Arya
Today, I paid a visit to Luna Eileen’s home. Her house’s not as big as ours but it has more embellishments than hours. Our house is like a bachelor’s house. I have been thinking a lot about adding a woman’s touch to it, just that I haven’t talked to Logan about it.
Eileen shows me around her house, the dining room, the living room, the sitting room, and her kitchen. I am mesmerized by the glamour in everything.
We talk about random things and she feeds me a tasty lunch from her favorite chef. In brief, I had a lot to learn and I enjoyed my visit. She informed me of the Luna circle meeting that is still being arranged. She promises to give me a call when they set the date and time.
On my drive back home, I feel like a reformed grown woman. I feel so responsible and motivated. I am resolved to spend more time with these experienced women who know how to handle such a position of being a Luna.
Logan has been at home the whole day, working in the office of the Alpha. He called for the council meeting and they touted the pack territory. They are organizing for a hunt when the new moon appears. It is like a festival, but I have never been to any of them before since I only got my wolf this year. The hunting expedition is led by the alpha and the Luna. All the pack members who have been initiated attend the hunt. It is performed by a pack on their own; with no guests from elsewhere and the hunting only takes place in the pack’s territory. I have a feeling that it is going to be so much fun since I have so far come to know many of the pack members. I have interacted with most of the families and I have received a lot of love in return. I am now sure that I can actually do this; mother the Blacktooth Guardians pack.
“How was your day?” Logan asks while walking to me, his sleeves rolled up. He is in a black shirt and black jeans and black boots. The man in black.
He looks hot and sweaty. His hands are wet, probably from washing them and his boots have soil on it.
“Very fruitful, but not like yours; judging by how worked up you look,” I respond. His lips stretch into a sexy smirk.
He pulls me roughly by the waist so that my body hits his. I place my hands on his slick chest, looking up into his eyes.
He quickly kisses my lips and pulls away, leaving me confused. I thought he was going to kiss me for real. Then I remember that we are outside and the men he has been working with are still around, some have stopped to look at us.
Fuck this!
Suddenly, I was pissed that Logan hesitates to show off his affection to me when we are in the public. I lick my lips and fold my hands in front of my chest.
“What have you been up to? ” I ask, trying to overshadow my disappointment.
“We have been checking on the woods. Some have been cut down, especially on the far side that stretches to the town. It is obvious that it is the humans. So we have been fencing that side of the road. I hope that it will help make their work difficult,” he replies. I nod, trying to fall into the conversation but I just want to pull Logan into the house so that I can get that shirt off him. It is so wet, and the way it sticks to his protruding muscles is enough of a temptation to make my figures itch to touch him. He made such a wrong choice of color for the weather; black. I wonder how he is feeling under those clothes. I would be burning up if I was the one covered in black.
“Oh, okay, you carry on. I will head on into the house,” I tell him.
“We are done with it,” he says, and then dismisses the guys.
“So, how is Eileen?” Logan asks me while we walk to our house.
“She is fine. Pretty as ever,” I respond.
“Seriously? She is like as old as my late mother,” he says, chuckling.
“I know but she gets younger each year that passes. She never grows old,” I tell him.
“Okay, do you want to tell me how the two of you spent your time together?” he asks.
“Well, she showed me around her house. She has the best home decor I have ever seen. It is like it is straight out of a magazine,” I tell him.
“Really? I have never thought of it as that,” he says, frowning a bit.
“Oh, come on. It’s good. It got me inspired,” I tell him.
“Inspired?” his eyebrows knit together.
“Yes, inspired,” I nod.
“So, you are thinking of changing the house decor?” he asks. I can’t tell how he feels about it so I can’t think of a proper response. What if he hates it?
“No, not entirely. I was just thinking that I could make some adjustments, you know, some decorations,” he cocks his head to one side and raises an eyebrow at me. “When we get married,” I add quickly and swallow a lump in my throat.
“Fucking shit!” I scream internally.
Logan’s face softens and he smiled at me.
“Why do you want to wait for the legal marriage, Arya? Do you still feel like a guest here? I mean, this is your house too. You can do whatever you want with it. Well, other than demolishing it. You have every right to all my property: my cars, my houses, and everything, baby. Whatever is mine is also yours,” he says, holding my hands in his.
Whoa…
“I was just thinking that the house is a little bit dull, you know. I was just thinking of adding a little bit of glam to it, especially in the sitting room and living room area. I am actually not planning to change the appearance of the house,” I tell him.
