Page 140 of Chaos At Second Sight

Logan groaned, the sound of it rippling through me as he smashed his lips to mine. Our tongues tangled; sparks exploded.

My nipples hardened again, against his warm chest, and the walls of my sex clenched over and over, demanding something to grab hold of.

The metal of his silver necklace dropped to my stomach, making me shiver, and then his exploration started.

His long tongue mapped my breast and circled my shy nipple before he took it all into his mouth; he was clearly obsessed with it. As he sucked, his long fingers slid down to my inner thigh. The darker hairs on his forearm and the back of his hand looked thicker, as if his lycan side was surfacing, too.

“I knew you’d taste like honey…”

He pressed open-mouthed, wet kisses over my navel.

“Hmm, look what I found here.” His tongue delved into my belly button.

My voice caught between giggles. “Rudy! What are you doing!”

His mouth teased the contracting muscles of my stomach, occasionally nipping at the shivering flesh. “Eating up my mate.”

Oh, if he keeps his word!

He edged back, hands gently pressing against the inside of my thighs, prying my legs apart, and crouched on all fours like an animal about to pounce. His silver moon necklace hung in the air. Once more, his eyes flicked to mine, a promise of dark ecstasy there, and then his lips descended.

My thoughts scattered like autumn leaves, impossible to hold, while Logan licked.

I cried out at the sparks spreading through my body. My hands dove into his soft hair, making sure he remained there.

Logan slurped and lapped like a starved, greedy man.

His hand slipped under me to cup my bottom. One finger delved into me, then another; he crooked them, brushing something inside me that I thought was a myth. Logan had the capacity to do that, though, turning fables into reality—first by showing me lycans exist, then by introducing me to this new level of pleasure.

“Goddess,” he growled out. “So tight around my fingers.”

That did it.

I came undone in his mouth with his name rolling off my tongue and sparks blinding my vision.

As I settled back into my body, his whole face pressed against my throbbing flesh, letting me feel the indentation of his features.

“Fuck. I love your taste.” He licked me again, making me squirm. “Did I tell you that my favorite thing in the whole world to eat is elk?”

I could only shake my head, still floating.

He lifted his hooded eyes to me. “After today, elk is going to second place.”

“Logan…” Lightheaded, I blew out an exhale. “Reindeer is my favorite.”

With a growl that startled me, one of his hands clasped my butt, the other clasped his cock, and he dove his tongue into me again.

My back arched, my head flying back as the air left my lungs in another surprised gasp.

He hummed deep in his chest. “Mmm, much better than fucking elk.” He readjusted, the flat of his tongue pushing and grinding against my clit.

My breath came in short bursts and my toes scrunched against the blankets as he reduced me into a puddle of moans.

Inhuman eyes, a swirl of red and silver, watched me as Logan lapped, stroked, and sucked. Until he closed his lips around my clit and did something with his teeth only a wolf could do.

Another orgasm exploded. The hairs on my arms stood up as he purred into me, only extending my pleasure.

“No more,” I breathed out, feeling like a feather fluttering down from the heights he’d catapulted me to. One of my hands covered my sensitive core.