming from, but she liked her lack of inhibitions. Of course, it could be the million sensations he was bombarding her with. It was wont to change a woman.
One of his hands slid between them and she jumped when she felt his fingers on her clit. He stroked the over sensitized bud a few times before moving to her drenched entrance. Her two orgasms had made her sopping wet and she blushed when he touched her. “Oh, Katie, sweet Katie. I love that you want me so much.”
Logan brought his cock up to her entrance. He was hard and throbbing and her warm wetness surrounded the tip as he eased inside. He groaned and struggled not to lose it right then and there. He pushed forward, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. He was a large man and some women had found him intimidating in the past.
“Just relax, baby. You were made for me.” He gave her more of his length and he shuddered as her tight walls gave way to his entry and began to fuck her gently, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take my big cock deep inside you, baby. Let me in. Let me fuck you raw.” His words ratcheted up her desire and he felt a new burst of liquid flow around his dick, making his entry easier and easier. With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her, her pussy surrounding every inch of his hungry cock.
“Open your eyes.” He stopped his movements. They were joined together as one for the very first time and he wanted to savor this moment. Logan moved in and out of the woman he had yearned for, dreamed about, and prayed to find most of his adult life. Her eyes locked with his and he kept the rhythm of his thrusts constant, loving the buildup of sensation. He could feel her grip him, contracting around his cock with every stroke. Logan felt his wolf move and he knew his eyes were turning completely gold. His wolf was rising to the surface and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he wanted to do about it.
Logan realized he should have had the conversation with her about mates and knotting and just a whole damn bunch of things. But he didn’t have time. Something—more than his wolf—was driving him to possess her.
So he said nothing, but continued to stroke inside her, building the flame of desire between them.
“Y-yes... yes. Please…” Katie moaned, her head moving back and forth in the tangle of her beautiful hair.
“That’s it,�
� he urged desperately. “Take me. Take all of me.” His hips moved faster as he drove them both toward satisfaction. With every other stroke the head of his cock bumped against the opening of her womb as he started to lose control. Restraint was reduced to a fragile, fraying thread.
Katie arched up, taking him deeper than he had ever dreamed of going. She was all sweet, yielding heat. Her body accepted him fully, then tightened to the point of torment.
“So… beautiful,” Logan groaned raggedly, keeping up the hard, sharp thrusts of his possession. He felt the tingle at the base of his spine and knew what was going to happen.
“Katie, I need you to—” He gritted his teeth as he felt himself grow. He muttered again as the knot in his cock formed, locking them together. He could no more have held it back then he could have stopped the storm that had led them to this moment in time.
“Logan!” Katie screamed and it was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. It wasn’t pain filled nor did it hold even a hint of fear. It was joy and ecstasy. His seed released, spilling out of him with an explosive force that made him shudder.
Her breath was coming in gasps and he knew she was feeling the bursts of cum he was still shooting inside her, along with the hard knot that was stretching her pussy, pushing against the roughened skin inside. It was that pressure that kept her body convulsing.
“Logan, what’s happening?”
“That’s my knot inside you, baby.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m a wolf shifter, Katie. And I’m closer to my animal side than you might think.” He stared down at her. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yes, oh, God, Logan, I’m coming again.”
He captured her mouth with his, grinding his lips against hers and thrusting his tongue inside hers. He moved his hips, pulling the knot along the sensitive sheath of her pussy.
Again, she wanted to move, but he had to clamp his hand on her hip to keep her still. Slight movements brought waves of pleasure. If she tried to move more, it could hurt her. And hurting Katie was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
As her orgasm waned, he stopped moving. He held her in his arms, touching her anywhere he could. The faster he brought himself down from the high, the sooner he could love her again. He grinned down at her as she simply lay there.
“Oh, Katie, you look so damn beautiful.” And how I love you. He wanted to shout the words to the world and whisper them to her every night from this night forward.
But he couldn’t, not yet.
He still sensed the uneasiness within her, even after what they had just shared. She wanted him alright. She wanted the passion and pleasure he could give her, but she wasn’t ready for the commitment he craved. That he would have from her.
He had never in his life been so close to another person.
Katie floated back down from whatever heavenly plane she had escaped to. What the fuck had just happened? She licked her lips, not at all surprised to taste the flavor of salt on her lip. Her body was bathed in perspiration. That had been the most intense… anything she had ever experienced. Damn, but what had the wolf shifter done to her? Was still doing to her?
His palm smoothed over her shoulders, her arm, over her hip and down her leg, then back up her leg since it was still bent at the knee.
Sweet heavens, he was still inside her, still hard. Still… oh, my God! He had knotted her. She tried to scramble away.
“Sssh, baby. It’s okay, remember, it’s just me.”
What the hell had just happened, she thought again, seconds before his lips closed over hers once again.
In a few moments, she simply didn’t care.
