Aya
“Arya!” Penny shrieks from the other side of the line.
“What?”
“Where the hell are you? I came up to see you but you were not there.”
Shouldn’t it be obvious to her now?
“This morning? What do you want this early?”
“I wanted to see you,”
“You’re lying.”
“Okay, you got me. I just wanted to borrow your Givenchy boots. Now tell me where the hell you are.”
“I am at Logan’s place,”
“ooh, did you spend the night? Did he mark you?”
“Yes,” I reply, making her shriek so loudly,
“Oh my God, bitch! Soon you will be Mrs. Conley. You are the Luna of the Blacktooth Guardians. Wait, how am I going to be showing up at Logan’s house to borrow your very expensive things that I can’t afford? I will be doomed!”
“Oh, come on. I don’t think anyone will hold anything against you if you came over here. Everyone here is friendly, except for the alpha himself.”
“They have to be. You are their luna.” When you come to think of it, they were not so nice when they dragged me over here with Jex on that fateful night. Anyway, they were the pack warriors and they were doing their duty. I can’t blame them.
“Anyway, let me not be the cause of distraction. Go ahead and attend to your mate. Call me when you get home so that you give me the very full details if you will go back home anyway.” She giggles.
“I will go home. I still live there,” I assure her.
“But that is only for the meantime. Wait, does the alpha know?”
“Yes, Logan told him,”
“Oh, so how did it go? How did your brother react?”
“I wasn’t there but Logan said that he surprisingly took it well. I don’t believe him though,” I reply. I don’t. I can’t think of Eric taking this easily unless he threatened him.
“That’s good news, babe. Everything is going to be alright,” she assures me. I hope so.
After the phone call, I don’t find Logan in the breakfast room. He has probably gone to take care of things. But where could be?
Why should I bother to wonder? I can easily find him if he is in the house. After marking me, I am more connected to him than ever.
Following his scent, I end up at his office door. The last time I was here, I didn’t like how it ended. I decide to be wise and knock this time.
“Come in,” his voice beams from inside. I let myself in. He is sitting behind a laptop, seeming busy until he looks up at me.
“What did Penny say?” he asks out of the blue.
“Seriously?”
“What? I am only curious. You want me to be a boyfriend. I am trying to be more involved in your life,” he responds.
“Being nosey doesn’t make you romantic.”
I hand him his phone.
“Kate is at home. I asked Jordan. I will get you, someone, to take you there,” he says, becoming nonchalant all of a sudden.
“Thanks,” I mumble and frown. He turns on his serious business mode and I am suddenly cold. He is concentrating on the screen in front of him. It’s just weird how much I need his attention to be one full time but I have got to be understanding, otherwise, it would be selfish of me.
“Do you want to go now or later?” he asks without looking at me.
“Later,” I reply. Now that got his attention. He cocks his head at an angle to look at me.
“Oh, what are you up to now?” My lips curve into an uncontrolled naughty smile. I instinctively pull my lips into my teeth to stop the unnecessary need to seduce my mate.
“I thought you were very sore,” he murmurs, his eyebrows knitted as if he meant for it to be a question.
That’s what I also thought I don’t dare to say a word. I am overwhelmed by the sudden wave of libido that sweeps over my body, making me so horny.
In a blink, Logan’s hand curves around my waist pulling me to him. He turns in his chair and adjusts so that I am standing in the middle of his legs.
“You can now give me a summary of what is going on in that mind because I can sense exactly what you want,” he says.
He ducks his face to my groin area and sniffs me. Sparks of electricity fly from my groin to my belly and spread up to the rest of my body. My nipples are so hard and sensitive. My whole skin contracts when I feel his hands on my bare legs under the dress. I swallow a moan.
He presses his face into my crotch and breathes in deeply.
“I can smell your arousal. You smell divine. I can scent you like this all day,” he murmurs, his words are almost inaudible because blood is pounding loudly in my ear. I can hear myself breathing.
His hands caress up to my inner thighs. I gasp. I don’t think my legs will be able to support me for long.
Instinctively, my hands reach for his soft neat hair, messing it up. I have no idea why that looks so satisfying.
