Logan's Acadian Wolves

Chapter Twenty-One

Wynter’s stomach dropped as the elevator lurched toward the sky. She didn’t understand why they were in Logan’s high-rise, but kept quiet on their ascent. Fighting the claustrophobia, she closed her eyes after it passed the floor where she’d first met Logan in his office. A resounding jolt forced her to focus on the opening doors. Rain blew into the small chamber, causing her to gasp. What the hell? Instinctively, she covered her ears upon hearing the deafening whirl of the helicopter blades. Wind hit her face, and she stopped, frozen in disbelief. A small push between her shoulder blades put her feet back in motion, propelling her toward the blinking lights.

The pressure from the spinning rotors sprayed air and water onto them as they crossed the helipad. Wynter felt Logan wrap an arm around her waist, guiding her into the dimly lit cabin. Shocked as she was, she was relieved to be out of the weather. The soft tan leather seats felt smooth on her palms. She took in her surroundings, noticing that the luxury helicopter had four seats, complete with plasma TV screen and bar. Peering forward, she spotted a pilot through the small privacy glass.

Logan sat down next to Wynter, closing the door after Dimitri. Having never been in a helicopter, panic rose in Wynter’s throat. She looked to Logan and Dimitri who both appeared solemn but altogether calm as if they’d done this a million times. But of course they have, she thought to herself. Meanwhile, all she could think about was crashing in the middle of the night inside the little tin can. A very lush, expensive tin can, but still it was night and it was raining. Both of those factors could not be good, she reasoned.

“Why are we..?” she began to yell over at Logan, her face white with fright.

He reached behind her seat and grabbed a pair of headphones. Ever so gently, he placed them onto her ears, gliding his thumb down the side of her cheek. Wynter gazed into his eyes, wanting desperately to talk with him about what had happened, but as she went to open her mouth, he looked away and put a set on his own ears.

“Why are we taking a helicopter? Are you sure this is safe?” Wynter asked, her voice laced with alarm. “It’s raining.”

“Not optimal but it’s let up some. Besides, the wind has died down and there’s no fog. We don’t want to take any chances getting ambushed on the roads. Don’t worry, it’s safe.”

“‘Bout forty-five minutes to an hour, if the weather cooperates. You’ve never flown in a whirlybird, cher?” Dimitri inquired with a relaxed smile.

“No I haven’t,” she replied, gasping as they vaulted up into the night sky. Her fingernails dug into the leather, and she hoped they wouldn’t leave scratches. She watched in wonder as tiny lights below flickered in the distance as they buzzed toward their destination.

Logan, unable to take another minute of his self-imposed isolation, reached for Wynter’s hand. Slowly peeling her fingers from the seat, he placed her palm on his leg, and caressed her fingers. Goddess, he missed touching her. The small gesture sent loving tendrils throughout his body, reminding him that she really was his mate. When they got home, they’d have to have a long discussion about their relationship, her future as a wolf.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he assured her in a tender voice that he hadn’t used since before she’d left to go with Jax. He continued to massage her hand, sliding a thumb into her palm. “Just rest. We’ll be there soon.”

Wynter relaxed into the small but poignant contact. Her hand burned with warmth radiating from his thigh, and she fought the urge to lean into him, to touch him, to kiss him. As if her body obeyed his directive, she let her forehead rest against the cool window. Within seconds, she’d fallen fast asleep to the soft lullaby of the humming blades.

Creaking metal woke Wynter. The silence that followed told her they had landed. Logan, who’d already begun exiting, extended his hand.

“We’re home,” he told her.

Home? No, his home, not hers, she thought. But still, that small spark of hope told her to embrace her future with optimistic curiosity. Her heart fluttered in response. With a cautious smile, she clasped her palm in his, accepting his assistance down the steps.

It was only a short ride from the helipad to Logan’s house. When they’d exited the car, Wynter eyed the blue tarp which covered the exterior of the huge contemporary house. It appeared unfinished yet lights glimmered through the undraped casement windows. Floodlights illuminated the fresh landscaping, and the smell of newly laid mulch and fragrant roses permeated the night air.

