Kai and Felix only left twenty minutes ago, after I convinced them I would be fine. I need to be alone with my thoughts. I need room to breathe. Dealing with the pack and all their emotions on top of my own all day has taken its toll. Along with the need to stay strong for the pack, meaning I have been holding all my tears in, all my emotions.
I see Logan’s headlights shine through the living room window and feel my tension drain from my body. A moment later, the front door opens, and Logan walks in. The second his eyes meet mine, tears burn my eyes and my nose twitches. I rush to him, jumping into his strong arms. He is my home, my safe space. The tears fall as I bury my face deep into his neck, my legs wrap tightly around his waist. Logan’s palm cradles the back of my head, his other arm wrapped firmly around my waist as he holds me close to him. Slowly, he climbs the stairs and walks to the bedroom.
Logan sits on the end of the bed with me still tightly wound around him. His palm brushes my hair back, his fingers sliding through my hair. The motion is calming and relaxing. I slowly inhale, letting the warmth of his scent wash over me. My stomach clenches as his smell invades all my senses.
I pull back and stare into his clear blue eyes. With both hands, I cup his face and close my eyes as I lean in. My lips brush against his in a gentle kiss. Logan’s hands grip my waist. He tries to keep the kiss light, but I want more. I trace the seam of his lips with my tongue.
“Salena.”
“Logan, I need you, please,” I whisper against his mouth.
We draw back an inch so he can see the emotions in my eyes. His forehead drops to mine and his hands flex on my waist. I lean forward and feel the warmth of his skin as I bite down on his neck. His fingers tighten almost painfully as he grinds me down on his lap. I tip my head back and groan as he does it again, his cock rubbing that sweet spot perfectly.
“We need these clothes gone,” I pant, trying to push his jacket off his shoulders.
Logan stands abruptly and spins, throwing me down on the bed with a soft thud. A squeal of surprise escapes me, and I stare up at him as he undresses. I lay on my back, resting on my elbows. My teeth sinking into my bottom lip as his full muscular body is put on display. My core throbs in need, and I rub my legs together. Logan smirks at the movement and leans over me, undoing the button on my jeans and slowly dragging them down my legs. I pull my top over my head, feeling the fabric brush against the bare skin of my breasts. Logan kneels on the bed, his powerful thighs pressing against my own. His hand wraps around his cock and he begins to stroke himself. I groan as I watch his hand move over his cock casually, his abdomen tensing with the movement. I lick my lips and grip his hips, my nails digging in, trying to urge him closer.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper.
Logan’s eyes flare and he inches up my body, his thighs now over my chest. He presses the tip of his cock against my lips, and I open. He groans as he presses in, hitting the back of my throat. Leaning over me, he thrusts his hips, filling my mouth over and over, my fingers digging into his ass cheeks. His body is a work of art, every muscle defined and on display. His arms, chest, stomach, legs, back—they are all flexing with each movement. I moan around him, and he halts his movements, pulling out.
His weight disappears, but before I can say anything, Logan’s hands wrap around my ankles, flipping me to my stomach and pulling me to the end of the bed. I gasp as a hard, firm slap lands on my ass.
Logan’s hand grips the front of my neck as his palm runs down my back between the crack of my ass and a shiver runs over me.
“Maybe another time, baby,” Logan whispers into the shell of my ear. His gentle caress is like a whisper against my skin, slowly drifting to the spot I desired most. His fingers enter me without pause, driving in and out. I moan, rocking my hips in time with his fingers. I hear Logan's breath near my ear as his hand tightens around my throat. It sends a delicious tremor coursing through me. In an instant, his fingers are gone, and I am flipped onto my back. Logan’s mouth covers my clit and sucks hard, sending a shattering orgasm ripping through me.
I scream into the room, the sound echoing around us as he continues. Before I’ve recovered, or gotten a breath in, his body is over mine and he is driving into me.
“Fuck, Salena.”
Logan’s tongue darts out, stroking my aching nipple. I am no longer able to form words or draw in a breath. And when his lips close over my nipple and suck, I feel those pulls echo all over my body.
“Logan,” I whimper, feeling my next orgasm building.
“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, driving in harder, faster.
His lips drop to mine as we both fall apart, his tongue driving into my mouth, swallowing my cries.
“What do you want?” I ask, realizing I have never asked him before.
Logan moves, so he’s on top of me and rests on his forearms, but the rest of his deliciously hard body is pressed against me. His head dips, and he whispers against my lips, “You.”
Then his mouth takes mine in a slow, torturous kiss. His lips feel like a feather as they trail down my jaw to the hollow of my throat. “This.”
His tongue darts out to taste my skin, and I moan, my finger threading into his hair and tugging. I want his mouth back on mine. Logan lifts his head. I gasp at the possessive gleam in his eye. He’s telling me without words; I am his. It sends a shiver through me as he recaptures my mouth. I’m breathless when he breaks the kiss.
“I need to shower and get to work,”
“Can’t you take the day off?” I ask, my fingers tracing the angel wings on his chest.
“Not until we catch this guy.”
“We never spoke about Ro.”
Logan brushes the hair from my face and pecks my nose. “He was supposed to meet Lola, but she never showed.”
“Could he be lying?” I whisper.
