Logan
When u come back home, I have simply one mission, to look for Arya. These days she is hardly ever in the house. She is always there and about, dealing with the matters of the pack. I only get her to myself at night, actually some nights. I try to maximize that time when it comes because I am equally busy during the day.
Tracking her scent through the house, I find her in the kitchen. She looks so occupied with the task at hand; she is deep frying something. Two of the other cooks are occupied with chopping vegetables and another is putting something in the oven. I love it when my woman cooks, I love it so much.
She turns to find me spying on her. She gives me a bright welcoming smile. Her smile is infectious; I find myself grinning back at her. The other two cooks turn to find me grinning like an idiot. I quickly recover my composure. Understanding the situation, they immediately go back to doing what they were doing.
Arya removes the contents from the deep fryer, which looks like fried chicken. She holds them over for the oil to drip out for some time and then puts them in a dish. She wipes her hands on a towel and then walks to me.
“Hi handsome,” she greets me with a hug. I walk us aside from the attention of the others in the kitchen
“Mmm… You smell delicious,” I notice, dipping my head around her neck. She pushes my hand and then pulls my head to her, kissing me on the lips.
“How was your day?” she asks.
“Good. Very productive actually. How was yours?” I ask.
“Good. I missed you,” she murmurs in response.
“I missed you, too. I just wanted to check on you. I can’t wait for dinner,” I tell her and kiss her forehead before heading upstairs to clean up and change.
“I am going to Switzerland for a business trip,” I tell her while she serves dessert sponge cake after the delicious meal. Her hands freeze in midair above my plate.
“What? When?”
“This weekend. On Friday evening,” I respond, and her jaw drops to the floor.
“Really? How long is it going to take?” she asks.
“Only five days. I will be flying back probably on Wednesday or early Thursday,” I respond.
“Oh, that’s quite a long time,” she murmurs and finally places a piece of the cake on the plate.
“I know. I have just been informed on short notice,” I tell her.
“Well, Switzerland is far, compared to all the places you go for trips,” she says. “You will be so far from me,” and then lowers her head looking down at the cake on her plate.
“That’s what I thought, too. I am sure I wouldn’t even afford to whole days without you in a foreign country. That’s why I want to ask you to come with me. We can tour around Zurich, you know. The lakes, the Alps. We can have fun together,” I suggest. Her face falls into a frown. Oh, she is going to cry. She pushes her chair behind and comes to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and sniffing my hair.
“I would love to come with you, Logan. You don’t have to ask. I have never dreamed of visiting Switzerland because that would be beyond my wildest dreams,” she shrieks with excitement. Well, that’s a relief.
“I thought about that time in the car when we were driving to your vacation home and realized that this would be a good idea,” I tell her.
“Aww. Thanks, for thinking of me,” she says, hugging me again.
“I always think about you, baby. Not an hour can pass without thinking about you, baby. Even when I am as busy as hell, you still id the first place in my mind,” I assure her, making her grin like a giddy teenager.
“If today is Tuesday, then we only have one day left to prepare. Oh my. I have to do some shopping for the trip and I don’t
have a lot of time,” she says, panicking for a moment.
“How long do you need to do shopping?” I ask because one day is more than enough to do any kind of shopping. “It is actually spring there. You can use the things you have; clothes and shoes. It would work,” I suggest.
“No, thanks for your advice but I need a whole new set of spring fashion. I hardly have any of the clothes fit for spring. Don’t mind me. I will deal with that tomorrow,” she says. I roll my eyes at her. Women always find a way to worry about small issues.
“Go ahead, baby. I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you can,” I say kissing her on the lips.
“You have no idea how excited I am about this,” she tells me and then sucks in a deep calming breath.
“I hope you are not too excited to skip your dessert,” I say, regarding the lonely sponge cake on her plate. She eyes me for a second and then looks back at me.
“I don’t think I still have the appetite for that anymore,” she tells me.
“Don’t be coy, Arya. You have to eat your dessert. I am actually worried that you may starve this whole time until Friday evening,” I tell her.