The rain had subsided, and they quickly made their way up the walkway towards the entrance. Logan flipped open a security pad and typed in a code. The lock clicked open and he turned the handle. As they entered, she followed Logan’s lead and kicked off her sodden shoes, thankful she’d gone without stockings. In a few minutes, her feet would dry nicely and the smooth hardwood floor felt soothing to her sore toes.

“Adèle,” Logan called.

Wynter looked around the foyer that led into a spacious great room. A modern rectangular shaped gas lit fire blazed atop its round white stones. The black pit, outlined in stainless steel, stood out against the cream-colored Kasota stone hearth. Three tall vases filled with ornamental grass sat atop a thin dark wooden mantel.

A soft purring creature rubbed against her legs, startling Wynter. She knelt down, petting the sweet cat who meowed and pressed its head into her hands.

“Well, hello, kitty,” she said softly, touching its ears.

“I see you’ve met Mojo,” Logan acknowledged.

“Hmm? You have a cat?” Wynter replied in surprise, trying to hide her amusement.

“Here kitty, kitty. Come to Daddy,” Logan sang in his best baby voice. The small black ball of fur ran toward him, purring voraciously, and he scooped the kitten into his arms, placing kisses on her head. He continued to talk in a soft voice, pretending to talk to the cat while really answering Wynter. “Yes, I have a kitty. And she’s such a good girl, aren’t you? Who’s a good kitty?”

“Mojo,” she repeated, smiling.

Wynter watched in amazement as the Alpha tenderly caressed the sweet little creature. Of all things she thought might happen tonight, this certainly was not one of them. As this terrifyingly attractive side of Logan was revealed to her, she fought the urge to run up and kiss him. The wanting, the temptation was so great; she forced herself into the floor, remaining rooted in place.

“She’s not very much into Voodoo, but she’s lucky,” he explained, petting her and rubbing his face into her soft fur. He caught Wynter examining him as if he had four heads. “What?”

“I’m just…I don’t know, surprised. I love cats, but a wolf with a cat? Seems counterintuitive.” And sexy.

“Yeah, that’s what Tristan thought too. His mate runs an animal shelter. One day, I spent quite a bit of time in her cat room. And what can I say?” He shrugged, fixing her with his eyes as if he was talking about her and not the cat. “I fell in love. You know, sometimes, Dr. Ryan, we can’t control who we fall in love with. Sometimes even when things don’t make sense, they actually make the most sense in the world.”

Wynter blushed and looked away. Oh God, she wanted to touch him so badly. Heat filled her body. Desire pulsed through her veins. She tried to think of anything but sex. What was wrong with her? Just as she’d mustered enough bravery to respond coherently, a portly woman with a gray bun wandered into the foyer. Logan let the cat jump to the floor, approached and gave her a hug.

“Ah, Adèle. Meet Wynter. Wyn, this is Adèle. She’s kept me in one piece since I’ve moved home.”

“Nice to meet you.” Wynter noticed how at ease Logan was with his housekeeper.

“Wynter va rester avec moi,” he told the woman. Adèle ran her eyes over Wynter before conceding that she was welcome.

“Oui, oui. Bonjour, Wynter,” Adèle greeted. She briskly turned on her heels, speaking rapidly in French. She waved an arm, gesturing for them to follow. “Allons, le dîner est prêt.”

“Merci, I’m starving,” Logan picked up a piece of fluffy white bread out of a bowl and quickly stuffed it into his mouth before she had a chance to protest. “Merci beaucoup pour obtenir la maison prête. Everything looks great.”

Adèle pointed to the large glass dining table, and promptly set out another place setting for his guest. Logan sat at the head of the table and gestured for Wynter to sit at his side. Wynter, famished, obeyed, not sure what she should do next. The enticing aroma of a basket of warmed New Orleans-style French bread teased at her nose. Adèle set out two large bowls of what Wynter thought was gumbo, and plates of salad.

“Salade. Gumbo. Pain,” Adèle ticked off her creations and then took off her apron. “See you tomorrow, no?”

“Oui, and thanks again, Adèle. The place is really coming together,” Logan noted.

She smiled and nodded, but appeared to be in a hurry to leave. “Oui, Monsieur. Soyez le bienvenu.” With a wave, she took off toward the back of the home. A door shutting let them know they were alone.

