Logan
THERE IS NOTHING more satisfying than coming home from work and finding a warm dinner from your woman.
“I made it myself,” she says, pulling a chair for me. She looks so domestic a widely… There is something got about that.
She has her hair covered and on her dress an apron. I can’t stop looking at her.
“Are you scared that it might be horrible?” she asks, I raise an eyebrow at her.
“Don’t worry, I have a lot of practice when it comes to cooking. I promise it won’t be as horrible as you think,” she says serving me the food from the dishes on the table. The aroma itself is enough to get my mouth watering.
“I haven’t said anything. You are the one planting the thought in my head. Why do you sound so unsure yet you said you have experience in this,” I tell her.
“I do, it’s just that I haven’t cooked in quite some time. I think I might be somehow out of practice,” she says.
“Well, have you tasted it yet?” I ask.
“No,” she says, putting cutlery on a plate.
“What? Why?” now I kinda have a reason to worry.
“Because I wanted you to have the first taste,” she says.
“Is that some sort of privilege?”
“Yeah,” she nods.
“Um… I am honoured,” sounding as unsure as I am. It gets her giggling. Well, at least she finds the humour it in. She looked tensed when she met me.
“Come on, have a taste,” she says, putting for me a fork on my plate. With a shrug, I dig into it.
It tastes better than anything I have had in this house ever since… Since mom. Why does this have to take me back all those years?
“What do you think?” she asks.
“It tastes like mom’s cooking,” I tell her sincerely. She just widens her eyes at me looking dumbfounded.
“I don’t know why but when I put it in my mouth, it took me many years back when mom would cook for us, and serve us like this,” I say.
“Oh,” is all that she says.
“I always loved it when she would cook. There was something special about her good, even if she would use the same ingredients, like the cooks here,” I add, and take in another mouth full, taking my time to chew and feel myself go back in time.
Arya watches me with her hands on both cheeks, using her elbows to support herself on the table. She looks like a happy child enjoying get a favourite show. Her hair stands to escape from the cloth she has used to cover her hair, falling on her face. My fingers itch to smooth them behind her ears. She looks a hell of sexy. She looks mesmerized by watching me devour the food she prepared.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I ask, realizing that she hasn’t touched the plate she served herself. She has just been watching me the entire.
“Oh, watching you enjoy my food is satisfying enough,” she responds with a bright smile.
“Don’t be coy, Arya. You need the food for what I have in mind for you tonight,” I tell her. That makes her eyes grow impossibly wide.
“As always, I am so excited to know what you are planning for tonight,” she says, bending her head to the side to give me an expectant look.
“Well, you might not be able to handle it if you don’t eat. I doubt if optically feeding on me will give you enough energy,” I tell her.
“Okay, I am eating,” she cuts me off, forking her food and filling her mouth with food. I can’t help smiling at how she looks. God, she is just perfect. Whether wifely or domestic, she is still such a turn-on, I can’t stop stealing glances at her the entire time at the table.
She pours me a glass of wine and herself too.
“I would like to make a toast,” she says, out of the blue. I pay her attention.
“Cheers to us!” she shrieks happily.
“To us!” I say, clicking my glasses and sipping.
Whoa! For a moment I am absorbed in her mood, being jolly and forgetting everything outside this dining room, as it’s only the two of us that exist.
It looks like a happily ever after; it’s like a fairy tale… It had never been in my wildest dreams to get such a mate who would put my world upside down. Everything seems unbelievable. I hope it is always like this forever.
Sometimes it scares the hell out of me knowing how much effect this woman has on me, and how far I can go for her, how she has made me change so much and how she has given me a new perspective on life and a better reason to live.
My mate.
IT IS NOT LONG before I have her hoisted on the dining table with her legs wrapped around my waist. I kiss her reverently as if my next breath depends on this. I just want to be so close to her. I wish I could have a more close contact than this physical touching. I wish I could just enter her skin, I feel like that is the only way I can be so close to her.
I untie her apron and throw it clumsily on the food. My hands are under her dress, touching everywhere I can find skin.
“Logan, I,” she tries to talk but I cover her mouth with mine once more and kiss her. She pulls away from the kiss and breathes.
“Wait!” she places her palm on my chest a as if it would even stop me.
“I need to clear the table,” she says.
“Someone will surely come and do it,” I tell her, pecking her cheeks.
“No, I am the one who is responsible for this. I should clear the table myself. Besides, there is a desert. I prepared desert,” she struggles to say out all those words quickly before I attack her once more.
“Did you know?”
“Yes, and it is part of the meal,” she responds.
“Well, fuck desert! I would rather I had you for dessert,” I say, calming her ass through her panties.
“Don’t talk like that about food, and I doubt if I am tasty enough to replace the dessert in the kitchen,” she says.
“Oh, I know very well that you are tastier than any dessert that has ever existed. Let me have you,” I tell her.
“Logan, please. Don’t do this,” she pleads but her body tells me otherwise. I can’t scent her arousal way above the aroma of the food and the wine. It is madding and intoxicating. It makes me as horny as fuck!
The door clicks open, and Arya struggles to get out of my hold but I resist her struggle and keep us in this position just to show whoever is fucking intruding to fucking acknowledge premises in this house.
A servant fumbles with a food cart which has, I presume, our dessert. She looks goddamned nervous and embarrassed. She is guilty. She quickly lowers her head in respect of walking on her Alpha and Luna making out.
“Ah… I am so sorry, Alpha,” she stammers.
With force, Arya manages to push me off her. She gets onto her feet and walks to the door where the servant is frozen in fear.
“I am so sorry Luna. Have pardon on me,” she says, keeping her head low when Arya gets to her.
“No, it’s okay. I will handle this. Just go ahead and do your work,” Arya talks to her, getting her hands on the dessert and carrying it over to the table. She servant quickly gets away, closing the door behind her.
“I think I have no more appetite for that,” I tell her.
“What? Come on, Logan,” putting some apple pie on a plate for me. “Just a bite.”
“Do you want me to feed you?” she says wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
Knowing that she won’t give up, I chose to have a bite just to impress her.
After that, she quickly collects the plates and clears the table. She heads out into the kitchen, leaving me behind with my glass of wine.
“So, now that that is over with, you can give me a briefing about what you have in mind for tonight. I am dying to know,” she says when she comes back.
“Are you now?” I raise an eyebrow at myself.
“Don’t tell me you have had a change of mind? I hope I didn’t ruin your appetite,” she says.
“Well, I have already had my dessert. I am sure I don’t have room for more,” I say, twirling the glass in my hands. She frowns and gets up picking her apron from the floor.
“You are so annoying!” she mutters and heads for the door.
“I will be in the bathroom if you need me,” she says before going out of the room. Wow! That took a sharp twist.
My phone vibrates with an incoming call from Kurt. I answer it.
He says that he needs to meet me for an urgent issue. He says he needs to come over so that we can discuss it, and it surely can’t wait till tomorrow. I tell him to meet me in my office.
I place the glass of wine on the table and walk away from it. The last thing I want is to be drunk while I discuss important matters with my gamma.
On my way to my office, I can’t stop imagining my mate naked in the shower. I hope she is not waiting for me because this will take some time. Anyway, I doubt that; she didn’t look to be desperately needy when I tried to get her into the mood. I think she will be fine.
Whatever Kurt wants to say to me, I hope it isn’t something to worry about. I already have a lot going on.