With a growl, he tugged the shorts off her and settled between her legs. She caught another flash of those glinting, predatory eyes before his head descended. Her body tensed, preparing for a thorough devouring, but all she got was a teasing flicker from his tongue. She bit her lip to keep from wailing at him to lick her faster. Deeper. Remembering his promise to make her beg, she huffed in the back of her throat. Logan chuckled. Goddamn rat bastard.
He hummed against her slit for a millisecond, making her see stars. “Mm, you’re fuckin’ sweet.”
“More than I can say about you.”
“Aw, shug. That any way to talk to a guy while he’s eatin’ you out?”
“Please. You’re barely licking me.”
He lifted away from her, and she almost wept in frustration.
“The first lesson in respectin’ your alpha is to trust that he knows what’s best. For us both, Rissa.” The intensity in Logan’s gaze excited and frightened her. But it wasn’t him that scared her. No, what terrified her was the hidden compartment deep within her soul that read the possessiveness within his stare—and wanted to submit to it.
A tiny seed of panic starting to take root, she struggled against her bonds. Logan’s shadowed features darkened with desire. Something far more dangerous than a self-assured confidence that promised a few hours of mind-numbing pleasure lurked within the depths of his eyes. The responding tug within her heart increased her agitation, and she wrestled harder with the restraints. “Let me out of these.”
“No.”
“I’ll make you, if I have to.”
He shrugged. “Go ahead and whammy me. You’ll still be tied up.”
Panting furiously, she glared at him. He ignored her outrage and lowered his head before blowing a stream of air across her throbbing flesh. Her hips arched, and he caught her around the waist, burying his face in her pussy. He sucked on her clit, the pulsing of his tongue firm and commanding. She cried out at the unexpected intensity of it. Her heart racing, she prayed neither Peach nor Gloria—both occupying the neighboring rooms—had heard her and would decide to come and investigate.
Logan continued his fierce devouring until her thighs were shaking and she was forced to sink her teeth into her bottom lip to keep her loud moans caged. The looming orgasm crept closer, and her toes clenched in the tangled sheet. He backed off, and she gasped in disbelief as the climax slowly dissolved.
“I’m not leavin’ ya hangin’. But there’s a change of plans. I want you comin’ around me.” He stretched over her, his mouth seeking hers as his cock nudged her slit. She could taste herself on him. The notion that her essence somehow marked him as hers flitted through her mind, a concept that thrilled her as much as it alarmed her.
Sex. This was only—
He shifted between her legs, sinking a little deeper inside her. The orgasm she’d thought long gone reemerged with a ferocity that stole her breath. Logan bore down, his hands sliding forward to curl around hers and press against the headboard slats. He gave a shallow pump, dragging out the ripples of exquisite pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.”
She shuddered and gasped, her entire body arching into Logan. A husky growl vibrated against her neck, followed by the distinct imprint of his canines pricking her flesh. His intention pierced her consciousness and she froze, her pulse skittering.
He was about to mark her as his mate. Permanently. His jaw locked into position, the soft whiskers of his goatee brushing her skin. Her paralysis of shock broke. “Logan, n-no.”
Though his body stilled, his teeth didn’t immediately release her. She gathered her magic close, ready to stop him that way, if necessary. Every inch of him was rigid, a tight coil of tension that was seconds away from snapping. His frustration a palpable thing, he reluctantly retracted his incisors and let go of her hands. Pushing up onto his elbows, he stared down at her, his eyes illuminated with a fierce, inner fire. She sensed his wolf close beneath the surface, edgy over having been denied its instinctual urges.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” The strain in Logan’s voice hinted at just how desperately he struggled to control his animalistic side. She wanted to refuse, to make it clear that she would not abide him crossing any further boundaries tonight. Good goddess. A mating. What the hell was he thinking?
His facial muscles tightened until they appeared the consistency of stone. Deep inside her, his cock was no less hard. “Do it, Rissa.”
Her resolve weakened at his smoky words. There it was again. That twisted desire to submit. No matter how much she tried to resist it, this was one battle of the wills she didn’t stand a prayer of winning at the moment. Drawing her legs up, she hooked her ankles on top of his tensed buttocks. A spark of victory glinted in Logan’s eyes. He withdrew, the head of his shaft almost slipping free, before he plunged back inside her in an agonizingly slow glide.
“Why do you fight what you damn well know you want?”
Unable to meet his penetrating gaze, she turned her face away. “I’m not fighting. This is me giving in, isn’t it?”
“Not completely.”
She knew he was referring to the mating attempt, but she refused to rise to the challenge in his voice. “Please, could we just…”
“Just what?”
Though it would sound crude, she had to say it anyway. “Fuck.”
To Logan’s credit, he didn’t even bat an eyelash. Not that she was surprised. After all, she was speaking his language. He rocked his hips, thrusting deeper. “Is that all you think this is? Fucking?”
“Yes.”
He nuzzled her neck. She flinched, expecting him to bite her, but instead he pressed a gentle kiss to her rapid pulse. “We both know this is more than sex.”
“Please don’t say that.”
“Why?”
Because it’ll ruin everything. Wanting something that was impossible always did.
Leaning on one elbow, Logan cupped the side of her face. “Why, Rissa?”
Damn him for pushing her on this. “Don’t make this complicated.”
“What?”
“Us. It’s just sex. Yes, insanely fantastic sex. But that’s all.”
She expected him to be hurt or offended by her words. Possibly even give his domineering wolf free rein again. Any of those outcomes would have been easier to take than the tenderness in his eyes. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek. “I would never leave you. I’m not like her.”
His softly spoken declaration made her stiffen. She didn’t require any elaboration to know he was referring to her mother. Her ragged mental state couldn’t take any more mention of that damn woman today. “This has nothing to do with—” She swallowed, her throat unbearably thick and tight. With great force of will, she somehow managed to bury the tide of chaotic emotions that threatened to crush her. She met Logan’s gaze and read the sadness there.
“You can’t keep it locked away inside you forever.”
Yes, she could. It was easier than facing the painful memories that seemed bound and determined to haunt her. Although she knew she was taking the coward’s way out, she squeezed her legs around Logan and bowed her back, using her body to distract him.
“Rissa—”
“Please, just fuck me.” Her bindings made it impossible to touch him with her hands, so she resorted to grazing her nipples across his chest instead, earning his groan. He lowered his head and kissed her sweetly.
She didn’t want sweet. She wanted hot and consuming. The kind of headboard-banging sex that guaranteed momentary, blissful forgetfulness of all else. She sucked on his tongue, encouraging him without words to take her over the edge, to that place where the only thing that existed was mind-blanking pleasure.
A shudder wracked his big frame, announcing his defeat, and Logan slid one hand to her thigh. Bracing her, he powered into her, his cock stroking deep. He gave her everything he had and then some. The wet slapping of flesh on flesh and his lusty groans filled the room, filled her head, as he took her with a tender savagery. Each thrust of his hips sent her closer and closer to that decadent peak, until finally she broke, the climax fragmenting her into a million pieces.