Following Logan’s lead, Wynter dug into the delightful gooey mixture with her spoon. They ate in silence. She noticed that like the great room, the kitchen was sparsely decorated. Dark cherry cabinets and hardwood floors were offset by the white granite countertops. The only item on the counter alongside the wall was a coffeemaker. No dishes or glasses sat atop the oversized rectangular island. In fact, there wasn’t much décor at all. No pictures on the walls. Not even a clock. Taking a deep breath, she could smell the new drywall and paint and wondered how long Logan had lived here.

As if he read her thoughts, he was the first to speak. “I just built it,” he commented without explanation.

“It’s beautiful,” she replied.

“It’s empty,” he countered. “But someday soon, it’ll be more of a home than a house.”

“How long have you lived here?”

“I haven’t.”

“Hmm?”

“This is the first meal I’ve eaten here…with you,” he stated, meeting her eyes. Had she no idea how important she was to him? How important she had yet to become? It was killing him. The silence. The lack of understanding. And most of all the lack of intimacy. Intimacy which had shattered into a million bits when she left him to go with Jax. It was time to talk, to not just mend their relationship, but set it on a course that would solidify their future.

Wynter stilled at the realization that he’d brought her here, to his home. He’d told her that he’d lived in Marcel’s home, but this was a new beginning. It had been something special he’d built on his own and now shared with her. Her chest tightened, and she struggled to come up with the right words.

“Logan, I…I’m sorry,” she began. “Today…it’s just that everything has moved so quickly. And not just this…this thing between us. It’s everything.”

“This thing,” he said tersely. “This thing is not a thing. It’s a bond, Wynter. I’ve marked you. We’re mates. It’s not simply a choice we make. It either is or it isn’t.”

“Yes, but I…” she placed her spoon on the table and wiped her mouth.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through over the past two months?” Logan asked rhetorically, well aware she couldn’t possibly comprehend the struggle he’d endured. The low calm of his voice was edged in a controlled indignation. “My friend, Marcel. We grew up together, spent a lifetime as friends. He was Tristan’s brother, but they both are my family in every sense of the word. Two months ago, I sat with his blood on my hands. I watched as the life drained from his eyes.”

Logan coughed, sucking back his emotions. Enough tears had been shed. “And minutes before that, do you know what I did, Wyn?”

She quietly shook her head.

“I killed a man…with my own hands. Not as wolf. As a man. That death is on my hands.” He held his palms upward, staring at them as if they were dripping in blood.

“That night, I vowed to Marcel that I’d lead his pack, to take care of his wolves. Marcel begged me…I didn’t want this, to be Alpha. My role as beta was comfortable, respected. I loved Tristan. It isn’t something I did lightly,” he reflected, placing his palms down on the table. “But it is done. For the last two months, I’ve fought challenges. Bloody, ripped up fur and bruises, week after week.”

“Logan,” Wynter gasped quietly. What had he been through?

“I may’ve vowed to be Alpha. But I also earned it. I paid in blood. I paid in sleepless nights. And only this week as I completed my last challenge, I threatened the next wolf who challenges me with death. Do you know what that means, Wyn?”

Wynter could guess but dared not speak it aloud. She remembered the conversation she’d had with Logan about how Fiona’s father had died…in a challenge.

“The next wolf who challenges me is dead,” he stated emotionlessly. “I cannot tolerate any more instability. For the sake of the pack, the acceptance of my reign must continue. Every time there is a challenge, the pack becomes unsettled. Volatile. It isn’t good for them. Or me.”

“I’m sorry. Logan, I didn’t understand. I don’t know what that has to do with us, though.”

“It has everything to do with you. Me. Us. Our mating. Today, when you left,” he growled, shaking his head in disapproval. “I was so angry. Angry you’d left me to go with Jax. He’s unmated. And whoever else you were with was too.”

“But how did you know? I didn’t…”

“I could smell them on you when you got home. Goddess, Wyn.”

“So because you marked me and you’ve decided we’re mates, I can’t even go with my family? Are you kidding me?”