His hands are up and cup my ass, massaging and stroking tentatively slow, teasing me.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, getting his hands off me. I groan with agony at lacking his touch.
“Yes,” I hiss. I have never been more goddamn sure in my life!
He gets up swiftly from his chair so that he is towering over me.
“Here? In my office?”
“I don’t give a fuck where,” I mumble.
His lips press to mine, and the minute his tongue touches mine, I need him. I just plain need him, and I don’t hold back. I kiss him back fervently and touch him.
He hoists me up and sits me on his desk, not breaking our kiss. His hands skim the band of my panties, and it is not long before they are gone. I gasp when cold air touches my wet sex. Logan holds my soaking-wet panties to his nose and inhales. The sight of it only is enough to make me practically drip down there.
He then quickly tucks the panties into his pocket and turns his attention back to horny me.
“I can’t believe you are making me do this. Never in my life have I ever dreamed fucking in my office,” he growls before attacking my neck with kisses.
His hands on my bare sex, fondling, teasing. I tilt my head back in ecstasy and let him do to my body what he does best. Only he knows exactly what to do to bring me the most intense pleasure. Only he can command my body like this.
“I am going to fuck you now,” he says, his voice strained.
“Yes,” I murmur with longing. He undoes his fly, as I lie panting on the table, knowing that he’s going to be rough.
I marvel once more at how I have managed-and yes, enjoyed- what he’s done to me up to this point. It’s so dark but so him.
He eases two fingers inside me and moves them in a circular motion. The feeling is exquisite. Closing my eyes, I revel in the sensation. I hear some fumbling and then he’s standing in front of me, between my legs, pushing them wider.
Slowly he sinks into me, filling me. I hear his groan of pure pleasure, and it stirs my soul. He grasps my hips firmly, eases out of me again, and this time slams back into me, causing me to cry out. He stills for a moment.
“Again?” he asks softly.
“Yes . . . I’m fine . . . take me with you,” I murmur breathlessly.
He moans low in his throat, eases out of me once more, then slams into me, and repeats this over and over slowly, deliberately-a punishing, brutal, heavenly rhythm.
He presses deep inside the wet heat of my body, my hand sliding up his back, fingers splayed between his shoulder blades, molding all of myself into every hard part of him.
“Logan” I murmur, my lips closing down on his, my tongue licking against his, in what becomes a drugging kiss that has nothing to do with fucking, and everything to do with how much this man is inside me.
At the moment, nothing else in this world is significant. It is just us. There is just hunger. Lust. His. Mine. Ours. And we savor it, and each other, with slow kisses, our bodies moving in a rough dance. My lips on his shoulder, his neck. My hand everywhere I can find him.
Oh fucking my . . . My insides begin to quicken.
I tangle my fingers in the silk of his hair and pull him closer, his mouth lingering one of those breaths from mine.
“What are you doing to me, woman?” he demands.
I kiss him again and the instant our tongues collide, there is a shift between us, the hunger turning darker and more demanding, and he drives into me, wild untamed. He is pulling me close to him, his face buried in my neck until I tremble on the verge of my release.
He feels it, too, and increases the rhythm, pushing me, higher, harder, faster-and I surrender, exploding around him-a draining, soul-grabbing orgasm that leaves me spent and exhausted.
I’m vaguely aware that Logan, too, is letting go, calling my name, his fingers digging into my hips, and then he stills and collapses on me. We sink to the floor, and he cradles me in his arms.
“Baby,” he breathes, covering my upturned face in soft feather-light kisses. I open my eyes and gaze up at him, and he wraps his arms tighter around me.
“Arya, you are going to unman me,” he says after we both manage to catch our breaths. I can’t stop the chuckle that escapes my throat. I can’t justify my actions. I am just so sexually addicted to my mate, and I don’t need to have a reason for needing him anytime, anywhere.
Disentangling himself from me, he stands up and zips up his fly.
“If you don’t mind, I will be in the bathroom cleaning myself, up. I don’t want my staff smelling sex on me,” he says with a crooked smile. He helps me off the desk and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips.
“I would have been delighted to take you with me but we both know how it will end,” he says before heading to the door.
Wait.
“My panties,” I ask. He gives me an evil smirk and then heads out of the room.
What the-?