With the ache building again, Wynter wiggled her hips in an effort to reach him. She opened her eyes, drinking in the sight of him. His hair was wild; the look in his eyes wild with desire.
“Logan, please,” she cried.
“I’ll give you everything you need, baby. Every day, every minute, every second.”
Tugging her by her hips, he lifted her bottom until it reached the edge of the counter. Logan lifted her legs up over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around her thighs. He pressed against her entrance, thrusting into her pussy in one smooth stroke. As he penetrated her tight heat, his cock slid back and forth into his mate. Groaning, Logan built a slow rhythm, resisting the urge to pound into her relentlessly.
“More, harder,” Logan heard her cry.
The demand sent his wolf into a wicked state. With a low growl, Logan cupped her bottom with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. As he lifted her into the air, Wynter wrapped her legs around his waist. Logan spun, crashing his back into the refrigerator. He bent his knees so that he could lower his hips and pump up into her, all the while capturing her breast with his lips.
Like a raging animal, Wynter raked her hands into his hair, and licked the side of his neck. Entirely filled with all that was Logan, she abandoned her humanity and let her wolf run free. In truth, this was who she was with Logan. Passionate. Unrestrained. And totally, utterly in love.
“Please, Oh God,” she screamed against his skin. “Take me, Logan.”
“Sofa,” he grunted.
Logan struggled to kick off his pants while managing to stay pressed inside Wynter. Forced to release her rosy peak, he looked ahead, stumbling forth until he reached the large soft couch. Roughly, they fell into the cushions, Logan thrusted between her legs.
As her head hit the pillows, Wynter nipped at Logan’s chest. He was untamed, and she loved it. Logan smothered her body, penetrating deep into her hot core. In response, she scratched her nails down his back nearly drawing blood, encouraging him to go deeper. Licking and sucking, she tasted and smelled and immersed her senses in him like he’d taught her. Her mate, masculine and muscular, drove into her over and over. She raised her pelvis in response, rocking her clitoris against his hips. Each torturous exquisite brush to her tiny nub sent her body singing. As if he was directing the orchestra, he edged her toward the finale. Her heart thumped against her ribs; she struggled to breathe.
“You are wolf, Wyn. Do you hear me? And you’re mine,” Logan told her. “Fuck, you’re fisting me so tight; I’m goin’ to come soon. I feel you baby, come with me.”
“Yes!” Wynter screamed and then bit down hard on his shoulder. The hot explosion of her release caused her to shatter underneath him. From head to toe, rippling ecstasy flowed through her body.
Logan saw stars as her pussy tightened around his throbbing cock. Growling in his need to possess her, he pumped into her fiercely. As her teeth met his skin, he soared over the edge in unknown pleasure, pulsing his seed deep into her womb. All the air rushed from his lungs in a loud grunt as the last wave rolled through him.
“This is crazy.” He laughed into her neck, aware of how wildly they’d just made love. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Wynter giggled, still trying to catch her breath.
“You bit me.” He laughed harder.
“You fucked me on a kitchen counter,” she answered. “I’ll never look at food the same.”
“Nor will I.” Logan pressed up onto his forearms. “Are you okay? I’m crushing you.”
“I’m fine. Please don’t go yet. Just stay like this,” she breathed, nuzzling her face into his chest.
“There’s no place I’d rather be,” he assured her.
Letting his body go limp against hers, reveling, he smiled, realizing that he’d set out to teach her a lesson, but by Goddess, she’d schooled him long and hard in her love. Never again would he be alone.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Wynter felt as if she was floating in heaven. After they’d made love, Logan had arranged a soft bed of lambskin and pillows on the great room’s floor, creating a temporary Eden. Nestled against Logan’s chest, she stared into the dancing flames of the gas lit fire which flickered behind the glass. She shivered, thankful for the heat that radiated onto their skin.
“You cold?” Logan asked, pulling the cashmere blanket over her shoulders.
“Just a little, thanks.”
“You’re a million miles away. What are you thinking about?” he asked softly and brushed a hair out of her eyes.
“You. Me. Us. It’s unbelievable. I mean we barely know each other, really. But this feeling,” she tapped her fingers over his heart. “It’s intense. And romantic. And wild.”
“Regrets?” Logan wondered if she was having second thoughts.
“No way,” she replied decidedly. “It feels like I’ve been asleep my whole life, and now? It’s an awakening of sorts. I’ve never in my life known anyone like you, Logan. Tonight…it was incredible.”
“And I’ve never met anyone like you, either.” Logan pressed his lips to her hair. “I’ve never taught a human to be wolf. Even tonight, Wyn, it won’t be a sliver of what you’ll feel tomorrow.”
“Lying there exposed like that…having my eyes covered helped me to concentrate. The only thing missing was how I will see when I’m a wolf. I’m super-excited about getting badass night vision,” she laughed.
“You’re something, you know that?”
“How so?”
“You’re like this little livewire. The secretary thing…I’m still not over that. And waking up to what you did to me the other morning….those things just don’t happen to guys every day.”
“Not even to Alphas?” she asked coyly.
“Not even to Alphas,” he stated truthfully, “even ones as old as me.”
“How old are you?”
“Old enough.”
“Old enough that you remember the turn of the nineteenth century?” she guessed, knowing both wolves and vampires lived a long time.
“Old enough,” he repeated, smiling at her insistence. Another reason why he was falling in love with her. She was tenacious.
“Come on, you have to tell me. I’m going to be your mate. Let’s see…old enough to remember President Lincoln?”
“You really want to know? I don’t want my young hot mate running for the hills when she finds out,” he joked.
“Yes, I do. I love that you’ve experienced the world. Well, maybe not the women part but I don’t mind, really.”
“Born 1871. President Ulysses S. Grant was in office. So I missed President Lincoln by a few years.”
Wynter silently computed the years in her head. “One hundred and forty-two.”
“You got it.” He gave her a tight hug. “Yeah, things were different then. Simpler but harder. I wouldn’t exactly say, ‘good ole days’. I love the technology we’ve got now.”
“Are your parents still alive?” Wynter drew lazy circles on his stomach.
“Yes ma’am. Papá and Maman took to traveling a few years ago.”
“Are they from New Orleans too?”
“Yes and no. Maman came over from France in the early 1700s. Papá, he arrived as part of the Spanish rule a few years later. Nowadays, they travel around the world but still stop home from time to time. I traveled a lot as a pup too,” he reminisced. “They’re going to love you, sweetheart.”