“It isn’t just that, Wyn. Aside from the fact that you are very much in danger, I had specifically asked you to stay. Granted, I didn’t order you as your Alpha. But I came damn close. And you…how could you not see that I needed you to stay so we could talk? I get that you’re not wolf, but any she-wolf would have never left her mate…not until she’d claimed him for her own. Not only did you disrespect me by telling me no and going off with Jax, it was as if your wolf rejected mine by leaving.”

“I’m sorry, but you’ve got to understand that I’m…”

“Human,” he finished her words. “Yes, yes you are. But not for long, Wyn. The full moon beckons and even if you choose to deny our mating, you’ll have to learn to live within your nature.”

Frustrated, Logan loosened his tie, took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He stood at the head of the table; his fingers grasped the back of the chair. The animal in him wanted to throw the damn thing, smash it into kindling. But it was not all who he was. He closed his eyes, willing his wolf to calm.

He took a deep breath and blew it out. “I can’t do this. Either you need to accept your wolf or I…I don’t know. I just know that I’ve worked too damn hard to become Alpha. Wolves depend on me. And it isn’t just the fact that when I get angry or hurt, the pack feels it. If anyone besides Dimitri had seen what you did today, disrespecting me, blatantly denying my request to stay…it’ll lead to a challenge. I can’t have that happen. Not over us, anyway.”

“But I’d never do that on purpose. It’s not like I set out to hurt you or the pack today.” She ran her fingers through her hair, nervously twisting at it. “God, Logan can’t you see what this is doing to me?”

“The bottom line is this. If there’s another challenge, I will kill someone. And while I won’t hesitate to do it, that wolf is someone’s brother, husband, son,” he said softly, contemplating what it’d be like to kill again.

Wynter stood and crossed the kitchen, resting her hands onto the countertop. “Please just hear me out. No matter how hard I try, I don’t know what it’s like. I’m not a wolf.” She rubbed her hand over her reddening eyes. “I don’t want to cause anyone’s death. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m so afraid and confused. But there is one thing I know…I want you…like I’ve never wanted anyone.”

Logan approached Wynter, placing his hand on either side of her waist, gripping the cold stone. “And I want you too, sweetheart. But we cannot go on like this. I’m damn sorry someone did this to you, changed you to wolf. You’ve barely had time to recover from your captivity, let alone adjust to your new…situation. But I can’t put my pack in danger. Lots of lives depend on me. I cannot fail them. I get that it is not fair, but you need to decide.”

“Decide what, Logan?” She clasped onto the sides of his shirt in desperation. “I’m scared out of my mind. I don’t want to hurt anyone but I don’t know how to be wolf. I don’t know the rules. I can’t do this. I don’t know how. I’m sorry, I can’t…”

Wynter fell to her knees crying, still clawing at his clothing. She’d let her head fall against his shins. Logan wrapped his hands around her arms and brought her up into his embrace, supporting her.

“Wynter, this is not who you are, sweetheart. You can do this. You are strong, not broken. You will learn how to submit within the pack while remaining fiercely independent. You will run as wolf, but maintain your humanity. I promise you to help you shift; support you in everything you do for the rest of your life. But this decision must be yours, not mine.” Logan held her tightly. His own tears brimmed; he needed his mate. Please Goddess, do not let her give up.

Struggling to catch her breath, Wynter swore Logan was doing something to calm her. His scent, his touch, his aura, everything that was of his essence protectively encased her body and heart. Her wolf howled, begging her to run free with her mate. On the verge of collapse, Wynter steeled her resolve. A fighter. Yes, that’s who she was. Tonight, however, she was a lover, Logan’s mate. Trembling in his arms, she raised her chin to meet his eyes.

“I choose you. Us. This makes no sense to the part of my mind that demands data, evidence and all the other things that I’ve learned in my years as a scientist,” she breathed, placing her hand to his heart. “But my heart. My wolf. I need you.”

Logan sighed in relief, pressing a kiss to her head. “You sure, baby? Because I’m ready to start this right now…to teach you what it means to be wolf.”

“I’m sure.” All her senses on alert, she’d fully committed to doing whatever it took to learn how to be wolf, to be Logan’s mate.

