Arya
I blink awake and the surroundings are oddly familiar. There is heavy breathing on my neck which startles me. I try to turn but a sharp pain shoots through.
My mark!
Logan.
Everything floods back into my mind afresh. The run, the mark, the sex… Oh, the sex.
My virginity! Shit!
I try to turn but I am captured in big strong arms. Logan’s arms. I would have loved to stay and enjoy the cuddle but I have a strong urge to pee. Throwing the duvet off myself and try to put my legs on the floor. Logan turns, pulling me back into the bed as if I am weightless.
“Why does it look like you are trying to escape?” Logan says before opening his eyes.
“I just want to go to the bathroom and I can’t break out of this prison,” I say, and try again to get his hands off me. He chuckles and then lets me go.
After easing myself, I walk to the shower, feeling so familiar with the bathroom’s environment.
The door opens and Logan comes in, all naked in his glory. My cheeks turn cherry red when he catches me staring.
“Liking what you see, eh?” he cocks his head to the side, giving me a side smirk. I quickly look away.
We hardly even have a proper bath. I knew it when he walked in through that door.
Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinely formed, that is My mate.
His erection was tamed, but still substantial… wow. He wraps a small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy white towel for me. Climbing out of the bath, I take his proffered hand. He wraps me in the towel, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I long to reach round and embrace him… touch him… but he has my arms trapped in the towel. I’m soon lost in his kiss. He cradles my head, his tongue exploring my mouth.
He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. He looks lost.
“Are you still sore?” he whispers fervently.
I frown, not understanding. Oh, now I get it.
“Not so much”
“Good.”
He kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before he stands back and stares at me, blinking slightly. He takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom, leaving me reeling, so I follow him meekly. Stunned. He really wants this.
In his bedroom, he stares down at me as we stand by his bed.
“Trust me?” he asks suddenly. I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust him. What’s he going to do to me now? An electric thrill hums through me.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. He steps away into his closet and comes back with- a tie?
“Knit your hands together in front of you,” he orders as he peels the towel off me and throws it on the floor.
I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His eyes are bright with wild excitement. He tugs at the binding. It’s secure. What now?
My pulse has gone through the roof, my heart beating a frantic tattoo. He runs his fingers down my jaw.
“You look so gorgeous, Arya. You have no idea how much I have fantasies trying to on my bed. Being this helpless and awaiting my every move,” he whispers and moves forward. Instinctively, I move back until I feel the bed against the back of my knees. He drops his towel, but I can’t take my eyes off his face. His expression is ardent, full of desire.
“Oh, Arya, what shall I do to you?” he whispers as he lowers me onto the bed, lying beside me, and raises my hands above my head.
“Keep your hands up here, don’t move them, understand?” His eyes burn into mine, and I’m breathless from their intensity.
“Answer me,” he demands, his voice soft.
“I won’t move my hands.” I’m breathless.
“Good girl,” he murmurs and deliberately licks his lips slowly. I’m mesmerized by his tongue as it sweeps slowly over his upper lip. He’s staring into my eyes, watching me, appraising me. He leans down and plants a chaste, swift kiss on my lips.
“I’m going to kiss you all over, baby,” he says softly, and he cups my chin, pushing it up giving him access to my throat. His lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my fresh mark, to the small dip at the base of my neck. My body leaps to attention… everywhere. My heated blood pools low in my belly, between my legs, right down there. I groan.
I want to touch him. I move my hands and rather awkwardly, given I’m restrained, feel his hair. He stops kissing me and glares up at me, shaking his head from side to side, tutting as he does. He reaches for my hands and places them above my head again.
“Don’t move your hands, or I will just make it stiffer so that you won’t move a bit,” he scolds me mildly.
Oh, he’s such a tease.
“I want to touch you.” My voice is all breathy and out of control.
“I know,” he murmurs. “Keep your hands above your head,” he orders, his voice forceful.
He cups my chin again and starts to kiss my throat as before. Oh… he’s so frustrating.
