Page 163 of Chaos At Second Sight

Logan pulled out, breathing ragged, and choked the base of his cock, grimacing at its engorged base, thick and swollen. Male canids had an erectile tissue structure at the base of the penis, the bulbus glandis, and, during mating, this tissue expanded with blood, mechanically locking the male inside the female. A…knot? Could that be a real knot?

I forgot all about it when he shifted and flipped me on my hands and knees to face the mirror.

His big hands palmed my calves, my thighs, my breasts.

“Fuck, Bunny,” he breathed out. “Look at you. So damn flawless. I couldn’t have dreamed of you even if I tried.” My cheeks burned as he caught my gaze in the mirror. “Spread your legs wide. Let me see that perfect pussy.”

My legs fell open and he exhaled, a long sound that blew over my clit.

“Logan…” I gasped.

Glancing down between my legs, I saw his throat working as he licked and drank from me, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

The sight of his desperation was enough. My orgasm crashed into me, my knees swaying, but he held me, working me through it.

Once he was done, Logan bent over me and lifted us.

“Look at you.” He gripped my chin, shifting my gaze to my reflection. Grasping my hips, he shifted and the ridges of his cock rubbed against my clit. “All drenched for me.”

I moaned. “More, Logan!”

“More what?”

My answer was to throw my hips back and burrow him into me in one slippery move. His shocked groan filled my ear, his body trembling as he resisted the urge to finish right then and there. That knot swelled inside me again.

I pressed closer, pulsing around him, never breaking eye contact in the mirror.

Our lips connected in a hungry kiss as he rocked into me harder, the bed creaking faster.

“I was…made…to be…inside…you,” Logan moaned, his words matching the deep thrusts.

Locked together, my body plastered to his, his arms holding me, and his every muscle rock hard, he was desperate for me, like he had never touched me. His need was something beyond craving, beyond anything I’d ever experienced; he needed me to remain sane and I was here for him.

“Little mate,” he groaned, husky and deep. “Come again for me…and then fall asleep in my arms.”

“Yes!” I cried out. That dominant side was almost too much, but perfect regardless.

When the thick base of his cock locked him to me, white heat and blue lightning crashed through my body, and just as he’d asked, I climaxed and fell asleep in his arms.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

LOGAN

The moon ruled the sky with an army of stars. The night was alive with crickets singing, the calls of owls, foxes, and something larger.

This was my favorite hour, as was theirs.

Maybe because I was a predator too, lonely in the darkness from which I had been spawned, destined to wander alone.

My knuckles whitened where they were curled around the edge of the bed.

You aren’t destined to be alone if you have a mate. A voice. The voice of hope.

Wereball had always been a whim, a rebellion against what I really was—a beast made to roam, never satisfied by the company of lesser beings like the werewolves.

Lycans were meant to be alone.

Sure, I had Yvaine, but I could never take her with me. And usually I didn’t want to leave either.