Logan leaned in and gently kissed her. His wolf celebrated in anticipation of their union. He tenderly sucked at her lips, licking at her until she opened fully to him. Her sweet taste tempted him, beckoning the urge to make love to her right then. But he knew better of it. He’d patiently demonstrate what it meant for her to submit, to be nothing more than the wild animal that lurked beneath the surface of her skin.

Wynter gave in to his will, tasting, indulging in the warmth of her Alpha. She felt his hands leave her sides, and she pressed up further against the counter’s edge. As he ground the hard evidence of his arousal against her belly, she registered his fingertips on her skin. She went to help him, and he grabbed her wrists.

“Hands to your sides, Wynter. Don’t move,” he growled.

She gasped, complying with his demand. Fingers grazed her belly once again. A tear of the fabric sent her shirt buttons flying. The loud sound of the plastic studs hitting the floor sounded like hail pelting a roof. Cool air brushed her chest as he ripped off her shirt, yanking hard at the sleeves and throwing it across the room. A hand around her back deftly released her bra, leaving her bare to him. Panting with need, she struggled to catch her breath. She never lost eye contact as he tore his lips from hers.

“An Alpha,” he began in a tense, sexy tone that wrapped around her soul. Logan trailed his lips down her throat and between her breasts. But he didn’t kiss or lick her, he merely hovered, letting her feel the heat of his body, “he’s patient. He doesn’t act impulsively. Despite the temptation, he waits until the optimal moment to strike.”

Wynter resisted the excruciating desire to move. She closed her eyes, relishing the effect of his nearness to her tight nipples. Strong hands on her hips rapidly spun her so she was facing the counter, holding her upright so she wouldn’t fall.

“Do you feel it, Wyn? Our bond, it’s growing. I’m your Alpha. Your wolf knows. I feel her,” he told her seductively. He slid a large strong hand around to her belly. Without touching his lips to her skin, he drifted them close to her shoulder. “And she…she feels me.” He pressed his burgeoning erection into her bottom.

Wynter sighed at the welcome feel of him against her. She wished he’d just take her. No, instead, he was teasing her, teaching her. She’d promised to learn. Taking a breath, she tried to relax into his hold. But as she felt his hands at her waist, her heart raced once again.

Logan deftly unzipped her skirt and jerked it down, exposing the creamy skin underneath. He smiled at her hot pink lace thong, the one he’d selected earlier. Slowly, he glided his hands over her hips and hooked his thumbs into the flimsy fabric. He bent at his knees, teasing it off of her legs and feet until she was bare. With a flick, he sent it flying across the floor. Much better.

“Do you see how a wolf restrains his own needs, all in an effort to take care of his wolves?”

His hands grazed over the globes of her bottom, barely touching her. The heat between his skin and hers threatened to combust, but he never gave in to the need. Denying her his touch, he reached upward into her hair, wrapping the long strands around his fist. Gently tugging, he pulled her head to the side, revealing her neck. He growled at the sight but still only brought his lips within an inch of the skin and spoke to her.

“I will teach you what it’s like to be wolf, to submit. Are you ready for that, sweetheart?”

Wynter moaned, breathing hard. Was she ready? Naked, she felt both emotionally and physically exposed, while he stood fully clothed.

Logan gently tugged again at her hair, until her eyes met his.

“Answer me,” he demanded softly.

“Yes,” she cried. The torment of him not touching her was nearly unbearable. But before she had time to think about it, he turned her once again so that she was facing him. She watched nervously as he removed his tie.

“Your senses. They are all that a wolf has. As humans, we rely too much on our sight to tell us what we know. We ignore what our heart tells us because our eyes can’t see it. Up,” he directed, lifting her up onto the large granite island. “Lay back, Wyn.”

Wynter struggled to understand what he was doing. He wanted her on this cold countertop? What the hell?

“Don’t question. Just do it. Go on now. You’re okay, now. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He winked, helping her to scoot backwards. He took her head into his hands, tenderly placing it on the hard surface. “You okay?”

She nodded, unsure of where this was going. Despite her apprehension, the ache between her legs throbbed in anticipation. The heat of her skin cooled against the sleek stone. Logan held up his tie, and she almost choked. What did he plan to do with that?

