Logan's Acadian Wolves

Chapter Eighteen

For days, the Directeur had grown dismayed and impatient; it had proved more difficult to kidnap her than he’d originally planned. But all the negativity was now erased by a single blast, replaced by self-gratification. He puffed his chest, exceedingly proud of his plan. It had gone off brilliantly. The Alpha had been delightfully put in his place, unable to protect his scientifique. Like a fool, he’d left her alone with a guard dog. Not entirely alone, as he’d hoped. But this small display of his power would show them how weak and pathetic they all were. The arrogant ancient one would never find out it was he who led him down this path of destruction. He loved watching the vampire squirm, dreaming of the day he’d stake him into ashes.

He silently rejoiced as the Alpha was forced to relinquish his mate. As he predicted, the Alpha would save the burned wolf. The dogs would always choose their pack over her. He restrained himself from laughing at the irony. The mongrels would never accept her, because she’d never truly be wolf.

The ungrateful little bitch would learn soon that it was his hand that had granted her the supernatural gift. The Directeur closed his eyes, reveling in his genius. His great experiment had been spectacularly successful. The full moon would rise soon. And his creation, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, would transform. The final test. Ideally he’d have her within her cage in time to witness her shift. They’d celebrate together, making love well into the night. She’d be eternally grateful, begging to live out her life as both his lover and colleague. With their extraordinary minds at work, they’d perfect the viruses in no time at all. His fangs descended, aroused by his musings. As he walked away, he smiled. Very soon, his scientifique would be in his arms, thanking him for his loving gift.

“You can put me down. Really, I swear I’m fine,” Wynter insisted. Logan had carried her from the car all the way into his bedroom. She looked down at her arms, which had been scratched by the airbag. “It’s amazing. I’m healing already.”

“Indulge me.” Logan entered the bathroom and sat her on a settee, one he had argued with the decorator to be unnecessary at the time. “See, we’re already here and now we’re going to take a nice hot bath. Then it’s time for bed.”

The walls and floor of the enormous bathroom were inlaid with black Spanish marble. It housed a blocked glass shower, modern bamboo vanity with double sinks and separate area for the toilet. An oversized, square-shaped Jacuzzi edged the rear wall of the room. Logan had thought, like the settee, that it had been an unneeded extravagance. Yet the tub he’d finally agreed upon was modern and masculine. Reaching over, he turned the spigot on and returned his attention to Wynter.

“Let’s get you undressed first,” he suggested, helping pull her shirt off over her head.

“You don’t have to tell me twice. I feel so dirty from all the smoke,” she told him and started to take off her clothes.

She unsnapped her bra, unzipped her pants and let Logan pull off her jeans and panties in one swift tug. She smiled, realizing that even though Logan had set her down, he’d never once lost physical contact with her.

“Okay, you first. Here we go. Is it too hot?” Logan lifted Wynter up and eased her into the steaming water.

“Feels so good,” she breathed. Whatever soreness remained from the accident seemed to melt away.

Logan undressed quickly, taking time to throw their clothes into a laundry chute. Seeing that the tub was nearly filled, he turned off the spigot.

Wynter’s eyes roamed over his incredibly well-toned body as he readied to join her. When he turned, she smiled, admiring his broad shoulders that tapered into the smooth muscles of his back and buttocks. His bronzed skin accentuated his exquisite musculature. Logan spun around to face her, and the vision of his washboard abs and hardened chest nearly took her breath away. Like the lithe and powerful animal he was, he advanced toward her. Spellbound, Wynter’s eyes fell to his semi-erect cock and then back up to his eyes. Logan shot her a sexy smile, and she knew she’d been thoroughly caught ogling. But she didn’t care. This was her man, her Alpha. All hers.

Logan loved that his little wolf enjoyed watching him, but he fought his own arousal. She’d just been in an accident, and he planned on pampering and caring for her, not jumping her bones. But he could tell she had other things on her mind besides bathing. And the way she looked, so beautifully naked and wet, it would be damn difficult to resist her.

