Forty

Logan
I went to the gym immediately after managing a few hours of sleep. I felt completely exhausted after the sleepless night. I could feel the effect down to my bones. After a complete hour in the indoor gym, I feel refreshed and much better.
The events of last night haunted me the whole night. It still disturbs me that my mate has such a mindset about me. I didn’t intend for last night to end up the way it did. I had hoped for better. I had hoped for a warm and intimate night so we can make up for the time we lost, but it turned out otherwise. Arya had to run away from me once more. I didn’t stop her this time either. She will have to learn on her own that running away from one’s problems doesn’t make them any less, it just makes them bigger. I know she went to her boyfriend. I wonder where she would have run too if she wasn’t here. Oh, she has another friend. He would have been more honoured to host her. Arya has the most effective ways to get on my nerves.
I won’t deny that I missed her sleeping next to me when I was well aware she was sleeping in a room in this house just a floor below. I could have shown up and brought her back but that would have been too melodramatic do that best friend to handle. She probably needs the space.
In the bedroom, I sip down the rest of the water remaining in the bottle and throw it in the trash can in the corner.
The door opens slowly and Arya perps in. I cock my head to the side to see her beautiful face. She opens it wider and leans against the frame, her long legs cross nervously below my shirt. Her hair is dishevelled and she looks fresh out of bed. She looks… breathtaking. I can’t take my eyes off her now that she has pulled that naughty lop between her teeth. At that moment, I forget whatever reason I was mad at her.
“Good morning,” she says, sounding more like a question than a greeting.
“Good morning,” I respond, and put my hands on my waist. She doesn’t move from where she is.
“Are you still mad at me?” she asks.
“Yes,” I responded sincerely.
“Are you going to stay mad at me?”
“It depends on how much you keep posting me off,” I respond.
“I am sorry for last night, okay? I know what I did was wrong. I know I have just your feelings. You have done so much for me and my family and my entire pack. I shouldn’t have thought of you as I did. Please stop being mad at me,” she says, crossing and uncrossing her legs at intervals while she speaks.
I take in a deep breath while I watch her fumble with the messy strand of hair falling across her face.
“I can’t stay mad at you Arya. You know you are my biggest weakness,” I confess, throwing my hands in the air in surrender.
“I forgive you,” I say. Her lips stretch into a shy smile.
“Come here,” I beckon her.
Closing the door behind her, she runs into my open arms. She wraps her hands around my neck, hugging me tightly. I carry her off the ground realizing how she is struggling on her tiptoes to adjust to my height. She wraps her legs around my waist.
I duck my head in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, letting my wolf awake in recognition of his mate. He has missed her, and so have I.
I sniff her hair and go back to her neck, where my mark lies. I kiss her thread and lick the spot. She tilts her neck to the side to give me more access.
I go ahead to kiss her jaw up to her temple. I pull away and look her in the eyes.
“You smell so good,” she murmurs. I can’t help the grin that spreads on my face.
“I have been in the gym and I haven’t bathed yet. Are you being sarcastic?” I inquire. She gives me a bright grin.
“I love how you smell regardless. I am telling the truth,” she says, and then buries her face in my chest.
“Really?” I highly doubt that.
“Mmm,” she groans.
I place her on the table so that I am standing between her legs.
“Okay, then,” I shrug out of my shirt and let her eyes feed on my body. Her mouth opens in a small o.
It never stops amazing me how Arya reacts to my nakedness. It gets her surprised all the time.
Leaning down, I attack her mouth without warning. I capture her lips between mean, relishing the taste of them, the taste of my mate. I swivel my tongue inside her mouth and she opens up for me. Like this, I capture her in a soul-consuming kiss that leaves us moaning with lust, with the desire for each other. My fingers dig into her hips, pulling her closer into my groin which is already aching with the need for her. She groans and the sound reverberates down my throat. Our tongues swirled together in a dancing motion to their rhythm, the rhythm that only they can understand.
Arya’s hands are in my hair, threading through and tagging, massaging and pulling me closer to her. She has got me captured, captured in the taste of her mouth. She has got me tantalized by the way her mouth consumes me with hunger as if her life depends on this kiss.
When we both pull away, my mind is clouded with lust for my mate. I can’t think of anything else.
Arya’s brown pupils are even bigger when she looks into my eyes. She is trying to catch her breath.
Tentatively, her hands caress my face in lazy gentle strokes.
“I shouldn’t have left last night. I felt like you were with me the whole night. I could feel your presence,” she whispers.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, I dreamed about you.”
“What was I doing in your dream? Was it a nightmare?”
“No. It was a sweet dream. You were making love to me,” she replies. Now that is something for me to be surprised about. I remember her asking me to do that last night, but my mind was just clouded with anger, I could not even bare to touch her.
“How was I? Was I good?” I can’t help asking.
“Of course, you were slow and careful, too careful, as if you were afraid I was going to break,” she responds, her cheeks turning cherry red with all the blushing.