“It’s all right, sweetheart. Just removing one of your senses. Educational purposes, I assure you,” he laughed.

“Yeah right,” she giggled in response. Why was she so aroused? At least he wasn’t tying her up, but still she’d been laid out naked on a platter for him to do what he wished, and she grew wetter and wetter by the second.

“Seriously, this is not just about trusting me, which you very much need to learn how to do. Nor is it about submission, which you seem to be doing nicely right now,” he encouraged.

His dick was so hard he thought his balls would be blue for the rest of his natural life. The sight of his mate splayed out was more than he could take. He wanted so badly to plunge into her, but he reminded himself that there was more at stake besides him getting his rocks off.

Logan wrapped the tie around her eyes until he was certain she couldn’t see. “No peeking. You okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed. The anticipation of what he’d do to her was maddening. “Please Logan, hold my hand.”

“You look beautiful, baby. So gorgeous.” Logan briefly kissed her lips and took her hand in his, sending calming waves to her body. The self-control of a saint was all that kept him from taking her right then. “Breathe in and out, Wyn. That’s it. I can’t hold your hand the whole time but we’ll start with something easy. Smell. Wolves, we rely on scent to give us all kinds of information. To hunt prey. To track enemies. To seek out our lovers,” He kissed her shoulder. “Scent, it is essential. Tell me what you smell.”

Wynter inhaled deeply. Food. Well that made sense, they were in the kitchen. A faint odor of bleach. Maybe another scent, a comforting scent. Logan. “I smell you.” She smiled. “Not cologne. It’s something else. It smells so good. It’s woodsy and fresh and…my wolf, she likes it.”

Logan smiled. It was a start. Releasing her hand, he moved to her head and kissed her again. Then he turned and cracked open the window above the sink.

“And now?”

Unable to see, she knew immediately he’d introduced another variable. “Grass? And roses. That could be cheating because I did see them when I came in as well as the mulch. But there’s something else…it’s musky. Earthy.”

“The bayou,” he confirmed. “Anything else?”

Wynter’s face registered surprise. “It’s crazy,” she said in disbelief. “We’re alone?”

“Are we? You tell me?”

“I think I smell…do I smell Dimitri? Oh God,” Wynter exclaimed in embarrassment, wondering how she knew that.

“It’s okay, he’s not here.” Logan smoothed her hair back with his hand. “But he told me that he planned on a run tonight. See how amazing you are?”

“But how do I know..?”

“Instincts. Forget your human self for the moment. Just close your eyes, and look for your wolf. Let her help you. Okay, let’s move on,” he suggested, brushing his fingertips over her belly. “Hearing. It’s the single most acute sense we’ve got. Rustling of prey. Danger approaching. What do you hear?”

A hot coil built within the pool of her womb as Logan grazed over her stomach. If he’d just move his hand down further. The minute his petting edged her closer to orgasm, he stopped. She squeezed her thighs tightly but no relief came.

“Wyn?” Logan’s voice jarred her back to her erotic lesson.

“Yes, um, hearing,” she stammered. “Crickets. No, it’s louder than that. Cicadas maybe? Frogs…yes, a bullfrog. A splash. Something in the water.”

“When you shift, you’ll be able to identify all of nature’s sounds. To be able to discriminate so discretely you can tell whether a fox is matin’ or fightin’ a mile away,” Logan whispered in her ear.

Wynter sucked air as his warm breath touched her neck. “Please,” she begged. Her full heavy breasts tingled in hopes they’d be touched.

“Patience, little wolf. Perhaps the next two should be combined. Touch and taste. No longer having hands, your paws and claws will grip at the dirt, protected by your toughened pads. But as wolf, touch is mostly felt with the tongue.” Logan traced the tip of his tongue around one of her areola, until she moaned. Resisting, he retreated and opened a cabinet, extracting his next surprise.

“Open your mouth, Wynter,” he ordered, cupping her chin.

“What?” she gasped. Her pulse quickened.