He hissed as he stepped into the bath, and slid behind Wynter so that he could feel her in his arms. Spooned perfectly in place, he moved his hips slightly so that the length of him fit nicely against the cleft of her bottom. Logan couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and he wondered if the urge would ease once they fully mated. When the car had exploded, he thought he’d die himself. It was then he realized the full extent of his feelings for his mate and the implications of losing her.

Without speaking, he softly rubbed her shoulders. Logan couldn’t resist lifting her hair, revealing his beautiful mark. He knew he needed to talk to her about it and hoped she wouldn’t be mad. Reaching for the small bottle of shampoo, he began washing her hair. He smiled when she released a small moan as he started to massage her scalp. Logan couldn’t remember ever doing this for a woman, and it excited him to know that she appreciated the small gesture, an intimate yet simple task. He lovingly caressed her springy curls and rinsed them in turn.

“Logan,” Wynter eventually spoke. “Thanks for getting me out of there tonight.”

“You don’t have to thank me. The minute we walked in there, we all knew something was off. I should have just left.”

“Did you find anything?” she asked.

Corpses. Logan opted to tell her about the computer instead. “The place was empty except for a laptop. Dimitri grabbed it. It’s probably wiped. But if they left anything at all, D will find the crumbs. Let’s hope they got sloppy.”

“Really, nothing else?”

“No, I’m afraid it was all just a ploy to get to you…to us. Devereoux’s a pain in my ass, but he’s right, they’re trying to play with us. Intimidate.”

Wynter didn’t respond, thinking of how easily they’d gotten to her.

“Hey, let’s not talk about this anymore tonight. We’ve got other things to talk about. Lots of things, actually,” he disclosed. My mark. The fact that you’re my mate.

“Okay.”

Logan took the bar of soap and lathered his hands. “We should probably talk about tomorrow.” He blew out a breath. “We’ve got Dana’s funeral. It’s here in the city. At twilight.”

“Don’t wolves usually have some kind of special thing they do? I mean when my parents died, I remember going to Jax’s country house. Mom and Dad weren’t wolves, but Jax, well, he did it his way,” she explained. “Buried them on his property. They’ve got headstones but he told me that wolves don’t.”

“Well, yeah, that’s true. We usually bury the body on our land. ‘From the earth we came and back into the earth we go’ and all that stuff. We use scent and then later, memory, to know where someone’s been buried,” Logan described. “But Dana, she’s a hybrid. She was pretty much raised by her human mother. Her father died in a challenge when she was younger.”

“What happens during a challenge?” Wynter asked.

“Anyone can challenge an Alpha if they want to lead the pack. Honestly, though, it doesn’t happen very often.” Except when you become Alpha like I did. “You fight…as wolf.”

“Do challenges always end in death?”

Logan paused, wondering how much he should tell her. Marcel had killed Dana’s father during a particularly nasty battle for power. Everyone in the pack knew and accepted the fact without bitterness. It was pack law. He himself had threatened to kill the next wolf who challenged him, to quell dissension.

“Not usually but occasionally it happens. Not all with wolves is dark, nor is it light,” he asserted. “The bottom line is that too many challenges to the Alpha disrupt the flow of nature. When it’s going on, there’s no peace. It’s not good for anyone in the pack.”

“Yeah, I can see how if people are always peckin’ at the Alpha, they wouldn’t ever feel like they could rest. I mean, how is the Alpha supposed to be leading if he’s always in a sparring match?”

“So like I was sayin’, Dana’s mother raised her. And her family’s plot is in St. Lafayette cemetery. She’ll be interred there.”

“But why at sundown? Don’t the cemeteries close at night?”

“Yes and that’s exactly why we prefer it at night. She may have human family, but she’s got us too. Wolves may want to shift. We don’t need spectators or tourists. No, this’ll be private. It may not be what I would want for myself, but the least we can do is support Dana’s wishes. Generations of her kin have been put in that plot.”

“I’ll come with you if you want,” Wynter offered quietly.

“Of course you will, sweetheart. I’m not leavin’ you alone for a second,” Logan told her with a kiss to her shoulder. “After we leave the funeral, we’re taking off. Goin’ bayou. It’ll make it harder for this psycho to find you. Plus the full moon is in two nights.”

“It is?”