His hands run down my body and over my breasts as he reaches the dip at the base of my neck with his lips. He swirls the tip of his nose around it then begins a very leisurely cruise with his mouth, heading south, following the path of his hands, down my sternum to my breasts. Each one is kissed and nipped gently and my nipples are tenderly sucked.
My hips start swaying and moving of their own accord, grinding to the rhythm of his mouth on me, and I’m desperately trying to remember to keep my hands above my head.
“Keep still,” he warns, his breath warm against my skin. Reaching my navel, he dips his tongue inside, and then gently grazes my belly with his teeth. My body bows off the bed.
“Hmm. You are so sweet, baby girl.”
His nose glides along the line between my belly and crotch, biting me gently, and teasing me with his tongue. Sitting up suddenly, he kneels at my feet, grasping both my ankles and spreading my legs wide.
Holy shit.
He grabs my left foot, bends my knee, and brings my foot up to his mouth.
Watching and assessing my every reaction, he tenderly kisses each of my toes and then bites each one of them softly on the pads. When he reaches my little toe, he bites harder, and I convulse, whimpering. He glides his tongue up my instep – and I can no longer watch him.
It’s too erotic. I’m going to combust. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to absorb all the sensations he’s creating. He kisses my ankle and trails kisses up my calf to my knee, stopping just above. He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive, mind-blowing process.
“Oh, please,” I moan as he bites my little toe, the action resonating deep in my belly.
“All good things come in time,” he breathes.
This time he doesn’t stop at my knee, he continues up the inside of my thigh, pushing my thighs apart as he does. And I know what he’s going to do, and part of me wants to push him off because I’m mortified and embarrassed. And part of me is glorying in anticipation. He turns to my other knee and kisses his way up my thigh, kissing, licking, sucking, and then he’s between my legs, running his nose up and down my sex, very softly, very gently. I writhe… oh my.
He stops, waiting for me to calm down. I do and raise my head to gaze at him, my mouth open as my pounding heart struggles to come out.
“Do you know how intoxicating you smell?” he murmurs, and keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his nose into my crotch and inhales.
I flush scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can’t watch him do that!
He blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh fuck…
“Oh… please,” I beg.
“Hm, I like it when you beg me, Arya.”
I groan.
I hear the wicked grin in his voice, and while my body is singing from his words, his tongue starts to slowly circle my clitoris as his hands hold down my thighs.
“Aargh!” I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of his tongue.
He swirls his tongue round and round, again and again, keeping up the torture. I’m losing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potent powerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and he slips his finger inside me, and I hear his growling groan.
“Oh, baby. I love that you’re so wet for me.”
He moves his finger in a wide circle, stretching me, pulling at me, his tongue mirroring his actions, round and round, I groan. It is too much… My body begs for relief, and I can no longer deny it. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing my insides again and again. Holy fuck. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from view as the force of my climax renders everything null and void.
I am panting and vaguely realize when he very slowly eases into me and starts to move.
The feeling is sore and sweet, and bold and gentle all at once.
“How’s this?” he breathes.
“Fine. Good,” I breathe. And he really starts to move, fast, hard, and large, thrusting into me over and over, implacable, pushing me and pushing me until I am close to the edge again. I whimper.
His breathing is harsh, hard, raw at my ear, and I explode around him as he pounds rapidly into me.
“Arya,” he whispers, and he thrusts hard once more and groans as he reaches his climax, pressing himself into me. Then he stills, his body rigid.
Collapsing on top of me, I feel his full weight forcing me into the mattress. I pull my tied hands over his neck and hold him the best I can. I know in that moment that I would do anything for this man. I am his.
He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me, gray eyes intense.
“See how good we are together,” he murmurs. “This is how we were meant to be. You and me, like this. The moon goddess never makes mistakes.”
His words echo my thoughts. He strokes his nose against mine. I am still reeling from my extraordinary physical reaction to him, and I gaze up at him blankly, grasping for a coherent thought.
I never thought Alpha Logan could be such a lover.