“Ava? Shit, you’re burning up,” Logan says with aggravation, but I can’t open my eyes. I black out.
My eyes snap open at the feeling of ice-cold water pouring down on me, and I realize Logan’s holding me against his body beneath a spray of water in the walk-in shower, one of his hands under my ass, supporting my whole weight and the other cradling my neck as my front is melded completely to his, my thighs on either side of him. He’s fully clothed, and the material of his wet clothes against my feverish skin makes my nipples harden into diamond-hard tips and my breathing ragged.
I can feel every single drop of water the moment it makes contact with my skin. Liquid fire blazes through me. The air between us thickens, and tiny electric shocks make my pussy clench with a need so potent it’s like a ravaging wildfire obliterating everything in its path, consuming my every thought.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I cry out. My hips start gyrating as they seek much-needed friction. “Please, Logan,” I beg with desperation.
“Shh, I got you, little wolf,” he says in a soothing tone. Next thing I know, I’m gently positioned on the floor. The wet, cold tiles dig into my back. His breath is hot on the side of my neck as he sucks on my ear lobe, sending chills down my spine. He trails soft kisses from the column of my neck all the way to the apex of my thighs, and it feels too damn slow and torturous, so I mumble something in protest to hurry him.
Logan chuckles in response. The sound vanishes into thin air as he buries his head between my thighs. The moment his lips latch onto my clit, my back arches off the floor while my fingers bury into his hair, pulling on his curls.
“Oh, oh God! It feels so good. Don’t stop, Logan. Please, don’t stop!” I moan loudly. In response, a guttural groan rattles from Logan’s chest, the sound so animalistic and powerful it vibrates against my heated flesh. He alternates between sucking, licking, and little nips, dragging his teeth across my clit, but it’s not enough. “I need more!” I cry out.
He plunges two thick fingers inside me and pumps them furiously, massaging my inner walls while crisscrossing them against my G-spot. That, combined with the maddening assault on my clit makes me detonate in a blinding orgasm that leaves me panting on the shower floor.
But Logan doesn’t stop; he continues to eat my pussy like a man possessed as my walls spasm around his fingers until another orgasm crashes into me in violent waves of pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so sweet. Better than I could ever imagine,” he growls against my gushing pussy before he licks me clean, pushing his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. He palms my breast while he presses the pad of his thumb against my taut nipple and makes delicious circles with it. Then he pinches it hard as he bites into my clit at the same time. The pain mixing with pleasure surges through me like an electrical bolt and sends me over the cliff again, panting loudly his name and every curse word out there while my thighs start shaking violently around his head and shoulders.
Still, Logan doesn’t move from between my legs. He continues to eat me out relentlessly as he fucks me with his fingers. After the fifth orgasm, I pass out, and I vaguely feel Logan turning the water to warm, washing me slowly, almost reverently, before he picks me up in his arms. I lose my grip on reality again when he starts drying me with a fluffy towel.
22
Ava
Iwake up draped across Logan’s naked chest, my head in the crook of his neck, nose pressed against the side of his throat like I sought out his smell unconsciously, one of his arms at the small of my back and the other at the nape of my neck. I’m still completely naked, and my wrists are bandaged.
Logan’s skin feels amazing against mine, his intoxicating scent wrapping around me in waves, settling something deep inside of me. I know I should run for the hills. I should try to slip from his hold as quietly as I can, grab some clothes, and run. But I can’t. The scorching fire of need is still blazing, though settled slightly by the multiple orgasms Logan gave me earlier when he ate my pussy with the hunger of a prisoner on death row receiving his last meal.
Images of us on the shower floor flash through my mind, and I’m suddenly aware of the hardness pressing into my belly. I instantly get wet.
Logan is sleeping beneath me. I blink a few times, taking him in: smooth brown skin rippling with muscles, the perfectly etched V, and the trail of slightly curly hair disappearing in the waistband of his gray sweats. Without thinking, I trace the tattoo on his right bicep with my fingers and glide my hand down his torso until I reach the waistband of his sweats and let a finger slip inside. I’m instantly met with the head of his cock. I swallow hard. Should I? Fuck, I can’t stop myself from circling the silky tip with my finger. A bead of precum comes out. My mouth waters with the need to taste it as I spread it around.
I know I shouldn’t, but yet again, it doesn’t feel like I have much choice. Before I can even grasp the repercussions of what I’m about to do, my body makes the decision for me as my hand inches down. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, the heated skin like velvet against the palm of my hand. I gulp at the sheer size of it, so long and thick, with veins bulging along the sides. I pump my hand up and down, and it twitches with a spasm against my palm.
Suddenly, a large hand grabs my wrist, halting my movement. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you don’t want me to flip you over and fuck you, then you need to stop,” Logan rumbles beneath me in a deep, sleepy voice that stokes the fire inside of me even more. “I won’t be able to restrain myself if you keep touching me.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” I blurt out and lift my head to look at him, gulping at the intensity in his half-lidded stare as our eyes collide. There’s so much hunger in them. His lips look so pillowy and soft. All I want is to kiss him and sink onto his cock.
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “We can’t. We need totalk first. I have to explain everything to you. There’s no excuse for what I have done, but I hope you’ll eventually find it within yourself to forgive me. I’m so, so sorry, Ava. For everything…”
His words bring me back to reality like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown at my face. I immediately disentangle myself from him, even if I feel like dying for putting space between us. I shouldn’t feel like this, not after everything he did to me.
“I want to leave. Please take me home.” I feel too exposed all of a sudden. I take the sheet thrown haphazardly on the side of the bed and wrap it around me as I stand.
Logan pushes up from the bed and stands on the other side. “I can’t do that, even if I wanted to, we are snowed in…we can’t leave. Besides, you’re in heat. You’re going to start burning up again soon.”
My fingers clench, fisting the sheet. “I don’t care. I want to go home.”
“You don’t understand. You’re going to start feeling worse by the minute, and your wolf will eventually take control of your body.” He runs a hand through his curls, a pained look passing over his face. “It’s because we’re fated mates. You’re going to be in heat until the mating bond is completed.”
“What?” I ask in a high-pitched voice. “An hour ago you thought I killed your mate, but now you’ve changed your mind? We’re fated mates now? What the fuck is this crazy shit? What does mate even mean?”
“Fated mates are like halves of a splintered soul, endlessly searching for each other and destined to be together for eternity. Don’t you feel it, Ava? The sense of rightness when we are near. The longing, the scorching need?”
This is exactly how I feel, but I don’t tell him that. “You’re delusional,” I mutter instead and take a step back.
“Listen to me, please. Fuck. I don’t even know where to start.” He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes and then looks atme. “Hope Moore, the woman you received your heart from…shewas my fated mate. I have dreamed about her for five years until the dreams stopped abruptly four months ago.”
