She licked her lips and reached for his shirt with her free hand while stroking him with the other. “I like it out here.”
He ducked his head as she pulled off the shirt. Rain sluiced over him, failing to cool him in the slightest.
She dropped to her knees, humming, and he was lost. Her hands were aggressive and rough as she pulled his jeans down, and he kicked them away along with his boots. Then her mouth was on him.
His eyes rolled back, and he planted one hand on the top of her head to keep from falling on his ass. She licked him from base to tip, humming, like a cat with cream. His legs quivered. Electricity torpedoed down his spine to explode in his balls.
Hunger tortured him, turning him inside out. He twisted her hair in his hand and forced her to stand, even though she gave a sigh of disappointment. He kissed her, tethering her in place, tasting the rain on her mouth.
It was too late for the cabin.
With his mouth locked on hers, he laid her down, covering her with his body, careful to keep his weight on his forearms. Then he shoved inside her with one hard push.
She cried out and arched against him, her thighs slapping his and her body gyrating.
He paused, panting, rain dripping from his hair to her forehead.
Her eyes wide, she slid her wet hands over his shoulders as her body trembled around his. “Logan,” she whispered. The way she said his name. Every time. He kissed her gently, letting her body accept him.
She moved restlessly, rubbing her clit against him.
Watching her expression, his body rioting, he slid out and then back in. She moaned and clutched her nails into his chest, scraping down to his abs.
Marking him.
She leaned up and bit him. Hard. The bite went through his skin, straight to his heart. She lay back, smiling. “It isn’t fair that female Fae don’t have fangs.”
“You have enough weapons,” he said, pulling out and shoving back in.
“I want more.” She licked a spot of his blood off her lip. “This matters, Logan. We do. Waiting is a mistake. I want every minute.” The defiance fled her expression, and pure sweetness remained. “Please.”
His body settled. Fully embedded in her, surrounded by her, he’d give her anything. And she knew it.
He brushed the hair from her face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She blinked rain out of her eyes. “Are you?”
He was. Everything inside him wanted to be whole. So he pulled out and powered back inside her, going deep, going hard. The storm increased in force around them, and branches flew past them. He couldn’t stop. Her moans pushed him on.
Finally, her eyelids flew open and she cried out, arching against him as waves of pleasure pummeled her entire body. They took him, rushing around him, giving him more pleasure than he could’ve ever imagined. With a soft sigh, she relaxed onto the wet grass, her eyes glimmering. Then sharpening. Then widening.
The beast inside him finally broke its chains. He was still hard inside her. “You’re mine, Mercy.”
* * * *
Logan framed her face with his hands and kissed her, going deep, taking everything she had. He was everywhere. In her, around her, over her.
Yet it wasn’t enough. “More,” she whispered, her hands frantic over his shoulders, learning every dip and valley.
“Yes.” He withdrew and easily flipped her over onto her hands and knees.
The rain splattered down her back.
A wicked flash of heat pulsed through her. His hands were rough as he grabbed her hips, pausing for just a breath before hammering inside her. She rocked forward, and he twisted a hand in her hair.
Movement was impossible. He held her trapped, locked in place against his powerful body. So easily, he stole her control. A desperate ache, edged with sharp demand, pounded through her entire body. A need so great she couldn’t define it.
“You’re perfect, Mercy.” His mouth was at her ear, his breath hot. He held her hip and her hair, thrusting deeper, harder each time. She rocked against him, helpless in his hold, taking all of him. Her heart pounded crazily as he slammed into her.
