Page 149 of Chaos At Second Sight

I looked to the side to meet his eyes. “Another lycan thing?”

His breathless laugh was almost embarrassed. “Apparently.”

He gave the smallest experimental tug. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the sparks.

“Well…” His ears reddened. “That’s definitely new.”

I couldn’t help laughing. Trust my supernatural mate to discover yet another surprise.

He hid his face in my shoulder with a groan. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’d never.”

The surroundings had quieted, save for our labored breathing, frantic heartbeats, and the sound of our fucking still echoing within the wooden walls.

His thumb rotated my face, and his searching lips found mine for a quick kiss. He was still inside me, the larger base of his cock pulsing, his long fingers idly stroking my side.

No words were exchanged, since we could perfectly feel each other through the bond. Touches and gazes were all we needed.

Until I found myself wrapped in a warm towel as Logan dried me off.

Neither one of us knew how much time had passed before I broke the silence. “We should probably head back…”

“Do you want to?”

“Not really. You?”

Logan let out a sleepy laugh. “Not even a little.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

LOGAN

After our magical afternoon in the treehouse, we had to get back to our boring reality. I had to share her with the rest of her world, something I was struggling with. At least I’m aware of it. That’s good, right?

I’d saved her schedule on my phone, but she was completely MIA for four days in a row—four!

Like some abandoned shelter dog, I counted the hours until I could see her again. Sure, wereball kept me busy, but we had practically won the league already.

The Comets had been disqualified from the championship. After Tiziano’s stunt and the discovery that he, the Comet Ultras’s leader, had been involved with the Matenapper, the committee punished the whole team. This development was my new mood booster. If I ever got bored, I thought of this, and poof! Happy again.

Both Yvaine and I were relieved, for different reasons. Me, because I didn’t want to dismember her pack friends; Yvaine, because she wouldn’t have to watch the bloody game—because yeah, it would’ve been one. And she would’ve sat on my side of the stadium. Not that she’d agreed to it, but I’d have persuaded her.

Thank Goddess today was Saturday! I’d already started to make the most of it, getting me and my mate naked. I’d brought her back to the treehouse to have more privacy—her moans were mine only.

Currently, I was cleaning her thighs, making a heroic effort not to look at her pink pussy and get horny again…which was futile because I always was with her. Basically, I was this weird hybrid between a mutt in heat and a hormonal teenager.

But I couldn’t help myself from pecking her breasts again, wanting to fit them both in my mouth. I’d always liked breasts, but had never experienced this borderline feral urge to devour them.

“Wanna shower?” I flung the used towel into a corner of the room. “I made a bit of a mess of you…” I’d been a little…enthusiastic? I had missed her the past four days, and I couldn’t contain myself now that she was finally here and all mine.

She didn’t seem to mind, though.

“Not yet. I just want to lie here with you.” She stretched both her arms toward me, unconcerned about her nudity. “Cuddles?”

I let out a breathy laugh. “Give me a sec.” I rummaged through a drawer. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She let out a cute yawn. “No.”