Arya
“I want to make your dreams come true,” Logan whispers into my ear while carrying me into the bedroom.
Placing me on the bed, he climbs up and hovers over me. He unwraps the towel off me like a child unwrapping his Christmas gift.
I lean my head on a pillow and tentatively place my hand on the soft patch of hair over his sternum.
His strangled moan arouses me like nothing else.
He buries his head in my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me, before trailing his nose up my chin and kissing me, his tongue possessing my mouth, his hands moving over my body once more. His lips move down… down… down to my breasts, worshipping as they go, and my hands stay on his shoulders and his back, enjoying the flex and ripple of his finely honed muscles, his skin still damp from the shower. His lips close over my nipple, pulling and tugging so that it rises to greet his glorious skilled mouth.
I groan and run my fingernails across his back. And he gasps a strangled moan.
“Oh, fuck, Arya,” he chokes, and it was half cry, half groan. It tears at my heart, but also deep inside me, tightening all the muscles below my waist.
Oh, what I can do to him? My wolf is writhing with want and I’m panting now, matching his tortured breaths with my own.
His hand travels south, over my belly, down to my sex – and his fingers are on me, then in me. I groan as he moves his fingers around inside me, in that way, and I push my pelvis up to welcome his touch.
“Arya, my insatiable mate,” he breathes. I shamelessly arch my back so that his fingers go deeper. After what we have had in the bathroom, I still want more. I just can’t get enough of Logan. Sex with him is just toxic.
He suddenly releases me and sits up;
“Steady,” he says. “You are going to unman me, Arya.”
I marvel at what I can do to this man with my touch. He stretches out over me, and for now, my doubts are pushed down and locked away in the dark, scary depths at the back of my mind. I’m intoxicated with this man, my man, my mate. He shifts suddenly, completely taking me by surprise, so I am on top. Whoa
“You – take me,” he murmurs, his eyes glowing with a feral intensity.
Oh my, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, I lower myself onto him. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes as he groans. I grab his hands and start to move, reveling in the fullness of my possession, reveling in his reaction, and watching him unravel beneath me. I feel like a goddess. I lean down and kiss his chin, running my teeth along his stubbled jaw. He tastes delicious. He clasps my hips and steadies my rhythm, slow and easy.
“Arya, touch me… please.”
Oh. I lean forward and steady myself with my hands on his chest. And he calls out, his cry almost a sob, and he thrusts deep inside me.
“Ahh,” I whimper and run my fingernails gently over his chest, through the hair there, and he groans loudly and twists abruptly so I am once more beneath him.
Reaching up, I clasp his face in my hands, feeling the dampness on his cheeks, and pull him down to my lips so that I can kiss him. I curl my hands around his back.
I groan loudly, gutturally, and revel in the fullness of his possession. He puts his hands on mine on top of his chest, his elbows hold my arms out and down, and his legs opinion me. He’s everywhere, overwhelming me, almost suffocating. But it’s heavenly too, this is my power, this is what I do to him, and it’s a hedonistic, triumphant feeling.
He moves quickly and furiously inside me, his breathing harsh at my ear, and my body responds, melting around him. I mustn’t come. I want to hold onto this feeling… for a little bit longer. But I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, a perfect counterpoint. Abruptly, and all too soon, he rams into me, air hissing through his teeth.
He groans deep and low in his throat as he moves inside me, pushing me onward and upward, but I can’t find my release. My head is too cloudy, cloudy with issues. I am too wrapped up in him.
“Let go, Arya,” he urges me.
“No.”
“Yes,” he snarls. He shifts overpowering me; he turns us against that he is on top of me.
Holding my legs, he clasps them together and then bends them so that my thighs touch my belly and puts the legs on his shoulder.
If this position is not the most erotic one we have done so far, then I don’t know which one is.
In this position, I feel tighter, I feel his cock grazing my lips down there. The sounds of our wetness are even more audible, and this is enough to send me to my high.
He grinds into me relentlessly, his eyes never living mine while he pounds into me mercilessly.
“Fuck!” I groan when my insides begin to quiver.
His strokes start getting lazy and unsteady. He reaches down to my breasts and cups them in his hands lightly and gyrates his hips, again and again.
Jeez… argh!
“Come on baby, I need this. Give it to me.”