Chapter 17
The next morning found them sitting side by side at the breakfast bar sharing a huge breakfast they had made together. Just like an old married couple on a lazy Sunday morning.
Katie realized she needed to return to her rented cabin, no matter how horrible the conditions were. One more night with Logan and she was afraid she’d never be able to walk away.
“You okay, baby?”
She lifted her head and was grabbed by those eyes that pierced through her heart and straight to her soul. “Last night should never have happened,” she blurted out.
“I agree.”
Her heart plummeted to her toes and her gaze dropped to his feet. Even with a shattering heart, she noticed how damn sexy even that part of his body was. His feet were big—she gulped, thinking the comparison between shoe size and cock size was definitely true in his case. He was so big it had been slightly uncomfortable to take him the first couple of times last night.
She mentally slapped a hand over her mouth when a hysterical giggle rose, threatening to escape. First couple of times. When had she ever imagined she’d use those words thinking about a sexual encounter? Never. That’s when.
But that didn’t make the tears threatening to form disappear. He agreed last night had been a mistake. She should have been shouting in agreement, not being consumed with the hollow sense of disappointment welling up inside her.
“Look at me, Katie.”
She ordered her head to lift. When her eyes met his, she felt a jolt right down to her toes.
“I agree last night shouldn’t have happened.” He paused, his eyes searched hers and she prayed none of her feelings were bleeding through the tight control she’d slammed down over top of them.
“Not yet. Not until I explained some things to you.” One of his hands spread across her lower back until his palm was cupping her ass. “But I had to have you. My wolf was going fucking insane.” He growled the last words at the base of her throat as he leaned closer, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Her head lulled to the side so that he could have easy access to any part of her that he wanted.
“How much do you know about wolf shifters?”
She looked at him shyly. “A heck of a whole lot more today than I did yesterday.” She dropped her gaze below his hips.
“You are a naughty girl, Katie Wilson.”
”Maybe.
Logan laughed, delighted in his mate’s flirtation. He was pretty sure she didn’t know wolves could only knot with their mates. Some parts of the shifter culture weren’t common knowledge. He had a feeling that if she had known that fact, she would have run down the mountain, two feet of snow or not.
He was afraid to tell her that he’d already escalated their relationship far beyond a simple weekend hookup.
“Did you enjoy last night, Katie?”
“Yes.”
“Then I propose we enjoy today and tonight. The plows should be through in the morning and we’ll be able to go back to the city. Stay and play with me, Katie,” he coaxed coming off the bar stool to pull her in his arms. He rocked her against him, letting her feel the burgeoning of his cock. “Stay and let me play with you.”
And everything would go back to normal, she thought, a jolt of pain flashing through her heart. For a moment she thought, why was she staying? Why was she willing to play with fire? But if the snow gods were offering her another day with this wolf then she, by golly, was going to take it. With both hands. Her gaze fell below his waist again. Cause she needed both hands to handle what Logan was packing. A smile lit up her face. “I think that’s a great idea.”
Logan studied Katie’s face to see if she was simply saying what she thought he wanted to hear. He decided she wasn’t, that she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. “Thank you, Katie. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Logan knew she needed a little more wooing before she believed him and not the fucking reputation he’d acquired over the years. Oh, he’d dated a lot of women in the past—he loved the company of women. They were soft and delicate in appearance, bringing out the protective instinct in his wolf. Fulfilling a part of him that was incomplete because he’d had yet to meet his mate. Now he was whole. His wolf was happy. And he was damn horny.
That was another thing. His reputation made it s
ound like he had a new woman in his bed every other night. He’d been very select in the women he’d had sex with. There hadn’t been that many and only when he’d absolutely couldn’t keep the urges of his wolf under control. Well, that didn’t count the time in his early twenties when it had been all about getting pussy. Shifters were sexual beings and his sex drive had been off the charts during that decade. Most unmated wolves were like that.
Katie leaned forward and put her arms around Logan’s neck, pulling his head down to hers. “I certainly hope I’m not disappointed, but I have to tell you, last night is going to be a tough act to follow.”
Logan growled against her lips. “Oh, baby, you ain’t see nothing yet.”
With those words, he picked her up and carried her back upstairs, breakfast forgotten for the next few hours.
Later that morning, they walked through the snow, pressed together like bookends to a book, hip against hip, thigh against thigh, shoulder against shoulder, as if they couldn’t go without touching. Just a trace of snow was still falling. The same large, wet flakes of yesterday that simply floated to the ground.
“It’s so beautiful,” Katie whispered. It was so quiet, the snow acting like a natural insulator. The only sounds to be heard were a few birds calling to each other.
“Yes, it is.”
She turned to look at him, the sound of his voice deep and rumbling. He was looking directly at her when he spoke.
“Thank you.” She smiled at him before dipping her head slightly, hiding the expression on her face. Heaven help her to make it through the weekend without her heart being broken.
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