Breathing heavily, he looked down to see his rigid flesh disappearing into his sweet mate. She gripped him like a vise, the plug tantalizing the length of his shaft. At her words, Logan began to surge in and out of her and with a final thrust, he slammed into her, stiffening in release.
As Logan took her one last time, Wynter came with him. The deep shuddering orgasm reached every cell in her body. Shaking with ecstasy, she fell to the floor, bringing him on top of her. He quickly brought them safely onto their sides and removed himself and the toy. She moaned as Logan stood, covering her tingling skin with a blanket.
A warm cloth between her legs silenced her calls for him. Logan tenderly cleaned both Wynter and himself, discarding the towel and the toys into the bag. Cradling his mate into his strong arms, he lifted her. Euphoria rushed over Logan as he trod up the steps to his room. He’d never experienced such contentment. His heart felt as if it would burst; he loved Wynter with all of his being.
Wynter cuddled against Logan, kissing at his chest as he took her upstairs. He smelled of sex and masculinity, and she resolutely immersed herself in his scent. Within minutes, Logan had snuggled them into his feather-soft bed, and she lay wrapped in his arms. Abounding with happiness, Wynter reveled in the drugging sensation. As she drifted off to sleep, the words she’d been holding back slipped from her lips, I love you.
Chapter Twenty-Three
With the room bathed in sunlight, Wynter nuzzled against the pillow. The fog of sleep hung thick in her mind. Reaching blindly for Logan, she stretched a long arm across the bed and found it empty. A groan escaped her lips. Sweeping her arm back to her body, she caught the thin edge of a paper. A note? She squinted as the beams of light accosted her vision. Adjusting to the brightness, she read it: Good Morning Sweetheart, Breakfast is downstairs. Had an appointment I couldn’t miss. Love you, Logan. Love? Oh God…she’d told him she loved him. Maybe he didn’t hear it. Or maybe he did? She wasn’t sure how she imagined telling him she loved him, but she had hoped she wouldn’t fall asleep afterward.
After she’d used the bathroom, she showered and got dressed. Deciding on simplicity, she’d thrown on a sports bra, pink tank top and black yoga pants. She finger combed her wild mane, pulling it into a messy bun. Taking a glance at herself in the mirror, she looked and felt relaxed despite the fact that someone was out to kidnap her. She shoved the negative thoughts away, but reminded herself to ask Logan about getting the lab equipment. Unsure of what had happened to her blood samples, she wanted to test herself as soon as possible.
Giving her wolf senses a tryout, Wynter closed her eyes. From what she could tell, coffee was on but she couldn’t smell anything else. Some wolf she was. Laughing inwardly, she went in search of Logan.
As promised, bagels and croissants sat in a linen-covered tray on the kitchen table. She bit into a crescent-shaped flaky goodness, releasing a sigh. Worth every calorie, she thought. As she looked for the coffee, she caught a glimpse of the granite-covered island, and her cheeks blushed. Never again would she look at that counter the same way or forget the most incredible sensual experience of her life.
Spotting a carafe, she poured herself a large mug. The chicory tasted every bit as good as it smelled. A blur of movement outside caught her attention. She crept over to the window cautiously, unsure of her safety. Upon a closer look, she saw Logan, Dimitri and a child. Logan was pitching to the young boy, who looked as if he was hanging on the Alpha’s every word. Dimitri crouched behind him pounding his glove into a catcher’s mitt.
This was Logan’s appointment? Wynter smiled. She opened the slider, waved at him and then shut the door behind her. Logan winked and then quickly focused back on their game. The patio stones warmed her bare feet but she managed to make it over to a comfortably worn Adirondack chair. Sitting under a large southern oak tree, she admired the trailing sprigs of resurrection fern that carpeted its trunk and sprawling branches. Nearly two hundred feet from the house, the slow moving bayou teemed with wildlife.
A crack of the bat drew her focus. The boy hit a far one that went sailing over Logan’s head. Logan took off in a sprint to get the ball while the hitter ran invisible bases. Dimitri waited at home base ready with a high five. Logan gave the kid a thumbs up in response.
Captivated, Wynter watched the Alpha and his beta instruct the boy. Fluctuating between serious discussion and excitement, the trio played baseball. She watched in both curiosity and admiration. A warmth settled in her chest as she witnessed yet another side of Logan. She’d seen him as a fighter, the first night she’d met him. Later as rescuer. Then at his office, the commanding businessman. She’d seen the Alpha, the leader giving the eulogy. The lover, who was adventurous, dominant and caring. And before she could stop the thought, she pictured him as a father. Father to her own children.
Wynter’s words resounded in Logan’s mind. I love you. Maybe she hadn’t meant to say it…but she had. All he knew was that he loved her too and couldn’t wait for her to shift. Because once she shifted, she’d be able to mark him. Then after they caught the killer, they’d formally mate. It would be fucking torture waiting; his wolf would protest.
He hated leaving her in the morning, wanting nothing more than to sink himself back into her sweetness. But he’d promised René a game of ball. Practice really. Little league was coming up in the spring. Soon all the pups would be over at his house, wanting to play with him. Logan prided himself on his pitching skills, but always made sure he let the boys get a hit off the Alpha. He taught skills and tried to boost their confidence.
Before René came over, he’d talked with Dimitri about helping with Wynter’s shift. Logan wanted Wynter’s first transformation to be peaceful and erotic, not traumatic. Not only could Wynter’s libido go off the charts, he worried that the she-wolves would attempt a challenge. Two months had gone by and he’d already watched them fighting for their place in his life. And there was no denying the fact that Luci had shared his home. He thanked the Goddess he’d never given in and had sex with her. Regardless, she’d aggressively defend what she perceived as hers. Logan told Dimitri how he planned on letting Jake take the pack while they kept pace with Wynter. Slowly they’d merge, when she was ready, not a second before that. He’d keep her safely tucked between them until the time was right. Fiercely protective, he swore no one would harm a hair on her head.
Logan watched as Dimitri approached Wynter. He’d asked him to talk with her before tonight. Even though it wouldn’t be the first time he’d ever shared a woman with Dimitri, he made it clear to him; Wynter was his and his alone. As such, his beta would have to pay close attention to his directions. While his beast possessively insisted on keeping her to himself, he suspected her shift would be rough. They’d let Wynter decide how much or how little sexual relief she needed afterwards. He expected that by the afternoon, her senses would flip into high alert, causing her to become extraordinarily aroused. Hunger. Thirst. Smell. Lust. Her body would prepare for the metamorphosis.
Anticipating a spectacular experience, Logan struggled to contain his excitement. He could not wait to see her as wolf. Keyed up, he needed an outlet. Challenging René to a race, he took off in a sprint across the property.