Logan tilts his head, and something flashes in his eyes as his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’re in heat,” he says in disbelief.
I don’t understand what being in heat means, but somehow,it’s exactly how I’m feeling. Only heat is too mild of a word. I’m being scorched from the inside out.
Logan circles me, and then I feel him at my back. “Why are you killing humans?”
“I didn’t kill anyone—”
“Liar!” He fists my hair, and his other hand palms my right ass cheek before it comes down in a punishing blow that I feel right in the center of my pussy.
Tears spring to my eyes with the sting, but more in shame because I’m so turned on I can barely see straight.
“What do you need their hearts for?”
“Logan, you have to listen to me, I didn’t do any—”
“Liar!”
Thwack!
“How did you manage to hide your scent for so long?”
“I don’t under—”
Thwack!
My eyes roll in the back of my head as every slap brings a new surge of pleasure.
“Are you working with a witch?”
“Plea—”
Thwack!
Logan surprises me in the next moment by caressing the smarting skin. “Look at you, dripping for me. You like this, don’t you? Being at my mercy,” he drawls, his voice like gravel, thickened by his desire. He angles my head before I feel his breath fanning the side of my neck, sending shivers all over my skin. Then his thumb brushes over my engorged clit in one swift motion.
I catch fire.
I can’t stop the loud moan that tumbles out of my mouth. He dips a thick, long finger inside me and pumps it in and out, making me crazy. I would normally be embarrassed by thesounds I’m making, but I’m past the point of caring. Pleasure singes me. My blood bubbles inside my veins. I’m so close. So close. As if sensing I’m about to reach the high I so desperately crave, Logan takes out his finger. My cry of frustration almost sounds like a feral growl.
“Open your mouth!” he commands. It feels like he’s the master puppeteer, pulling my strings. And without thinking, I obey. He pushes the dripping finger inside my mouth, pressing it against my tongue. “Suck.”
The moment my lips close around his digit, a violent tremor goes through Logan. Our gazes snare and hold as I suck on it, tasting myself. A deep growl leaves his chest. It makes me vibrate with need. He drops the hand holding my hair, and then he pinches my nipple. Hard. I cry out at the assault on my nerve endings.
He slides his finger out of my mouth, which I let go with a loud pop. Using the pads of his pointer fingers, Logan circles my areolas slowly, but not near enough my nipples where I need him. His left hand bands around my waist, plastering my back to his front. I feel every inch of his hard-as-steel cock pressing into my back.
“P-please,” I beg.
Logan laughs, the sound cruel. He glides his free hand down my body until he reaches my inner thighs, his movements slow, maddening. His fingers inch up and brush over my outer lips, but he still doesn’t give me what I want.
“Please, Logan,” I sputter, blinded by the lust coursing in my veins like molten lava. Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks out of sheer frustration. He’s playing with me like a cat with a mouse, and I fell into his trap. I have no other choice; the haze of desire is too strong. I need him inside of me like I need my next breath.
“Do you want to come?” he taunts.
“Y-yes,” I mumble on a breathy whisper.
“Then tell me the truth, and maybe I’ll consider letting you come.” His breath fans the side of my face, and his delicious, woodsy, spicy scent envelops me, coating my skin like molasses.
“I told you the truth. I’m telling you the truth. Please, Logan. Please. You have to believe me. I didn’t do anything,” I try to plead with him, my tone coaxing.
