“Logan!” I whine, but I don’t hesitate to roll to the side and tear off my jeans. My panties go with them, and heat pools between my thighs as I turn to watch his cock slap against his taut belly. “Oh, my God.”
We’ve made out before, and I’ve seen him in boxers at the lake when he was too lazy to grab a swimsuit, but I’ve never seenhim completely naked and it’s alotto take in. All those muscles should have probably prepared me for the size of his cock, but I watch transfixed as he takes it in his hand and gives it a slow, sensuous stroke. “I’ll be gentle,” he says, a hint of unease in his eyes as he watches me gape at him. “We’ll go slow, and I can hold back my knot…”
“Like hell you will,” I snap, quickly clambering back over his hips. The wetness between my thighs reminds me that I was built to takeeverythingan alpha has to offer, and I narrow my eyes at him. “I didn’t wait all these years to get your abridged version, Logan.”
He snorts out a laugh, and I give a smug grin as he resumes that slow, teasing stroking. There’s something so intimate about watching him pleasure himself, and I lean closer, trying to soak up every twitch and shiver. “Come up here, sweetheart,” he finally says, scooping his free hand around my hips. “I need to get you ready for me.”
I want to blow off whatever preparation he has in mind until he settles me on his shoulders, nudging my thighs open so he can lap at my slick flesh. The first pass of his tongue is enough to make my spine quake, and I rock forward to strangle the headboard with shaking hands. “Logan!”
He hums his approval at my shocked wail, his hands gripping my hips so he can angle me towards his waiting mouth. I spare a thought for his neglected cock, but he’s focused on my clit in a way that unravels both my limbs and my good intentions. My only option is to grind down on his face as he laps up my slick and sends an orgasm crashing over me like a molten wave.
But as soon as my head clears, I quickly remember my prize, and I drag myself down his chest to lick at the tip of his flushed cock. Pre-cum spills down his shaft, as delicious as creamed honey, and I chase every drop. His alpha musk is so potent, I can’t resist sucking him deep into my mouth. I’m in the processof trying to bury him in my throat, when a thick finger presses against my walls, teasing my orgasm back to life into long, quivering ripples.
“So wet and warm,” he growls, pushing a second finger inside me and swirling through my slick. “But I gotta make sure my knot won’t hurt this perfect pussy.”
I groan against the delicious pressure, wondering how he can roll me so effortlessly from one orgasm to another when I can barely get off with another guy.
“That’s it, Omega,” he purrs, thrusting in a third finger while I lap helplessly at his cock. “Your slick is dripping through my fingers.”
Outside of a heat, I’m not exactly flush with omega lubricant, but it seems the normal rules don’t apply when I’m in Logan’s hands. “I need you,” I whine, even as I push back and ride his fingers. “I’m ready, Logan.Please, Alpha.”
He makes a teasing sound, like I’ll have to do a lot more begging before he gives me what I want. But when I suck his cockhead as deep as I can take it, he pulls me off with a strangled shout. “Fuck, babe, your gonna bruise your throat like that.”
“Then get busy bruising my pussy!” I snap back, and his eyes go so wide I can’t swallow the giggle tickling my throat.Ouch.Before he can say he told me so, I reverse my position and take his battering ram between my hands. “Now, Logan.”
“Yes, Omega.” The playfulness melts away as he grips his shaft and I rise on my knees. Tension of a different kind hums between us, and I hold his gaze as I slowly sink onto his cock. I’m wet, but he’sbig, and we both groan at the tight fit. “Fuck, that feels so good. But take it slow, sweetheart.” His voice catches as I grip his shoulders and push down another inch. “Beautiful girl,” he hums, his thighs quivering with the urge to thrust. “I’ve died and gone to heaven, LeeLee.”
“More,” I whisper, squeezing my pussy as he bottoms out inside me. He groans as he swells against my walls, and lights flash behind my hooded lids. “Fill me up, Alpha. I want everything you have to give me.”
I’m not just talking about his knot, and I arch my neck in blatant invitation. How many times have I caught Logan staring at my scent gland, his hunger laid bare until he blinks and turns away? This time he looks his fill, his hand circling my throat as he throbs inside me. “You have all of me, Lily. Mind, body, and soul.”
I nod, all instinct and need as I grind down on him. He pushes up just enough to make me gasp, the angle and stretch turning my insides to syrup. “More, Alpha.”
He groans as he starts to rock inside me, his grip tightening on my hips. I widen my thighs as he tunnels deeper, raking my fingers over his chest as I soak up the sounds of our joining. It’s filthy and addicting, heightening my pleasure as he tells me how precious I am, how this is a feeling he’ll never forget, no matter how many times he fucks my perfect pussy. And then his knot is pushing at my entrance. It’s slippery with our fluids, but still so big I have to bear down to force it inside me.
“Careful, sweetheart…”
But I’m beyond making rational decisions, my body humming with pain-tinged ecstasy as Logan’s knot lodges deep inside me. His chest swells as I clamp down on him, the cords of his neck throbbing as he gives a guttural growl. I cry out, so consumed by bliss it brings tears to my eyes. Through the haze, I scramble to hold onto him, pawing at slick skin and taut muscle even though I’m pinned on his knot. There’s not an inch of give between us, but somehow I still feel like I’m falling, and he surges up, wrapping me in his arms. “I’ve got you, Lily.”
“Don’t let go!”
“Never.” He grabs my face and covers my damp cheeks in ferocious kisses. “You’re my first and forever.”
“First andforever!” The last word is a wail, because Logan has tilted my head and is sliding his teeth into my gland. It’s a bite, but it’s also a vow, the possessive claiming of a man who’s lived under my skin for years. Heat blooms in my chest, and I realize that this is what Tristan meant about seeing into his soul. My friend, my neighbor, my first love, and now my mate. Pleasure greater than any orgasm pours through me, those flashing lights now converging in an explosion of sensation.
“I love you, Lily. So damn much.”
The declaration panted against my ear fills me with so much joy, I can barely repeat the words back to him. But somehow, I manage, and as Logan wraps me in his arms, the mating bond burns through my blood like a meteor, before lodging deep in my heart.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – LILY
“Mind if I join you?”
I look up from my perch on the porch steps to find Ellis hovering in the doorway, wearing sleep pants, a faded Stanford tee, and a hopeful smile on his stunning face. I’ve been admiring the view of the lake ever since I snuck out at dawn, but the glory of a Willow Lake morning, I realize, has nothing on its new owner. “It’s your porch.” Watching his face fall makes my stomach hurt and I instantly regret my harsh tone. Trying to make amends, I wave my cup at him. “So is the coffee, which is also pretty great, by the way.”
The small compliment restores his smile, and he settles against the railing, his own cup in hand. “I wish I could take credit, but Ot is the culinary connoisseur in this house.”
“So I heard.” At his raised brows, I add, “When Tristan brought me dinner last night, he said it was flown in from a fancy restaurant in San Francisco.”