And I explode, my body a slave to his, and wrap myself around him, clinging to him like a vine as he cries out my name, and climaxes with me, then collapses, his full weight pressing me into the mattress.
I cradle him in my arms, his head on my chest, as we lie in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I run my fingers through his hair as I listen to his breathing return to normal.
“Was I this good?” he inquires out of the blue. “In your dream?” Oh.
“This has been much better,” I grin at him.
“I am glad to hear that,” he smirks.
When we are both calm, Logan turns us so that I am the one lying on his chest. Pulling the duvets over us, he kisses my forehead.
“So you may know, last night was a total loss for me. I feel sleepy as hell,” had says, grabbing my bare ass under the sheets.
“Me too,” I murmur, rubbing my groin against his belly. I can feel his manhood getting harder, regaining his erection.
“Don’t tease me, baby. You know, I wouldn’t hesitate making the part of the multiple orgasms come true,” he says.
“I am not sore,” I tell him, making his eyes dilate at me. I can’t help giggling at his reaction.
“If I go ahead to fuck you one more round, I promise you you won’t be able to walk the whole day. You will be sore, you won’t be able to remember what it was like not being sore,” he says.
“I would love that,” I tell him.
“I know you would, baby, but that would be good for another time. Now, your brother and you are friends are here. It wouldn’t be ethical telling them you couldn’t come to meet them because you are stuck in bed, sore to the bone,” he says. I laugh.
“That makes sense,” I murmur and break into a long yawn. Damn, I am sleepy.
“What plans do you have with Eric regarding home?” I ask, finding it weirdly comfortable to ask him now.
“I am going t med him briefly after breakfast to talk about it. I have been giving him time, you know. He has been very badly off, he had a lot of injuries but now he is fine enough to carry out his responsibilities as the Alpha of the Blue Blood pack,” he responds, running his fingers lazily through my hair. “We are going to first check out the place before we let the others go back home.”
“Was there a lot of damage during the attack? I feel like our pack is no more, like there are just ruins,” I inquire.
“Well, the extent of damage is according to how you take it to be. For instance, the pack house was burnt down. There was nothing in it that we could save. The vampires were efficient in lighting that fire, t didn’t want anything in it to survive. I am afraid your childhood home is no more,” he responds.
Oh.
It is just hard to take in when he says it like that.
The lack house is where I was bone and grew up. It had a lot of memories, everything I have ever owned. Tears cloud my eyes.
“Now, don’t be sad. You have another home. Here. With me, baby,” he says, trying to soothe me.
“I know, but that has been my home line forever. I was so attached to it. It had everything I ever owned, all my memories. It t is just hard to believe, you know,” say and quickly rub away the tear that escapes my eye.
“Don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine now. At least we managed to save what can not be replaced, that is life. A lot more was destroyed, homes and the woods that surrounded the pack house. The settlement outside the range of the pack’s headquarters was unaffected. The biggest part of the battle was around the pack headquarters,” he explains.
“You will see for yourself when we go there today. The rest of the pack that stayed behind has done some cleaning up and reconstruction. There is a need to construct a new pack house, but I will leave all that to your brother. It is his lack and he should be able to make the best choices regarding it,” he adds.
“I know, but I am sure he would readily take your opinion,” I tell him. Touching his face, I caress his hard cheeks.
“Thank you, Logan. For what you have done for me, for my brother, and our pack. I know we wouldn’t be here if it had not been for you. My brother wouldn’t be alive, I definitely wouldn’t be alive too and our pack would be no more, but you took the responsibility and fought for us like we were your own. Thank you for being the mate I never deserved. You are more than I wished for” He covers my mouth with his and pulls me into him.
“Don’t say anymore, baby. The mere fact that you are my mate, whatever is yours is mine. Your responsibilities are my responsibilities. Your problems are my problems. Your troubles are my troubles. Your enemies are my enemies, and your battles are my battles too. From the day I marked you and you marked me, we became one. You can never be alone because I am a part of you, we share all the highs and lows of this world,” he says, more of a confession. My heart melts at these words. They sound better than anything I have ever heard. They should be our wedding vows.
I kiss him once more.
“I love you, Logan,” I let out my deepest confusion.
“I love you, Arya,” he responds. I don’t try to hold back the tears that escape my eyes after hearing those words from him. I hug him so tightly, hoping to never let go.