Page 77 of Logan’s Acadian Wolves

“Yes, sweetheart and you’re safe. Nothin’s going to get you out here besides D and me. This place is sealed up tight. We’ve got everything we need to survive the night…food, water, a bed. It’s peaceful.” He kissed her again. “Secluded.”

“Secluded, huh? I like the sound of that,” she replied huskily. She ran her hand over the ridges of his abs and then traced her fingertip around his flat nipple.

Logan reached for her wrist. “You were gorgeous tonight. A red wolf.” He circled the pad of his thumb into her palm. “So wild. And fierce.”

“It felt freeing. It was like my wolf…she knew what to do. Some part of her, she knows already how to act.” Wynter blushed then shook her head. It still seemed unbelievable that she’d shifted. “It’s crazy, right?”

“No, not crazy. That’s what it’s like. And we’re going to be doing a lot of it while we’re here.”

A memory flashed in her mind, her teeth in a wolf’s fur. She looked up at Logan for assurance. “Oh God, is Luci okay? I remember…I bit…”

“She’ll be fine. You listened to me, that’s the important thing,” Logan confirmed.

“I just remember feeling so mad. Did you see how she freakin’ rammed into me?”

“Yeah and I’m thinking the fight kind of needed to happen, but I wasn’t expecting it tonight, that’s for damn sure. But after you growled at me…well, I let the fur fly.”

“Sorry.” Wynter cringed at the thought.

“Don’t be.” Logan shrugged.

“What are you saying?” Wynter pushed up on her elbow so she could better see his face.

“Luci, she wants to be the alpha female. If you hadn’t made her submit, she wouldn’t have stopped coming after me.”

“But she’s not your mate.”

“No, but that wouldn’t stop her. I wouldn’t ever choose her but as you can imagine, it wouldn’t be good for us if every time you weren’t around she tried to touch me. Just imagine me coming home with her scent. How do you think that would make you feel?”

“I’d fucking kill her,” Wynter stated emotionlessly.

“Yeah. You almost did,” Logan replied. “But now, rank’s been established. It’ll all fall in place. And it happened in front of the pack which is good.”

“When did I get so bloodthirsty?” Wynter laid her head back down on his chest. She’d meant the words, ‘I’d fucking kill her.’ Was this who she was now?

“Just stop the train, Dr. Ryan. I know what you’re thinking. And you’re not a monster. You are, however, wolf. You put her in her place and for that, I’m thankful. Now speaking of being hurt; how’s that ear?”

“I’m fine.”

“Let me see.” Logan pulled her up, so that she was facing him. Pushing her hair to the side, he inspected her ear closely and sucked on her lobe. “Good as new.”

As his warm breath caressed her neck, the ache between her legs thrummed with need. When she’d told him she’d felt horny, that didn’t begin to describe what was happening to her. Heat rushed to her face, and she pushed the covers aside, trying to cool her body.

“Logan, I…I…” Embarrassed by her state, she tried to hide her face in her hands.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. I promise by morning, things will be better.” He trailed kisses down her neck.

“Touch me,” she begged.

Logan caressed her breast, pinching a diamond tip. She moaned, wriggling into him.

“Logan, I think there’s something wrong. I’m so…so…” Wynter gasped, pressing her forehead to his chest. She struggled to find the words to describe the sensations afflicting her body. The aching, painful desire was unbearable.

Logan slid his hand around the nape of her neck and brought his lips to hers. Deepening the kiss, he reveled in her taste as their tongues intertwined. They both fought for breath as passion overtook them. His cock thickened in response. Wrapping his hand into her hair, he lost himself in her. He found her sex, and he plunged a finger deep into her tight heat. Straining to hold her, his pecs bulged as she bucked against his tantalizing assault.

Wynter’s whimpers were silenced by his mouth. She fervidly kissed him, biting at his lips and sweeping her tongue with his. The delightful suffering plagued every cell of her body from the inside out. Wynter released an animalistic cry as her claws extended from her fingertips and she quickly withdrew them. As the pressure built inside her, she arched her back like a cat. Logan’s fingers stroked her bundle of nerves, but it wasn’t nearly enough to assuage the tension. The pulse of her orgasm teetered at the brink, eluding her until the pad of his thumb massaged her clit. Screaming Logan’s name, her release shattered. She wished it had been enough, but within seconds, her body reignited.

“Logan, please make love to me. I need more,” she cried, climbing on top of him, savage with arousal.