“I can survive that long without food,” she shrugs. I give her a nonchalant look.
“Okay, okay,” she says resignedly. “Jeez… I will eat it if that will keep you from spoiling my good spirits.” She goes ahead to cuts it into smaller pieces and eats it.
“Good girl,” I murmur, watching her with amused eyes. I like to see her well-fed and healthy. I don’t like anyone who plays about well.
My mind is always racing when I gaze at her for a long. I can’t believe how many memories we have made together. I remember her last seeking on the hunting festival how efficient of a luna she was next to me while we led our pack into the woods to hunt. My girl. She never seizes to make me proud, and actually pisses me off when she decides to be very stubborn. Life with her is just like a rollercoaster, full of unpredictable highs and lows, fuel to a mixture of emotions. I make it a promise to myself to make this trip the most interesting vacation she has ever been to.
FRIDAY EVENING comes by so fast. We drive to Private Hanger where our ride awaits.
“Oh, we are not flying a passenger plane?” Arya inquires as I lead her to the jet.
“No, Arya. We are taking the private jet,” I respond.
“You have a private jet?” she asks, the shock clear in her voice.
“Yes, I do,” I respond. She looks horror-stricken.
“Why did I not know about this?” she asks.
“It is the company’s property. It just never came up,” I respond.
“What?” she yelps, and a few of the people present turn to look at us.
“Calm down, Arya. It is so big of a deal,” I tell her.
“Really? When were you planning to yell at me?” her big brown eyes search mine for answers.
“Now you know. Don’t get baffled by the issue,” I tell her.
“Why wouldn’t I get battled? How many more surprises are going to give me? Is there so much more about you that you keep rising from me?”
“If it is about the property, yes. Look, Arya, I never want to bore you talking about all this. If you want to know, I can give you a file about all my properties. I have no problem with that,” I tell her.
“No, that’s not necessary. I am just so shocked, that’s why. You don’t have to,” she says and gives me a reassuring smile.
In a few minutes, we are airborne chasing the sunset. Arya sits next to me with her hands in mine.
Later, an attendant comes and introduces herself to Alexa, and then informs us that dinner is going to be served.
“Dessert Mr. Conley?” she asks after some time.
I decline and turn to study my mate. Running my finger across my bottom lip, I watch Arya, waiting for her response.
“No, thank you,” she says to Alexa, gazing intently at me. Alexa leaves us.
“Good,” I whisper. “I’d rather plan on having you for dessert.”
Arya’s eyes meet mine and darken while her teeth tease her bottom lip.
Rising from the table, I offer her my hand. “Come” We head to the back of the cabin, away from the galley and the cockpit. I point to a door at the far end. “There’s a bathroom here.” Passing through a short corridor, we emerge into the aft cabin where the queen-size bed is ready for us.
I pull Arya into my arms.
“It is going to be a long flight. This bed may end up being useful,” I say, kissing her neck.
Her breathing deepens. She wants this, too.
“Turn around,” I whisper.
She complies instantly, and I study her updo. My fingertips graze her temple, her neck, and her earlobe, but it’s the lightest of touches. She’s surreptitiously shifting her weight from foot to foot. She’s restless. Impatient. Her breathing is louder.
She’s aroused.
Just by my touch. And for me, her response is equally arousing.
“You have such beautiful hair, Arya.” I breathe the words against her temple, enjoying her delicious fragrance, and a soft sigh escapes her lips. I ease my fingers into her hair and begin to slowly massage her scalp. She lets free a heartfelt moan of pleasure and leans back against me. My fingers travel over the back of her head to her nape. I take a fistful of her lush hair and tug, giving me access to her throat. “You’re mine.” I tease her earlobe with my teeth.
She groans.
“Hush now.” I sweep her hair over her shoulder and skim my finger along the lace edging of her dress. A tremor runs through her as I press my lips to her skin above the top button.
“So beautiful,” I whisper and pull down the zipper of her dress.
