The pleasure was already circling too fast and hard, and there was no way I could hold on to an orgasm, not when I’d beendesperate for this for months. The sexy dreams had driven me to the edge of my sanity, but the real Logan... he was sendingme right over.
Grasping the sheets with both hands, my cries grew louder, but I was past caring who might hear us. Logan groaned into meas he plunged his tongue inside. When he pulled away, he licked from my ass to the top of my pussy, and I could hear how wetI was.
My days stalking Logan had already clued me into his discipline; he did nothing by halves. Eating pussy was no exception.He settled between my thighs and explored my body so thoroughly that when pleasure shattered me into my first orgasm, he justdrank in everything I offered, his relentless mouth-fucking sending me over the edge again.
Releasing my hold on the sheets, I threaded my fingers through his hair to hold him, and he finally freed my thighs from hisgrip, allowing me to ride his face. I cried out as once more I exploded.
Dreams and reality collided, and Logan drew out the pleasure until I felt as if I was about to black out. When my limbs collapsedbonelessly onto the bed, the fire of his power released me and he pulled away. As my eyes flew open, I found him standingfully dressed on the side of the bed. Dread mingled with pleasure; he’d never even gotten naked, while I was completely andthoroughly destroyed.
“What—” I had to clear my throat. “What happened?”
“Our power.” His lips were glossy, and I found my gaze locked on his full bottom one. “Your healing demanded extraenergy from us both, and that’s how it manifested. But you’re healed now.”
Ouch, okay. Message received, dickface.
I was the one getting the orgasms, sure, but his attitude pissed me right off, and if it wasn’t for the impressive and obviouserection in his black sweats, I’d have wondered if he was affected by me at all.
My legs shook as I stood, but I forced my limbs to cooperate. Logan reached for another one of his fucking hoodies, and beforeI could tell him toget fuckedhe pulled it over my head. Glaring at him when my face came into view, I tried not to enjoy the soft material and minty scentthat wrapped around me. I lusted for the scent and power of this spellcaster, but I’d die before I let him know that.
“Well,” I said, searching for a distraction in his room. There were three or four guitars against the wall in the corner,which gave me a reprieve from my embarrassment. Was Logan a musician?
“Well...” he pushed, and I remembered I’d started to speak and never finished.
“Thanks for saving me.” And destroying me.
Logan watched me, and I could have sworn our powers were connected still, just from the tension between us. Needing to escape,I grabbed my crystals and slipped the chains over my head. I was almost at the door, the spellcaster still silent and watchful,and I found a question slipping out before I could stop it. “Are you creating these monsters?”
If I’d just signed my death warrant, there was no impending feeling of doom.
His expression shuttered, and grew even colder, if that was possible. Moody fucker.
With a sigh, I twisted the handle of his door and opened it to step outside.
“They’re not from my power.” His deep voice stopped me. “And I’m not sure they’re being created. They’re called here.”
Turning back to him, I tried to read further, but he gave nothing else away. My mind raced with implications of what he’dsaid.Not being created.“I read that there are monsters in one of the planes of existence, but it’s one that necros can’t touch. How are they calledhere? And who would have the power to do that? Dad said it might be a parent feeding dark magic to their child.”
The door opened wider without me touching it, a clear signal for me to get the Hel out of his room. “Your dad isn’t who I’dgo to for magic advice,” he said, a snap of anger in his tone. “Get back to your dorm, Paisley. I’ll keep the monsters awayfor the rest of the night.”
Smoothing my hands over his hoodie, I forced my hurt into a box and slammed the lid shut. Logan’s dismissiveness should notbother me. We were not lovers. Fuck, we weren’t even friends. What had happened in his room was a magical healing, and I’dbroken my dry spell at last.
My body was fully healed and without pain as I raced through the halls to my room. The feeling of being watched stayed withme, but this time it was Logan.
Keeping the monsters away.
When I was safe in my room, I collapsed against the door, sucking in deep breaths. I’d almost died tonight. I’d almost died,and Logan saved me again. He’d also given me the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life, and I was once again in his hoodie.My life was weird.
Despite the healing burst of power from Logan, exhaustion pressed in on me and I stumbled to bed, crashing out with the scentof mint and power surrounding me.
Chapter 28
“You’re in so much trouble,” Belle growled.
It was lunchtime before I dragged myself out of bed. Belle found me in the dining hall, and I spilled everything that happened.
“You promised you wouldn’t go anywhere on your own,” she whisper-yelled at me, “so why the fuck would you think it was okayto get out of bed at midnight to stalk Logan?”
I felt like shit. “I know. I’m so sorry I didn’t let you all know. I was trying to take control of the situation because it’sexhausting constantly living in fear. Jumping at shadows. I need answers.”
