“I’d like it if you would teach me Spanish when things settle down,” he said.
“Why is that?” she asked as she settled on his lap and draped her arms around his shoulders.
“Because I love it when you speak it, there’s nothing sexier, and I’d like to understand what you’re saying when you do.”
“Even if I’m pissed off at you?” she asked as she stroked his nape.
“Especially then,” he said with a grin. “I should know if you’re about to stake me.”
“If you really want me to, I can teach you.”
His arms tightened around her. “I want you to. I’m eager to learn and understand as much as I can about you.”
Her already melted heart became a pile of goo, and she kissed him. She’d only meant for it to be a simple peck before she pulled away, but she’d been denied him for far too long. The second their lips touched, she craved more.
Logan crushed her against his chest as the taste of her lips eased some of the tension that had taken up permanent residence inside him since Manuel’s attack. He didn’t feel safe here anymore, and he didn’t want Elena anywhere near those two abominations, but he’d never be able to convince her to leave while everything was still so up in the air.
It didn’t help that he’d barely seen her these past two days, and she’d haunted every single one of his dreams and nightmares. She’d also been constantly on his waking mind, and he’d missed her incessantly. If she was his mate, he could communicate with her and know she was safe while they were apart, but he couldn’t do that now.
And it was destroying his restraint and making him miserable. He could never let her know that, but he was drinking more blood than normal. Thankfully, the hunters had brought in a lot of blood for him as they hadn’t been certain how much he required to survive and decided to err on the side of caution.
If it weren’t for that influx of blood, he would have snapped already.
He was well aware of the women in the living room, but he couldn’t stop himself from touching her, running his hands down her side and skimming his fingers across her back as he pushed her shirt up. She squirmed in his lap until she was straddling him and rubbing against his throbbing erection.
Her fingers found the button on his jeans and slid it free before she yanked the zipper down. He groaned against her mouth when the swollen length of him was finally freed and grasped her shorts. Unwilling to have her move from her position, he tore the material down one leg.
Elena gasped but didn’t have much protest inside her as he tore the other leg and managed to maneuver them off her. When the ruined shorts fell around her foot, she kicked them away.
He tore away her underwear next. Once they were off her, the hot length of his cock teased her core. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she moved her hips, so she slid along his shaft. His fingers caressed her thighs before one of them dipped between her legs.
When he stroked her clit before teasing her entrance and dipping a finger inside, her body bowed and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. A wave of guilt washed over her as she recalled her mother with those women. If they weren’t careful and those women heard them, her mother wouldneverlive this down.
But then, he did something wondrous with his finger, and her guilt vanished. She needed this and him as she wasn't melancholy for the first time in days. Instead, she felt complete and happy in a way she never felt without him.
She was too wet and aching to stop now, and she wouldn’t if she could. Unable to take any more of this teasing, when his finger slid away, she grasped his dick and guided the head of it inside her.
A feeling of complete rightness stole through her once he was settled deep inside. He caught and muffled her cry with his mouth. She rode him slowly so as not to make too much noise, but she found she enjoyed this leisurely, exquisite torment as much, if not more than when they were wild for each other.
When she came, it was from a steady build that crested repeatedly like waves rolling across the ocean. She cried out against his mouth as his shaft pulsed inside her.
When they finally broke their kiss, Elena dropped her head into the hollow of his neck. He tenderly kissed her shoulder before sinking his fangs into it. The brief flash of pain that came with it vanished almost instantly, and through their connection, she felt his joy as he drank from her.
When he finished, his fangs retracted, and he licked away the beads of blood on her delicate skin. Logan turned his head to hers and placed his lips against her ear as he whispered.
“You’re fantastic, and I love you. I want you to join me.”
Elena smiled. “I don’t think we can get any more joined than this.”
“Yes, we can. You’re my mate, Elena, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together.”
Those words gradually pierced through her haze of bliss. When they did, she lifted her head to look at him. She’d expected him to grin at her and a teasing gleam to shine from his eyes, but neither of those things happened.
Instead, he stared back at her with eyes so serious a prickle of unease tickled her neck. The hope and vulnerability in his gaze were almost too much to bear. She didn’t know what to say or do.
It took her at least a minute to form words, and when she did, she croaked them out. “You wantmeto become avampire?”
Logan chose to ignore the distress in her voice. If he reacted the way his instincts told him to, which was to change her, she would hate him forever.