“Yes, it is. But you know that, don’t you?” he chuckled.

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean I want it to come. I mean, who knows what’s going to happen to me? Could be anything. Or nothing.”

“Or something in between. Either way, I’ll be there for you, Wyn. No matter what, you can count on me,” he said with conviction. “You can trust me.”

“Logan,” Wynter paused. The thought of shifting was terrifying. “I’m scared. I know I can’t control what’s happened. But I do…I trust you.’”

Logan’s heart warmed at her words. She really did trust him and not just with the shift either. Yet he still hadn’t told her that he’d gone and marked her. That wasn’t the kind of man he was. To go any longer withholding the truth would not only be disingenuous but could forever fracture their relationship.

“Listen, Wynter, I’ve got to tell you something…something I should have told you earlier,” Logan began.

“Hmm…yes.’ Wynter reached out, seeking Logan’s wrist. Once found, she wrapped her hands onto his forearms, and brought them around her waist.

“Today, in the conference room.” How the hell was he supposed to tell her he’d lost control?

“Ooh, is this dirty story time? Because that one is my favorite,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood. All the talk about the funeral and death weighed heavily on her mind. “Once upon a time there was a wolf and his secretary. I love this one.”

Logan laughed. “Well yes, something like that.” He cleared his throat and dramatically continued. “Once upon a time, there was a smart and sexy princess who was very brave. This princess, she’d been captured by terrible monsters; monsters who wanted to keep her in their tower. But the princess outwitted the monsters and escaped. The monsters were angry and roamed the kingdom looking for her. But a prince found the princess and rescued her. And he slayed the monsters.”

“Ah, sounds like a very interesting premise. Seems as though I may have heard this one before,” she teased.

“You see when the prince rescued the princess, he thought she was the most beautiful and courageous girl he’d ever met. The prince, he was quite taken with the princess. But it was complicated because there were many others who wanted her.” Logan wasn’t sure where he was really going with this story but thought he might as well keep at it.

“One day, the princess and the prince decided to make love…in a conference room,” he laughed. How corny could he get?

Wynter also chuckled. “Here comes the dirty part.”

“Don’t laugh. The princess had been a naughty girl, and in the prince’s defense, he can’t stop thinking about her. He cares about her very much.”

“Does he now?”

“Yes, you see, even though they like making love,” Logan cringed at how he was going about telling her. Almost there. “The princess, she’s in his heart. He’s been alone a very long time. The princess, she makes him feel alive. He wants her, like no other woman. She is his. He just knows.”

Wynter’s breath caught. She knew full well she was the princess. And he was the prince…the prince who wanted no other. What was he trying to say? She prayed he wasn’t going to break her fragile heart.

“So what did he do?” she asked innocently.

“Wyn, I’ve got something to tell you.” Logan spun Wynter around until she straddled him. Face to face, he’d tell her what he’d done. “I know this seems a little fast, but my instinct never fails me. We’ve only been together a few days, but when you’re a wolf…sometimes your wolf, it knows things.” Goddess, he was fucking this up.

Wynter searched his anguished eyes. What was he trying to say?

“Earlier today…in the conference room. You need to understand, the urge was so strong. I should have talked to you but it just happened.”

“What happened?” Wynter asked in surprise.

“When we made love today…it was amazing. I’d been fighting it, but I just couldn’t any longer. I know I should be sorry but I’m not. I care about you…a lot. I want you to stay here with me,” he told her.

“What, Logan, what did you do?” she whispered, taking his face into her hands. As she leaned into him, her breasts brushed his chest. Her lips were mere inches from his.

Logan held her eyes, distracted by the caress of her soft nipples against his chest. Concentrate. This is how you got into trouble in the first place.

“Logan,” she repeated, her eyes growing concerned.

“I marked you, Wyn. Goddess help me, I did. I know we should have talked about it, but it just kind of happened. You and I… today… it was so intense, so fucking perfect. And before I knew it, my fangs were at your shoulder.”

“So am I really your girlfriend?” she asked. A coy smile broke across her face. A small part of Wynter wished Logan had shared this information prior to biting her, but a bigger part, her heart and wolf, rejoiced.

