My limbs turn to mush while Logan licks me clean to the last drop. I slump to the side and try to catch my breath when Logan pushes up from the floor and lifts me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his middle. I lock my hands behind his neck and press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
“Fuck, baby. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, youriding my face and coming all over it,” he says gutturally before he crushes his lips to mine in a fervent kiss. I taste myself on his tongue as he licks at my mouth with overt desperation. His dick is rock hard between us, tenting the front of his sweats, and I whimper when I feel it twitching against my center.
He continues kissing me while he strides to the table. I slide down his front inch by agonizing inch. The moment my bare feet touch the hardwood floor, he twirls me around and bends me over the table.
Logan palms my ass, caresses it, and then slaps my right ass cheek hard. I yelp at the unexpected pain that is followed by a jolt of pleasure, like a bolt of lightning going straight to my clit. He wrestles his sweats off him before he nudges my legs apart and rocks against me, rubbing the crown of his cock into my slit before slamming into me from behind with a sharp hiss.
He bottoms out and stills. “You feel so good, baby. So goddamn tight.” He starts pounding into me over and over in a maddening rhythm, nailing me to the table, a hand fisted in my hair and the other bruising my hip. He is fucking me so hard thatthe table lurches with every thrust beneath me.
“Mierda,”I cry out. The sound comes out all garbled from my face being smooshed against the table. “I’m so close. I’m, I’m gonna—”
“Come, Ava,” Logan commands and slaps my ass cheek again.
Pleasure surges through me, so intense my whole body starts shaking. My sex ripples and spasms around Logan’s cock violently. I bite my tongue hard. I think I even black out for a few seconds. Logan fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Not before long, he reaches his high with a sexy roar. We both fight to catch our breaths as he collapses on top of me on the table.
“Holy fuck,” Logan mumbles in my hair and puts his weight on his forearms, placing a kiss on my shoulder.
“Mmhm,” is the only response I can manage. I think he fucked my brain matter out of me because I can’t seem to form another thought or word at the moment.
Logan picks me up effortlessly from the table and cuts through the room until he enters the bathroom with me in his arms. I love how easy it is for him to carry me around like I weigh nothing. It makes me feel precious and cared for. He sits me on the bathroom counter and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, the other angling my chin as his plush lips slant over mine. He kisses me slowly, reverently before his tongue sneaks out and licks at the seam of my lips. I open up for him, and he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, swirling it against mine, stealing my breath and my goddamn soul. I don’t know how much time passes, but I don’t want him to ever stop.
“I could do this all day,” Logan says. But after a while, he reluctantly steps away to turn on the shower, his hair ruffled by my wandering hands and his pupils blown out to the max.
I laugh huskily. “Me too.”
After he checks the temperature with his fingers, he takes me again in his arms and places me under the hot spray. Logan doesn’t even let me wash my own hair. When we finish our shower, I’m so relaxed I feel boneless. As we step out of the bathroom, the sound of a car approaching in the distance reaches my ears. It’s foreign in the calm that surrounds the cabin.
“Did you hear that?” I ask Logan.
Logan tosses me the clean tee he brought from the bedroom and quickly stabs his legs through his sweats. “Yeah,” he replies, his eyebrows furrowing.
As I finish putting the T-shirt on, someone pounds on the door impatiently. “Are you fucking serious, Logan? You hole up in here on the night of your engagement party and leave me to deal with everything? Everyone’s waiting for you at home, and Momwants to kill you,” Emily’s pissed-out voice travels through the door before she barges into the cabin with a murderous look on her face.
Surely, I didn’t hear her right. The words engagement party ring in my ears over and over again, like terrifying echo chamber.
The room spins with me as I look at Logan, waiting for him to tell me that this is just a joke. I’m only met with a deafening silence. He tenses, and his Adam’s apple bobs hard in his throat as he swallows audibly.
“Logan,” I whisper on a trembling breath. He still doesn’t say anything, but I don’t miss the look of utter guilt passing over his features as his eyes flit to mine with panic.
Something breaks inside of me. I can’t believe I was so stupid…so gullible.
A keening wail leaves me as I shift, still painfully, in less than a second, ripping the T-shirt to pieces, and fly by Emily through the front door and into the night. I run like my life depends on it, and I don’t look back.
26
Logan
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
A weighted silence fills the air after my sister’s sudden appearance. With everything that happened and then the mating bond snapping into place, I got completely lost in Ava, and I totally forgot about the fact that I was supposed to get engaged to Grace today. I haven’t seen Grace since the ball, but my mother convinced me she would be perfect as my chosen mate. I promised I would marry Grace on my twenty-fifth birthday and get engaged to her a month prior to that. My mother has been organizing the engagement party and the wedding for weeks. Even if I felt like I was betraying my fated mate, I went along with it because it was the only solution I had to strengthen the pack. For the children to wake up, I had to domy duty as Alpha.
I’m such a fucking idiot.
I swallow hard when Ava whispers my name. The saliva goes down my throat like a boulder, sinking to the bottom of my stomach. Even though I know I should say something…anything, I can’t utter a single word. I don’t even know how to start explaining this to her. What a fool I’ve been, thinking I had more time. I’m sure she feels like the rug has been pulled from under her.
The moment the words register in Ava’s head is clearly written on her face. I can feel her heart breaking as if her pain is my own. It slashes through me like a serrated blade. “Ava, I can explain. Please hear me out,” I tell her softly, but I don’t think she hears me because, in the next second, a sound so full of sorrow leaves her chest it almost brings me to my knees. Before I can react, she’s already out the front door in her wolf form.
Emily’s eyes widen in shock. “What in the actual fuck? Was that Ava?” she shrieks, but I don’t pay her any attention as I shift and start running after her.
