Arya
Logan slowly enters me, and I can feel each and every inch of his thick phallus.
His arms wrap themselves around me, almost painfully. As he slides inside me fully, we both freeze, only to pull out and rush in, harder. I moaned as my arousal and pleasure mixed with pain. God! I didn’t know how much I missed him being inside me until now.
His hips hasten, and his breath with them. The wonderful friction I feel is rippling in waves across my entire body. Suddenly, he slows down, and I exhale with relief. He turns me in a swift move so that I am lying on my belly.
Logan’s hand slides underneath me, raising my hips, and his knee spread my legs wider.
“Show me that beautiful ass of yours,” he breathed into my ear, caressing my other hole.
I startle. Is he going to try something I wasn’t ready for?
“Logan,” I whispered fearfully, looking back at him.
He grabs my hair and pushes my head into the pillow.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he breathes, leaning over me. “We’re going to get there, but not tonight.”
Slowly and rhythmically he pushes himself against me, bending my spine so that my butt thrusts upward.
“Oh yes,” he pants with excitement, holding my hips tighter.
I immediately fall in love with this position, and the control he exerts over my body in this position made me equally afraid and aroused. I can feel his crotch on my ass and it is arousing as hell.
He bends down a bit, sliding one hand over my clit. I spread my legs even wider so he can play with me.
He is an expert and knows perfectly well where to aim his hand to take me to the brink of ecstasy. I grab the pillow harder, unable to bear the frantic pace of his hips. I moan and am writhing beneath him, calling out in gibberish.
“Not yet, Arya,” he said and turns me over. “I want to see you orgasm.”
Logan slides both hands under me and hugs me tightly as his manhood slides inside and out, harder and faster until I feel myself contracting inside. I swing my head back and allowed another orgasm to take me over.
“Logan,” I moan.
He pushes at me twice as hard. I can feel him close on my heels, but I can’t stop the rapture any more. I scream, my body tightening as I come, and Logan’s hips don’t stop stroking, impaling me. Another stroke, and another. I hear ringing in my ears. It is too much. With a wild howl, I came for the third time and my sweaty body collapses to the mattress.
Logan slows down, becoming almost lazy in his movements. He clutches my wrists and lifts my arms, towering over me on his knees and observing my breasts-satisfied and triumphant.
He smiles and tightened his grip on my wrists.
“I am not yet done with you,” he says, and picks up the pace, pushing wildly again.
A while later, I feel him spilling inside me with a warm wave. When he was finished, he collapsed onto me, sweaty and burning.
I frantically try to gather my thoughts. I want to wrest myself from under him, but his weight doesn’t let me move.
Logan pulls back for a second and looks me in the eyes. I don’t know whether to feel anger or fear for this man after what just happened.
He unties my hands, and I realize he had used his shirt. Quite an improviser he is. I try to stretch them but they hurt. There are reddish marks where my hands were tied.
“Don’t worry, they heal quickly. They probably won’t be there in the morning,” he says.
Speaking of marks… I wanted to mark him before he got this stupid mood swing. Sudden fury surges through me.
“What’s happening, Arya?” he asks, his eyes searching for an answer in mine.
“You don’t want to know. Now get off me already!” I jerk, trying to escape his clutch, but he doesn’t budge. His eyes are cold again-the ruthless alpha returned-and fighting him made no sense at all.
“I want to be on top,” I say through clenched teeth, grabbing his ass.
He watched my face for a while longer, finally wrapping his arm around my waist and turning us over, never slipping out of me. He reclines, lifting his arms, just like I had a while ago.
“I’m all yours,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “I don’t know what made you so angry, but if you need some control over me to calm down, here you go,” he added, opening one eye.
Slowly I rose above him, falling back down onto his hard cock. What he has said amuses me, but at the same time, I grow disoriented. I am still angry, too. I clamp my right hand over his cheeks like a vice and squeezed hard. His eyes stay closed, but he starts to clench and unclench his jaw. Steadily, I lift myself and slid right back down, letting him slide deeper inside. I wanted him to know what I feel.