“Yes you are. But Wyn, it’s more than that. You do understand, right?” She thought this was funny? Jesus almighty, he’d been full of angst over telling her and she was joking?

“I know it’s important to wolves. But you know I’m not all wolf, at least not yet.” She stole a quick kiss, catching him off guard. “Guess that means you’re my boyfriend.”

“Yes I am,” Logan agreed, pulling her toward him. “And so much more.”

“My Alpha.”

“Yes, that too. But, sweetheart, there’s no one but you for me. And me for you,” he tried to explain.

“You know, when we made love, I felt it. The princess, she loved that kinky wolf thing.” She gave him a sexy smile and winked. “So tell me, prince, does this mean that I get to bite you back?”

The thought of her teeth at his neck caused his cock to jerk to attention. The wolf within paced, craving her mark. He howled at Logan, wanting to declare that he was her mate. But Logan reined in his wolf. Wynter had accepted that he’d marked her, but he could tell from their conversation that she didn’t understand all the implications. How could he expect her to really know, given that she’d been human? Perhaps it would be better to just let her adjust to the idea that she was his girlfriend. After all, they’d just met. She hadn’t even shifted yet, nor had she met his pack. There were many factors that could affect a successful mating, and he knew it.

“There’s nothin’ I’d like more, sweetheart, but you’re going to have to wait until after you shift.”

She frowned.

“Hey, I didn’t make the rules. I just follow ’em.”

“How about we start making some rules of our own?” She pressed her lips to the side of his neck directly underneath his earlobe and speared her fingers through his hair. Sprinkling kisses downward, she began to writhe her hips over his. “Now that I know you like conference tables, tell me, what do you think of bathtubs?”

“Bathtubs?” Logan grinned. “Bathtubs are great. But are you sure you feel well enough? How’s your head?”

“I’m feeling so much pain. It’s terrible,” she purred, rubbing her breasts up and down against his chest. “But I’m afraid rest isn’t the medicine I need.”

“Ah, I see. Perhaps we need to play doctor. Sounds like you need one…hell, I think I need one. You’re clearly not the only one suffering.” If he didn’t get inside her soon, he thought he’d explode.

“We can’t have that, now, can we?” she teased, biting at his lower lip. God, he tasted good. His hard slippery body was all hers and she intended to explore every square inch of him.

The last string of Logan’s restraint snapped as her teeth pulled at his mouth.

“Hold onto me. Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded as he hoisted them out of the tepid water. Capturing her lips, he kissed her passionately, sweeping his tongue against hers. Within seconds, Logan was out of the tub. He pressed Wynter’s back flush to the wall, clutching her by her bottom. She moaned in appreciation; the roughness sent a lightning bolt of desire to her pussy.

“Fuck yes,” she cried as he moved his lips from her mouth to the crook of her neck, peppering her with kisses.

“I can’t control myself around you. Bedroom,” Logan grunted.

He wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself at that point. He’d almost taken her against the wall. A shred of sanity reminded him that she’d been hurt earlier no matter her protest that she was fine. The wall could wait for another day. Without watching where he was going with her, he clumsily made his way over to the bed. They fell into it together with Wynter’s legs wrapped around his waist.

Logan rolled Wynter onto her back, straddling her hips. Kissing her neck, he began to slowly move downward until his face rested in the valley between her breasts. He sighed in amazement; he’d never get used to how beautiful she was. He cupped each breast, bringing them together so he could easily move from one nipple to the next. Tracing his tongue along the outside of her right areola, he brought the taut peak into his mouth, gently sucking, before repeating the process on her other tip, tenderly making love to them.

Wynter lolled her head backwards, electrified by the sensation of his kisses to her skin. When he took her breast, the aching in her womb threatened orgasm. Not wanting to come so quickly, she raised her head and opened her lids. Logan, lavishing attention on her pink nipples, looked up and caught her eyes. Connected in a gaze, Logan slid downward. Still holding her breasts, he kissed her abdomen, making sure to leave no spot unattended. When he reached her pussy, he gave her a naughty smile.

“Sweetheart,” Logan darted his tongue through the seam of her wetness. “I’ll never get enough of you. You have the sweetest, most beautiful pussy…and it’s mine.”

