Logan's Acadian Wolves

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Wynter artfully tied the bows on her pink negligee as if she were wrapping a gift. As she played with the ribbons, she thought about the past few days and how Logan had sweetly cared for her. It hadn’t taken long for her blood volume to regenerate after her near death experience. And so far, she hadn’t felt any vampiric tendencies. She’d even successfully shifted a few times in the house just to test it out. She laughed to herself thinking about how Logan had enjoyed waking up to find his red little wolf jumping on the bed.

Her brush with death forced her to contemplate the next steps in her derailed career. The choice to go into virology had been born out of her desire to help Emma. And now that she’d done that, she needed to figure out a new future, one that included Logan, pack and hopefully children. But since she’d been injured, they hadn’t made love. Logan worried like a mother hen. She knew it was killing him not to press forward with their mating, but since it involved a blood exchange, he’d been reluctant, not wanting to accidentally hurt her.

But her wolf paced impatiently, in anticipation of completing the bond. Wynter looked in the mirror and glossed her lips. She was determined to tempt Logan into their mating. He needn’t worry, she was no porcelain doll. She was a red-blooded wolf who couldn’t wait to mate with her Alpha. As she brushed out her tight curls, she hoped he would enjoy her plan and be unable to resist her. She laughed to herself, knowing he’d loved to play. Smoothing the see-through fabric, Wynter took a cleansing breath. Yes, this would be fun.

Logan’s cock was harder than a cement post. While he’d been more than grateful that Wynter had rebounded, his self-imposed celibacy wasn’t going so well. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to bend her over and sink into her hotness every single time he saw her. At dinner, she’d teased him mercilessly with the grilled kielbasa, and he’d nearly lost his mind. His wolf growled and bit, encouraging him to mate. But he wasn’t going to do anything to put her recovery in jeopardy. Unwavering, he’d put her health first and stifled every animalistic thought that had crossed his mind.

As he lay in bed reading, he glanced up, noticing the sound of the bathroom door opening. Logan watched intently as a glimmer of pink teased his eyes. Holy Fuck. What was she wearing? He dropped his iPad, fascinated by the scene. Wynter bent over the dresser, wiggling her bottom. Her creamy globes peeked out at him from underneath the nightie. He swore; damn, his cock could get harder. When she turned around, a broad smile broke across his face. The large map blocked his view and he knew right then and there, she was up to something, a tad more than the average seduction.

Wynter unfolded the New Orleans brochure, smiling coyly. Her horn-rimmed glasses and camera on her wrist added to the character.

“Sir, I’ve been walking around the city all the day, and I can’t seem to find my destination,” she told him. She held the paper so that it hid her entire body except for her eyes.

Logan laughed. Was she seriously role playing again? If she didn’t show him what was behind that map, he’d leap off the bed. Okay, he was game.

“I know New Orleans well. I’d be happy to show you around. Just where exactly are you going?”

She lowered the map slightly, giving him a view of her ample cleavage. “I’m supposed to meet my friends. I don’t know if I should go off with a stranger.”

“No stranger here, cher,” he said, falling into his best Cajun accent. “I promise to keep you safe.”

“Oh dear, now how did I get so lost? Maybe you could help me find my way. I have this map here but I can’t seem to make heads or tails of it.”

“I’d love to help you out, show you around. Perhaps you’d like to hear music?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“A ride on a riverboat, then? Very relaxing,” he suggested.

“No.” She lowered the map so he could see her dusky nipples. They strained to escape their sexy sheer confines. “I’m looking for something.” She pretended to glance at the map.

Logan pushed the blanket off his fully nude form, allowing her a view of his enormous erection. He lazily put his hand behind his head.

Her eyes met his and then took a long peruse of his muscular body. Her pussy clenched at the sight of him. She knew she couldn’t keep the dialogue going for much longer. Incredibly hot, he was laid out for her like a delicious dessert; one she’d like to lick from head to toe.

“There’s much to see in our fine city,” he drawled with a smile, smelling her arousal. His little vixen was getting herself as hot and bothered as she intended to do to him.

“Yes, yes there is. Like the art for example.” She smiled and looked down to watch him stroke his shaft. “It’s spectacular. I especially enjoy viewing the marbled statue.”

Wynter dropped the map further so he could see the crisscrossed pattern of ribbons that begged to be untied. She licked her lips and approached the bed.

“This map, it doesn’t seem to help me at all. I’m so glad I found you. I mean, what would I do without such a knowledgeable guide?” She opened her fingers and let the paper drop to the floor.

“I’m looking forward to showing you all the sights and sounds…” Logan began.

“And tastes? I’m so hungry.” Wynter’s eyes devoured him. She placed her palms on the edge of the bed, bending so that he could get a good view of her breasts.

“Sweetheart, we’ve got some of the best culinary delights in the country. I’d be more than happy to feed you…all night long.” Logan pushed up onto his knees and made short work of meeting her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck.

“I’m starving,” she breathed, pushing her fingers into his hair.

“I’ll always be here for you Wynter,” Logan promised, kissing up her neck. “Always and forever. I missed you so much.”

Wynter let herself go limp against him. Back in his arms was exactly what she needed. She tore off her glasses and let the camera slip from her wrist.

