Page 40 of Logan’s Acadian Wolves

In the shower, she spent the time fantasizing about Logan, the next time they’d have sex, and actually was hoping that he’d push her further. Not that she’d had a lot of sex with other men, but it’d always been strictly vanilla. With Logan, she imagined she’d let him do anything and everything with her….except for sharing him with another woman. The feel of his fingers in her ass thrilled her, and she couldn’t wait to take it further. She laughed silently to herself. She really was changing and damn, if she wasn’t enjoying it.

Logan, still seated, wrapped a hand around her waist, pulled her to him and kissed her hip. It felt so good, so natural to have her in his home.

“You want coffee? Something to eat?” he asked lovingly.

“I can get it, thanks,” she said with a caress to his cheek. She poured herself some coffee and took a beignet out of the bag on the counter. “So what’s up? You guys are awfully quiet all of a sudden.”

The men exchanged a look. How much should they tell her? Dimitri averted his gaze, deferring to his Alpha. Logan decided to tell her about tonight. She had every right to know what was about to go down.

“Devereoux thinks he’s got a location on the lab. We’re goin’ in tonight,” Logan disclosed.

“We’re having a meeting here in a little bit,” Dimitri added.

Wynter, determined not to let it get to her, didn’t miss a beat. “Okay, I’m in. So when is the meeting? Who’s coming?”

Logan coughed. She seriously wasn’t thinking of going back to the lab? “Devereoux. He’ll probably bring a couple of his vamps.”

“I want to go with you…to the lab,” she stated, popping a pastry into her mouth.

“No,” both men said at once.

She nearly choked. After a chew and a swallow, she propped a hand on her hip. “I could get the data, find the blood samples, help transfer any samples. I know what I’m doing. Listen, I’m not crazy about going back in there, but someone with knowledge of viral transports has to go. That is unless you happen to have another virologist available who’s just dying to go into a dangerous situation with a high probability of injury or death.” She raised an eyebrow at them.

Dimitri shook his head no. Logan, on the other hand, considered her argument. This was exactly why he should not be involved with Wynter. They needed her. His heart said ‘no fucking way’, but the objective leader in him told him she was right. He played the scenario through in his mind. They go in guns, teeth and fangs blazing, kick some ass, tear open a vial and end up infecting the neighborhood with some unknown contagion. No, there had to be a way to take her as part of the team and keep her safe.

“Okay, you go,” he decided.

“Um, Logan, maybe we should talk about…” Dimitri started.

“She goes,” Logan reiterated. “Wynter’s right. We’ll put someone on her. She stays in the car until we’ve got an all clear. Then, she’ll come in to evaluate the lab.”

“Okay, she goes then,” he agreed reluctantly. As much as he didn’t want her to go, he knew Logan was right. Who else could they bring who had knowledge about viruses?

“So, it’s settled. Anything else I should know? God, these things are good,” she moaned, closing her eyes. Powdered sugar covered her lips.

For a brief second, Logan considered licking the white powder off her lips, flipping her onto the table and thrusting into her right there. From now on, he was so keeping a supply of beignets in the house. Damn, she was hot. And completely unaware of what she was doing. His little wolf was going to be the death of him.

Logan looked over to Dimitri whose jaw was wide open. Even his beta was not immune to the way she slid her tongue over her pink lips and inserted a finger into her mouth, moaning in ecstasy.

“D?” He snapped his fingers, trying to break him out of her spell.

“Yeah,” Dimitri said as if in a daze.

“D,” Logan said louder with a smile.

“Sorry.” Yeah, not really sorry. He grinned back at Logan. “So, what were we talking about?”

Logan laughed at how ridiculous they both were acting. There was no denying that she was captivating. Sensual without being overtly sexual. Maybe the most humorous part of the whole thing was that she was his mate. As she continued licking and sucking her sugary fingers, oblivious to her effect on the males around her, it occurred to him that if Dimitri noticed, so would others. His wolf would not stand for it one bit. Sure, he might eventually share her with his beta but it’d be on his terms. And it would only happen after he’d claimed her, marked her as his own.

Logan sat solemnly at the head of the table in the conference room. When he’d renovated, he’d ensured that his office had an adjoining meeting room. Unlike the other rooms in his home, this room was uber-sleek, modern and secure. Twelve high-backed leather chairs surrounded the boat-shaped mahogany conference table. Trimmed in a black inlay, the well-oiled wooden surface gave off a sheen. A large flat screen monitor hung on the wall behind the captain’s chair. Overhead, a retractable projector extended from the ceiling.

Glancing over to Wynter, he almost regretted bringing her to the meeting. Concentrating on something other than how he wanted to tear off her clothes and get her back in bed was going to be a challenge. Beautiful as always, she’d pulled her wild hair back into a ponytail, exposing her sun-kissed neck and shoulders. The spaghetti-strapped royal blue sundress hugged her breasts and fell just above her knees. A hint of lip gloss shone on her soft lips; the same magic lips that’d been wrapped around his cock earlier this morning. She looked up to him with a small smile as she played nervously with the pen in her hands.

Logan quickly refocused his attention to Dimitri who ushered their fanged guests into the room. His face hardened as he nodded to Léopold who’d brought Étienne and Xavier with him. Zeke and Jake followed, cautiously eyeing the vampires. After everyone was seated, Dimitri sat next to Wynter so that she was safely nestled between him and Logan.

Wynter heart raced at the sight of the vampires. With his typical arrogance, Léopold gave her a broad smile as if he’d known she’d slept with Logan. Her face heated as he took his time undressing her with his eyes. A glance to Logan, whose eyes were flared in anger, told her the gesture was not unnoticed. When Léopold finally stopped looking at her breasts and caught her gaze, he nodded as if to say, ‘nice rack’. She rolled her eyes in disgust. Léopold may have been gorgeous, but he was trouble, big trouble. After that dance, a cautious smile was all she could manage. Shit, this was going to be a long meeting. Why was she here again? Yeah, that pesky virus business.

After reviewing schematics of a small abandoned factory in the Warehouse District, the group agreed on the side entrance. Wynter had tried to tell them that even though she suspected there were other scientists on the premises, the operation was small. It had to be considering the frequent relocation. Regardless, there had to be at least one room for the guards and maybe one for whoever was running the show. But Wynter couldn’t be sure because she’d never left the lab.