“You wanted me to be rough?”
“A bit. I wanted some rough fuck but you just wanted to torture me by teasing and being very careful. You fucked me through the night and gave me multiple orgasms,” she responds.
“Well, that sounds a lot like me. Poor Penelope, I hope you didn’t dream talking or else you might have tortured her the whole night.” She laughs.
“I don’t dream talk but I can’t be sure I didn’t last night,” she says.
“Now, that you are here, I might consider your need for my rough hands. Would you want that?” I ask, my hands tentatively creeping under the shirt, roughly palming her thighs.
“Yes, I would, very much,” she sucks in a breath.
“Mmm… I see,” I continue to massage her like that.
“But first I need a shower,” I say, sweeping her off to the bathroom. “Would you like to join me?” She nods yes.
In the bathroom, I place her onto her feet. I pull the shirt over her head, leaving her in only her panties. I kiss her once more before turning on the shower. The water is warm, a good temperature. Holding her hand, I lead her under the water. Water Cascades over over and my pants soak, sticking to my legs, outlining my erection very well.
Under the shower, smoothing her wet hair away from her neck, I lean forward, and with my tongue, I taste the water running off her skin, from her neck to her hairline.
She tastes so good.
I run my lips along the length of her shoulder, kissing and sucking, as my arousal strains against my zipper. She braces her hands on the tiles and groans while I kiss my favorite spot beneath her ear, my mark of ownership.
“So beautiful,” I whisper in her ear. She rolls her head to one side, exposing her neck and throat, and she pushes her breasts into the palms of my hands. She reaches around, and she finds my erection.
Sucking in a breath, I push my impatient cock into her hands. The feel of her fingers through the soaking fabric is erotic.
Gently, I tug on her nipples, first between my thumb and forefinger, then pinch them between my fingers. She whimpers, loud and clear, as they harden and lengthen under my touch.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Let me hear you, baby.
She grabs the body wash and squirts some into her hand. Gazing up at me, asking for permission, she waits.
Okay. We’re doing this.
I take a deep breath and nod.
With aching tenderness, she places her hand on my chest and slowly she rubs in the soap, skimming small circles on my skin.
After a beat, I clasp her hips and watch her face. Her concentration. Her compassion. It’s all there. My breathing accelerates.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“Yes.” I squeeze the word out.
Her hands flow across my body to wash my underarms, my ribs, down over my belly, and down farther, to the waistband of my pants.
I exhale. “My turn.” Moving us out of the shower stream, I reach for the shampoo. I squirt some onto her head and begin massaging the soap into her hair. She closes her eyes and makes an appreciative noise deep in her throat.
I chuckle, and it’s cathartic. “You like?”
“Hmm…”
“Me, too.” I kiss her forehead and continue kneading her scalp. “Turn around.” She obeys immediately, and I continue to wash her hair. When I’m done, her head is covered in suds. I ease her under the shower once more. “Lean your head back.”
Ana complies, and I rinse out all the soap.
There is nothing I love more than taking care of my girl.
In every way.
She turns around and grabs the waistband of my pants. “I want to wash all of you,” she says. I hold up my hands in surrender.
I’m yours, Arya. Take me.
She undresses me, freeing my erection-and my pants and boxers join the rest of our clothes on the shower floor.
“Looks like you’re pleased to see me,” she says.
“I’m always pleased to see you, baby,”
We beam at each other while she grabs and soaps a sponge. She surprises me a little when she starts at my chest, and she works her way down to my ready cock.
Oh yes.
She drops the sponge and her hands are on me.
Fuck.
I close my eyes as she tightens her fingers around me. I flex my hips and groan.
I open my eyes and pin her with my gaze. I grasp her waist and pull her against my body and kiss her.
My hand, wet and slick with soap, travels down her body, over her breasts, her belly, down to her sex. I tease her with my fingers while I consume her mouth and her tongue, keeping her head in place with my other hand.
I slip my fingers inside her and she moans in my mouth.
“Yes,” I hiss. She’s ready. I lift her, my hands on her backside. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” She does as she’s told, wrapping around me like warm, wet silk. I brace her against the wall.
We’re skin on skin.
“Eyes open. I want to see you.” She peers up at me, her pupils large and full of need. Slowly I sink into her, keeping my eyes on hers. I pause. Holding her on me. Holding her up. Feeling her.
“You are mine, Arya.”
“Always.”
Her answer makes me feel ten feet tall.
Leaning down, I kiss her and ease out of her, taking my time. Savoring her. She closes her eyes and tilts back her head as we move together.
Us.
Together.
As one.
I speed up. Needing more. Needing her. Enjoying her. Loving her. Her small cries spur me on, telling me she’s climbing higher and higher. With me. Taking me.
She cries out when she comes, her head back against the wall, and I follow her, finding my release and burying my face in her neck.
Carefully, I sink to the floor as the water stream rains down on us. I hold her face in my hands and I can see that she’s crying.
Baby.
I kiss away each tear