Arya
I get up, recovering from the shock of almost being marked. Logan stares at me and I can read the disappointment in his eyes. I am just not ready for this. I don’t know when I will ever be ready.
I turn and run away. He follows after me. I want to get the hell out of here. I head toward Logan’s residence. He follows after me, giving me more space than I deserve. I know I have hurt him but he has got to understand me.
Inside Logan’s house, I am given a robe in which I wrap myself after shifting back. Logan has just himself into these dark jeans that hung low in his waist, showing me the happy trail to heaven. He strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound. My blood’s pumping around my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly. He stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He’s so freaking hot. Coming to me, he grabs me by the waist so that I hit his rock-hard chest. I gasp when he holds my neck before his lips land roughly on mine.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Arya?” he whispers. My breath hitches. I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.
“Of course, you don’t, because you keep making it hard for me to have you. You want to torture me. You want to see me frustrated. Don’t you?” he adds, caressing my chin.
The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion.
The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I’m hypnotized by his blue eyes staring fervently into mine. Leaning down, he kisses me. His lips are demanding, firm and slow, molding mine. He starts unbuttoning my shirt while he places feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth.
“You want to hurt me. You want to see me weak and helpless. Why Arya?” his eyes beseech mine. I don’t want to talk. My throat feels dry and I can’t even say anything. I just want his hands on me. I want him to make me forget everything.
“I can’t stand being around any female. I have been like this since you left. Do you know why? Because you are the only one I want. But you? You are comfortable enough to be in another man’s arms, letting him have his hands on your body,” his eyes are dark, full of sadness. I look away. He holds my chin so that I can look him directly in the eyes.
“Tell me, Arya. If you still hate me that much why are you letting this go on? Why don’t you just reject me once and for all? Here,” he is serious.
Shit!
I can’t bring myself to do that now. I am so horny and I want him so bad.
“You want me to reject you?” I inquire knitting my brows together.
“If you want to do it, I won’t stop you this time,” he replies.
Do I want to?
No.
I shake my head.
“Why won’t you let me mark you? I can’t bear seeing any other male around you. They won’t let their hands stray if you are marked. It is just too much for me.”
“I am just not yet ready,” I respond. His finger caresses my cheek.
“Or you are just scared, Arya. You are scared of what you want to think of me, which is not what I am,” he murmurs, and both of his hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head.
“Maybe you should stop imagining what I am when the real me is here standing before you,” he murmurs before his mouth seeks mine once more. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body, squeezing me tightly. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently.
He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, which he languidly pushes into me.
I moan once more into his mouth. I can hardly contain the riotous feelings or is it hormones that rampage through my body? I want him so badly. Gripping his upper arms, I feel his biceps, he’s strong… muscular. Tentatively, I move my hands up to his face and into his hair. Holy crap! It’s so soft, unruly. I tug gently, and he groans.
He eases me toward the bed until I feel it behind my knees. I think he’s going to push me down onto it, but he doesn’t. Releasing me, he suddenly drops to his knees. I am well aware of my full nakedness under this robe. I clench my legs tightly together. Is this the day when I finally give it all out to my mate? All that I have reserved all these years?
He undoes the knot of the belt on the rob. My bare breasts fall out, my nipples are hard and needy for attention. Logan’s eyes sparkle with delight. Ignoring them, he grabs my hips with both his hands and runs his tongue around my navel, then gently nips his way to my hipbone, then across my belly to my other hipbone.
“Ah,” I groan.
Seeing him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, it’s so unexpected and hot. My hands stay in his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing.
He gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes, his eyes a scorching smoky gray.
Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move into the robe, skimming me and moving to my behind. The robe abandons my nudity leaving me all open and exposed to him. I quickly close my eyes not ready to see his reaction. A few seconds later, I am curious to see his face so I open them.
He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact. He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between my thighs. I feel him.
There.
“You smell so good,” he murmurs and closes his eyes, a look of pure pleasure on his face, and I practically convulse. He reaches up and tugs the duvet off the bed, then pushes me gently so I fall onto the mattress.
Still kneeling, he grasps my foot. I raise myself up on my elbows to see what he’s doing. I’m panting… wanting. He lifts my foot by the heel and runs his thumbnail up my instep. It’s almost painful, but I feel the movement echoing in my groin. I gasp. Not taking his eyes off mine, again he runs his tongue along my instep and then his teeth. Shit. I groan… how can I feel this, there. I fall back onto the bed, moaning. I hear his soft chuckle.
“Oh, Arya, what I could do to you,” he whispers. He then stands and removes my jeans. I am lying in his bed naked and he’s staring down at me.
“You’re very beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.” His voice is soft, challenging, a delicious sensual threat.
Holy shit. His words. He’s so seductive. He takes my breath away.
He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeans down, his eyes on mine the whole time. He leans down over me and, grasping each of my ankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs. He hovers over me. I am squirming with need.
“Keep still,” he murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses up, over my wet slit.
Oh… I can’t keep still. How can I not move? I wriggle beneath him.
“We’re going to have to work on keeping you still, baby.” He trails kisses up my belly, and his tongue dips into my navel. Still, he’s heading north, kissing me across my torso.
My skin is burning. I’m flushed, too hot, too cold, and I’m clawing at the sheet beneath me. He lay down beside me, and his hand trails up from my hip to my waist, and up to my breast. He gazes down at me, his expression unreadable, and gently cups my breast.
“You fit my hand perfectly, baby,” he murmurs. His finger moves to my other breast and repeats the process. My breasts swell and my nipples harden under his steady gaze.
“Very nice,” he whispers appreciatively, and my nipples harden even more.
He blows very gently on one as his hand moves to my other breast, and his thumb slowly rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it. I groan, feeling the sweet sensation all the way to my groin. I am so wet. Oh please, I beg internally as my fingers clasp the sheet tighter. His lips close around my other nipple and he tugs, I nearly convulse.
He continues his slow, sensual assault. My nipples bear the delicious brunt of his deft fingers and lips, setting alight every single nerve ending in my body so that my whole body sings with the sweet agony.
He just doesn’t stop.
“Oh… please,” I beg, and I pull my head back, my mouth open as I groan, my legs stiffening. Holy hell, what’s happening to me?
“Let go, baby,” he murmurs. His teeth close around my nipple, and his thumb and finger pull hard, and I fall apart in his hands, my body convulsing and shattering into a thousand pieces. He kisses me, deeply, his tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries.
My breathing is still ragged as I come down from my orgasm. His hand moves down my waist, to my hips, and then cups me, intimately… Jeez. His finger slips through the fine lace and slowly circles around me – there. Briefly, he closes his eyes, and his breathing hitches.
“You’re so deliciously wet. God, I want you.” He thrusts his finger inside me, and I cry out as he does it again and again. He palms my clitoris, and I cry out once more.
“You are so fucking tight,” he hisses.
Is that good or bad?
“Are you a virgin?” his question brings me back to earth. Does it change things if I am? Things have been going so well.
“Answer me,” his voice is a commanding low growl. I swallow a lump forming in my throat.
“Yes,” my voice comes out hoarse, louder than I intended for it to be.