Logan drew his finger across her lower lip, and then dipped it inside. Fuck yeah, it felt too good. He’d meant to open her mouth, but she’d latched onto his finger sucking it as if she was giving him a blow job. Her warm tongue swirled around the pad of his finger, and for a few glorious seconds, he indulged. Carefully taking back control, he pulled his digit out enough to skim along her bottom teeth. Her natural reaction was to open. He smiled in response to hers; she’d clearly known what she’d been doing to him.

“You taste so good, Logan. Like you belong to me,” she sighed.

“Our taste, our smell…as mates, we’re attracted to one another like magnets to iron,” Logan said as he positioned the small plastic bear at her lips. “Mouth open. That’s it, baby. Now taste.”

He squeezed the honey onto her lips, watching as her tongue darted forward to lap up the nectar.

“Honey,” she moaned with a smile.

Logan leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, pressing his tongue into her mouth. They gently sucked and licked at each other until the sticky sweetness was gone. Logan pulled away, leaving Wynter breathless and moaning. With great speed, he walked to her feet. He parted her legs revealing her wet center.

“As wolf, we eat meat and even small berries now and then. But it is the taste of your arousal that drives me mad, sweetheart.” Logan paused. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue along the inside of her thigh, but stopped short of her core. He stroked her pussy softly then drove two fingers deep within her. Plunging in and out, he watched as her juices coated his hands, then pulled out of her and brought his fingers to her lips, painting them. With ease, he slipped them into her mouth. “You taste delicious. Better than any meal I’ve ever had. Better than any wine I’ve ever known.”

Wynter shook with excitement. At his hand she almost came, but he’d withdrawn leaving her empty. She sucked and lapped at his fingers, tasting the evidence of her own arousal on them. Moaning and undulating her hips upward, she sought the friction that never came.

“Please,” she managed to say. “I can’t take it. Please, Logan.”

The sight of Wynter so open and the feel of her sucking him broke his restraint. Logan unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. He retrieved his fingers from her mouth and once again sunk them back into her pussy; his thumb gently applied pressure to her clit. As he continued to bring her toward orgasm, he walked around the island so his hips were near her face.

Wynter cried Logan’s name. His fingers stroked the tender strip inside her channel, and she almost flew off the countertop. Writhing her mound up into his hand, she struggled to hold back her climax. Unable to see, she felt the heat of his body radiate close to her, a kiss to her neck.

“Suck me,” Logan told her, guiding his pulsing shaft toward her mouth. The silken head of him brushed her lips.

In the darkness, Wynter rolled onto her side, blindly searching for the hardness of his sex. With Logan’s assistance, she wrapped her small hand around him. Bringing his swollen flesh to her lips, she licked at his seam, taking in his salty essence. Trembling, Wynter took the length of him all the way into her mouth, allowing the tip of her tongue to play along the underside of his swollen flesh. She rocked her head back and forth, relishing the taste of her mate. Using her hands and lips, she gripped him tightly as she sucked.

Logan dragged in a breath. Her hot mouth suctioned him, pistoning up and down. Drenched in her wetness, he felt her core tighten around his fingers. Unrelenting, he swept the pad of his thumb across her swollen hood once again. As she began to lose the thread of control that held her together, he withdrew his cock, allowing her to fall over the cliff of ecstasy.

Wynter moaned at the loss of him. She wasn’t sure of the exact moment she’d embraced the submission, nor did she understand why her body responded to his touch with terrific exuberance. All thought went, lost with the last graze of his fingers. A wall of energy slammed her, driving her into climax, and leaving her shuddering in release. Wynter’s chest heaved, trying to recover from the high.

Logan leaned forward to remove his tie from her eyes. Like Wynter’s presuppositions about what she thought was wolf, the silk blindfold fell to the floor. Logan smiled as she moaned and gazed up at him. He cupped her face, admiring his spectacular mate. Captivated by her honesty and reckless abandon, his chest tightened with an overwhelming yet unfamiliar passion. Had he fallen in love? Rationally, he’d always known that he could find his mate, but after a hundred years, he’d happily remained single. Now everything was changed forever. A single chance meeting in an alley had resulted in a life-altering experience he could have never anticipated or understood. Only in this moment was he cognizant of the ramifications. Life would never be the same and he didn’t want it to be.

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.