I push myself up, and when he feels what I am doing, he opens his eyes. I shoot him a warning glare and pick up the tie from the floor. His cock starts to throb.
“Sit up,” I order, sitting astride him.
Calmly, Logan does as he is told, crossing his arms behind his back, as if knowing what I was about to do.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks me in a tone more serious than normal.
I chose to ignore his question and tie his hands so hard he hissed with pain.
I slide down over his torso and abdomen, finally feeling him entering my snatch, dripping with his seed. His cock was hard, thick, and fit my pussy perfectly. I moaned, wrapping my arms around his back, and sat him up. I could feel him helping me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to pull him toward me on my own. Grabbing the headboard, I pull us closer to the padding on the wall and lean his back over it. In this position, I can feel him so deep inside me.
I grab Logan by the hair and slowly started to rub my clit against his belly. His cocj gently rose inside me, and I pushed against it faster and harder. I fucked him, holding him by the hair with one hand and by the throat with the other. Logan was breathing heavily. I could feel him edging closer to the end.
Without warning, I attack his neck. I hear him gasp and go rigid when my fangs get into contact with his skin. Closing my eyes to savour this moment, I let them sink into his neck.
I want this to be perfect.
I taste his salty blood on my tongue. My mind is swimming in ecstasy, I keep sucking. At the same moment, I can feel everything in the room, Logan’s heartbeat, my heart beating, his breathing, my breathing, his moans…
I get a hazed playback of our first mating, the run, and when he marked me. I seem to have lost contact with the earth. I can see my mate, smiling at me and his love for me burning in his eyes. The love looks so real, so powerful, tears fill up my eyes.
I can’t explain the strange feeling… it is just heavy.
My entire body is alert, my nipples harden painfully and the insides of my lower belly quiver. I feel Logan’s hands on my ass, riding me up and down onto him at a frantic quick pace.
I am back on earth.
I groan as Logan palms my ass while I begin to climax. A second later, Logan fills me up to the brim letting out a mighty roar, and I feel his arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing me against him and kissing me greedily. He moves his hands over my ass and rocked my hips gently. I lick at the wound I just created and not leaving a single drop of blood.
When I pulled back to look into his eyes, I feel a tsunami wave of orgasm rolling over me. I wasn’t able to move anymore-my whole body was spasming, with every muscle taut and hard as steel. Logan was impaling me on himself hard and fast until I grew limp and collapsed into his arms in a heap. As we sat in silence, he stroked my back very gently.
“When did you free your hands?” I ask my face resting on his shoulder.
“As soon as you were done with the tying,” he replies with a chuckle, but he sounds tired. “You’re not particularly good at this, Arya. I, on the other hand, am something of an expert on tying and untying.”
We stay like this, silent. I am still trying to recover from the out-of-this-world experience of marking my mate and all the multiple orgasms that I just had. I have never known this sexually aggressive, but I guess the list for my mate has taken a toll on me. I give out a long yawn. God, I am so sleepy.
Pushing himself to his feet with me still wrapped around him. Kissing me on the lips, cheeks, and hair, Logan carries me to the bathroom. He puts me down in the shower and turns the water on.
“We should go lie down,” he said, spreading soap over my skin. “You look like you might sleep off right here right now,” he says, delicately washing me, trailing his hand between my legs.” I give him a small sleepy smile.
Logan throws on some drawstring pants and gives me one of his T-shirts to sleep in. He pulls off the bedspread from the bed, crumps it and throws it in the corner. We’ve definitely spoilt that. He pushes the duvets aside and I clamber into the bed. Feeling too comfortable, I close my eyes. I have never been so sleepy or tired in my life. Logan gets also gets in and pulls me into his chest.
“Goodnight, Baby,” he murmurs, kissing my hair. I am too sleepy to respond. I fall asleep immediately.