Wynter gasped as Logan pressed two long fingers into her core, stroking the length of her nerves. She contracted against him, the urge to come rushing over her.

“Logan,” she panted. She was close, so close. “Oh God.”

Parting her labia with his other hand, Logan sought out her sensitive hood. Finding his prize, he lapped at her clit. The second he felt her tighten around his hand, he suckled harder, using his tongue to flick at her nub. Relishing her juices, he moaned, creating a vibration that pushed her over the edge.

Wynter saw stars as her orgasm crashed onto her. Lifting her hips into his mouth, she sought all he had to give. Unrelenting, his rough tongue stroked her until she was thrashing on the bed, splintering into a thousand pieces. Calling out his name was her only relief; the pleasurable assault had left her breathless yet still yearning for him to fill her with his love.

Logan licked his lips, enthralled by the taste of her cream. Slowly ascending his mate, he took in the sight of the pink lips that he’d made so swollen. Divine. Wynter’s legs fell open to his body, allowing him to rest between them. Taking his cock in his hands, he stroked himself through her slick folds, drawing out a few more shudders from her.

“Wyn, sweetheart,” he uttered. Her eyes flew to his. “Feel me. Feel us.”

Logan thrust his rock hard shaft into her hot core. Wynter gasped at the welcome intrusion, bringing her arms around his waist. As he plunged in and out of her, she raked her fingers down his back.

“Ah…” Logan cried. “Fuck yeah.”

“You’re mine,” she whispered into his ear.

The wolf in him roared. Her words ignited his passion to new heights. The controlled rhythm came to a halt when he pulled out.

“Logan,” she protested.

He effortlessly flipped her over until she was on her knees. Holding her up by her belly, he guided her into position.

Wynter wanted this, for him to take her, make her his. Blind to him, the waiting drove her insane as she presented herself to him. She felt the cool air at her opening.

“Yes,” she screamed as he thrust into her.

“Aw yes, take me, Wyn.” Logan sucked a breath, trying not to come. She felt so incredible, fisting him tightly. Seated fully in her, he held still for a minute trying to regain his composure. With one hand wrapped around her waist, he used the other to pet her back, running his fingers down from her shoulders to her ass. As he slowly started to move, he cupped her bottom, letting his thumb brush over her tiny rosebud.

“Please,” Wynter heard herself begging. The pad of his finger at her puckered flesh sent sparks flying all over her skin. She wanted to be utterly filled, and sought his touch.

Sensing Wynter’s signal, Logan inserted his thumb into her tight hole, slowly but surely penetrating her. He found it incredibly hot to watch his finger disappear into her and sucked a breath at the sensation. It was as if he could feel her walls tighten around his cock in response.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Is this what you need?” he crooned, knowing it was.

She moaned in pleasure. “Yes, Logan, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“That feels so good to me too, baby. Your ass is so perfect. I’m going to fuck you here soon. Do you want that?” He continued plunging his hard arousal into her in tandem with his hand.

“Hmm,” was all she could manage to say. The overwhelming sensation of being filled rocked her world. If she thought she could take his cock in her ass, she’d tell him, but she knew she needed more preparation to do that.

When she didn’t respond with words, Logan withdrew his finger. “Tell me, Wyn. Do you want me to stop? Do you want my cock in you…right here?” He traced the pad of his thumb around her puckered skin, waiting on her answer.

“Yes…don’t tease me,” she cried, pushing backward.

“Oh yeah, someday soon, baby. I think we need to get you a toy,” Logan told her. Without missing a beat, his hand found her again, reentering a digit into her anus. Pressing in and out, he added a second finger. Everything constricted as he did so, causing him to shake. Fuck, he was going to come.

The fullness in her bottom and pussy bombarded Wynter. She trembled as the ripples of ecstasy rolled through her body. Screaming Logan’s name, she continued to shake as she collapsed into the bed.

Heaving and fighting for air, Logan thrust one last time, acquiescing to his earth-shattering release. Spilling himself into her, he rolled them to their sides so that he could spoon her. His incredible, resplendent mate had taken his heart and soul. He silently celebrated, aware that he was falling for her.