“I missed you too, so, so much.” She licked and bit at his shoulder.

Logan rolled her onto the bed and slid down her body. Wynter rested her head against the pillows, wiggling against him. Logan smiled and crouched at her feet. Taking one foot, he touched his lips to the inside of her calf. She hissed in delight, pressing her hips upward.

“Logan.”

“Yes, mate. Just helping you find your way,” he teased, resuming his role. He dragged his tongue up her leg until he reached her inner thigh.

Wynter thought she’d explode in need. It felt incredible.

“You’re wicked,” she laughed.

“Just helping a tourist in need. I told you; I’m a very good guide. I know all the best spots.” He pushed her knees open wider, his face settled into the center of her legs. Pleasantly surprised, he was happy to find she’d worn no panties.

“But I need…” she panted as his warm breath brushed over her mound. If he’d just touch her, she could breathe.

Logan darted his tongue through her moist nether lips and smiled. “We are about to reach one of my favorite destinations. My sweet little tourist, are you ready?”

Without waiting for an answer, he lapped at her clit.

“Oh God yes,” she cried. His rough tongue sent shivers through her body. Her sex ached for him. He was everything she’d ever need.

Logan pulled away for just a second to press two long fingers inside of her. “I do believe we are arriving nicely.” He curled them upward into her sensitive channel.

“Yes, right there,” she screamed.

Logan brought his lips to her clitoris, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Her sweet cream coated his face, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Wynter screamed over and over.

Her pelvis rocked into his mouth and hand. She flailed as her orgasm burst, leaving her shaking and gasping for breath. The tendrils of energy rode through her skin.

Logan gave her a final lick before he crawled up to meet her face to face. The hard tip of him rested at the entrance. Goddess, he loved her spontaneity and how receptive she was.

“Wynter Ryan.”

Wynter slowly opened her eyes, still lost in the haze of passion. She smiled at the way he’d addressed her and gazed into his eyes.

“Yes, my Alpha.”

“Tonight, I take you as my mate.” Logan tugged at the satiny ribbons. Her bodice fell open exposing both her neck and breasts.

His expression denoted a seriousness that told Wynter that this was the time. Their mating. Their bond, forged in love and trust; they’d be together till the end of time.

“You, Wynter. You are mine. Our wolves, our souls, we’re mates.”

“I love you, Logan. I’m yours.” She licked along his collarbone. Slight pain alerted her that her canines had descended.

He smiled with a slight shake of his head.

“What?”

“Ah baby, they’re sexy.” Now was not the time to tell her, but her normally sharp canines looked slightly sharper. Fangs.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re perfect. Now where were we?” He captured her lips with his. Their tongues swept along each other’s. Reluctantly, he stopped the kiss and spoke into her mouth.

“Tonight, we mate. Forever you are mine, Wynter.”

He rocked his straining cock into her slick channel. She gasped, nodding. As he filled her to the hilt, he reared back and bit into her shoulder. Blood trickled into his throat.

The pleasured pain drove Wynter’s need to claim him in return. Her fangs sliced into his skin like a knife through hot butter. Thirsting for more, she took a long draw of her Alpha’s blood. Powerful and spicy, her mate’s spirit danced within her body. The wave of pleasure hurled her into release, and she convulsed against Logan.

The taste of Wynter’s blood caused his wolf to howl in pride. With his beast satisfied, he’d laved at her shoulder. But it was Wynter’s erotic bite that sent him into orgasm. Claiming him as her mate, she’d sent him into the hardest, hottest climax he’d ever had in his life. As he erupted inside her, he shuddered as he felt her lick over the wound.

Loving filaments weaved through their hearts and minds. Their bond complete, their wolves nuzzled together celebrating. Logan rolled backwards, bringing Wynter with him. Arms and legs intertwined, her cheek rested on his chest.

“I love you,” Wynter smiled.

“Love you too, baby,” Logan replied, still trying to catch his breath.

“Everything that’s happened,” she began thoughtfully.

“Shhh, it’s over now.” He tangled his fingers into her ringlets.

“I would have never met you.”

“True.”

“Does the pack know?”

“Yes, but I want a formal introduction. You deserve nothing less. We deserve this. And someday, I hope you’ll agree to a human mating of sorts…if that’s what you want. Marry me?”

“I’d love that.” she kissed his chest. “I hear spring in New Orleans is lovely. As is New York.”

“A honeymoon. That’s what I’m looking forward to,” he teased. “Somewhere on a beach. A private beach.”

“A beach, huh? Sounds good to me. Make sure you bring your whistle,” she told him with a naughty grin.

“A whistle?”

“Well, I may need a lifeguard to save me,” she suggested.

“I’m all for a little slippery wet play in the ocean,” Logan encouraged. “Or maybe we can go as an Alpha and his mate.”

“Yes, that sounds perfect,” she agreed.

As they fell asleep for the first time as bonded mates, Wynter and Logan embraced the new chapter in their lives. Dark memories would be washed over by love-filled days and sensual nights. The Acadian Wolves found strength in their Alpha. Peace and contentment rippled throughout the pack. A new chapter in their history had begun.