She angles her head, offering her throat to me.
“Mine,” I utter against her skin and slip her sleeves down her arms so that her dress falls to her feet, locking my eyes on hers. I run a finger over the soft swell of her breasts. They quiver beneath my touch as she inhales and exhales, faster…and shallower
She starts to unbutton my shirt. As she unfastens each one, she plants a soft kiss where the button once was and whispers a word.
“I. Love. You.”
“I love you too, baby,” my breathing turns raspy.
It’s too much. I want her.
Fuck, do I want her?
I groan and shake my shirt off, then lift her onto the bed and lay her down beneath me. My lips find hers and I hold her head, keeping her still
My pants are getting too tight. I kneel up between her legs and Arya is panting, her lips swollen from our kisses, and she’s staring up at me with want.
Fuck.
“You are so beautiful, baby.” I run my hands down each of her legs and grab her left foot. “You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them. Starting here.” I press my lips to her big toe and graze the pad with my teeth.
“Ah!” Arya makes a garbled sound and closes her eyes. I taste her instep and run my tongue to her heel, which I nip, then run my tongue to her ankle. I leave a path of soft wet kisses up the inside of her calf, and Arya squirms.
“Still,” I warn, and for a moment I watch her breasts rising and falling against the constraints of her bra.
It’s a thing of beauty.
Enough. It needs to go.
I flip her onto her stomach and continue my journey of kisses up her body: the backs of her legs, her thighs, her backside.
“I want you naked,” I murmur and unhook her bra. Once it’s off, I plant a soft, wet kiss at the base of her spine, then trail my tongue up the length of her backbone.
Arya wriggles. “Logan, please.”
I’m leaning over her, my constrained cock resting against her ass, and she wriggles against me. “What do you want, Arya?” I utter the words just beneath her ear.
“You.”
“And I you, my love, my life.” I undo my pants, kneel up beside her, and turn her onto her back. Standing, I dispense with my pants and underwear while Arya regards me, wide-eyed and wanting. I grasp her panties and whisk them off so that she’s naked in all her glory beneath me.
“Mine,” I mouth.
“Please,” Arya implores me.
I can’t help my grin. Oh, baby. I love it when you beg.
Crawling onto the bed, I lay a new path of wet kisses up her other leg, getting closer and closer to the top of her thighs. My objective. The sacred apex. When I reach my goal, I push her legs wider apart. She’s wet and wanting. Just how I like her. “Ah, my mate,” I whisper, and I run my tongue over her, tasting her and pinpointing her clitoris.
Hmm… Slowly, I begin to torture her with my mouth. Round and round, my tongue teases her oh-so-sensitive bud. Arya grabs my hair and writhes underneath me, her hips moving in a rhythm I know so well. She bucks once. But I hold her still and continue my sweet torment.
“Logan,” she calls, and tugs at my hair.
She’s close.
“Not yet.” I move up her body, dipping my tongue in her navel.
“No!” she cries out in frustration, and I grin against her belly.
All in good time, my love.
I kiss her soft stomach. “So impatient, Arya. We have until we touch down, and that is going to be pretty long time from what I know”
When I reach her breasts, I worship each with tender kisses and take a nipple between my lips and tug. I watch her as I lavish my attention on it; her eyes are dark and her mouth is slack.
“Logan, I want you. Please.”
And I want you.
I cover her body with mine, resting my weight on my elbows, and run my nose down hers. Her hands are on me.
My shoulders.
My back.
My backside.
I brush my lips over hers. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She’s pushing her hips up for me.
“Eyes open. I want to see you.”
Her eyes are a startling brown.
“Logan. Ah,” she calls out, as I slowly claim her, inch by inch.
“Arya, oh, Arya,” I breathe. Her name is a prayer.
She is heaven. My heaven.
I start to move, relishing the feel of her.
Her fingernails dig into my butt and it drives me on.
And on.
And on.
She’s mine.
Finally, she cries out my name and falls apart beneath me, her climax triggering mine, taking me with her.