“Whatever you are up to, I am confident that it is a perfect choice. Go ahead and do what you want,” he tells me.
Grinning, I stand on my toes to hug him while wrapping my hands around his neck.
“Thank you,” I murmur into his ears.
“Don’t mention it,” he says, and then attacks my mouth in a better and longer kiss.
“I need a shower. Would you like to join me,” he asks and then kisses me again.
“I would love to, always,” I respond grinding at him. In a blink of an eye, he sweeps me off the floor, making me shriek with giggles.
We don’t even make it to the bathroom. When he slips off his shirt, it’s the end of it! I am all over him, touching everywhere I can find skin. He doesn’t stop me. He urges me on, palming my ass through the dress.
He does a quick work of getting me naked and carries me to the bed.
His eyes don’t leave mine, but he swallows, and his lips part.
“You are Aphrodite, Arya,” he murmurs.
I clasp his face in my hands, tip his head up, and bend to kiss him. He groans low in his throat.
As I place my mouth on his, he grabs my hips, and before I know it, I am pinned beneath him, his legs forcing mine apart so that he’s cradled against my body between my legs. He’s kissing me, ravaging my mouth, our tongues entwined. His hand trails from my thigh, over my hip, along my belly to my breast, squeezing, kneading, and pulling enticingly on my nipple.
“You have the softest of skins, Arya,” he murmurs and licks my nipple, capturing it between his teeth and nibbling on it
I groan and tilt my pelvis involuntarily against him, finding delicious friction against the seam of his fly and his growing erection. He stops kissing me and gazes down at me bemused and breathless. He flexes his hips so his erection pushes against me… . Yes. Right there.
I close my eyes and moan, and he does it again, but this time I push back, relishing his answering moan as he kisses me again. He continues the slow delicious torture – rubbing me, rubbing him. And he’s right – getting lost in him – it’s intoxicating to the exclusion of everything else.
I am here in this moment with him – my blood singing in my veins, thrumming loudly through my ears, mixed with the sound of our panting breaths. I bury my hands in his hair, holding him to my mouth, consuming him, my tongue as avaricious as his. I trail my fingers down his arms, down his lower back to the waistband of his jeans, and push my intrepid, greedy hands inside, urging him on and on – forgetting everything, except us.
“You’re going to unman me, Arya,” he whispers suddenly, breaking away from me and kneeling up. He briskly pulls down his jeans.
“You want me, baby, and I sure as hell want you. You know what to do.”
With anxious, dexterous fingers. He grins down at me, his mouth open, eyes misty blue and full of carnal promise. Leaning over me, he rubs his nose against mine, his eyes closed, and deliciously, slowly, he enters me.
I grasp his arms and tilt my chin up, reveling in the exquisitely full feeling of his possession. He runs his teeth along my chin, eases back, and then slides into me again – so slow, so sweet, so tender – his body pressing down on me, his elbows and his hands on either side of my face.
“You make me forget everything. You are the best therapy,” he breathes, moving at an achingly leisurely pace, savoring every inch of me.
“Please, Logan – faster,” I murmur, wanting more, now.
“Oh no, baby. I need this slow.” He kisses me sweetly, gently biting my lower lip and absorbing my soft moans.
I move my hands into his hair and surrender myself to his rhythm as slowly and surely my body climbs higher and higher and plateaus, then falls hard and fast as I come around him.”Oh, Arya,” he breathes as he lets go, my name a benediction on his lips as he finds his release.
His head rests on my belly, his arms wrapped around me. My fingers forage in his unruly hair, and we lie like this for I don’t know how long. I just want to enjoy the quiet serene after-glow of making love with Logan, because that’s what we’ve done, gentle, sweet lovemaking.
He’s come a long way, as have I, in such a short time. It’s almost too much to absorb. My rough Alpha melting into a gentle and loving mate, it is hard to believe.
“I will never get enough of you,” he murmurs and kisses my belly.
“I don’t think I can move I’m so tired.”
Logan sighs and shifts reluctantly, coming to lie beside me with his head on his elbow and dragging the covers over us. He gazes down at me, his eyes glowing, warm, loving.
“We need the shower more than we did minutes ago,” I tell him, making him chuckle.
“Yeah, you are right, but somehow this was inevitable. I can have you again on there. We both know how it always ends up,” he says, and kisses my cheek. My sex contracts in sweet anticipation. I never get enough of my mate! I always want more, but I blame him for spoiling me and making me so addicted to him the way I am.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he says and I do that exactly. Turning with me right around him, he carries me off the bed and into the bathroom we go.