Page 144 of Chaos At Second Sight

He let out a guttural sound. “Goddess damn it…”

Still panting, Logan connected our foreheads, his hot torrent pouring into me. Sure, he had accumulated over the past months…but this much?

I let out a broken laugh, covering my mouth at his weak glare. “Stop…laughing…at…me,” he huffed huskily. “It’s…embarrassing…enough…already.”

How could I still be surprised by him? Everything about him was legendary. Even his cum.

“I’m…shit, I’m s-sorry…” Another involuntary shudder. “This…never…” A groan came from deep within his chest. “First…time…this has happened…to me.”

His thick muscles contracted as he filled me up again. He grabbed his cock, this time around the base. It was…bigger, swollen. What is that?

Logan collapsed and rolled to the side, bringing me along with him, his thick arms a muscular cage around me. When I tried to shift, his grip tightened, his voice a plea. “No…not yet.”

My heart exploded into several tiny pieces that scattered all around us.

A lazy chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Good thing I can smell when you’re fertile.” He lazily dragged his fingertips up and down my hips. “Though a pup or two in you looks very good right now in my head.”

I laughed and smacked his shoulder lightly, then just let him hold me.

Sparks pulsed wherever our skin brushed. The earth moved around us. The thunderstorm poured its rage onto the forest and its inhabitants.

Inside our little treehouse, none of it mattered.

I listened instead to the steady thunder beneath my ear. His heart.

And, wrapped safely in his arms, I wished that moment could last forever.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

LOGAN

My sweet mate fell asleep right away, while I felt wired enough to stay awake for months.

Her face smooshed on my left pec like I’d been promoted to her favorite pillow, eyelids closed, a little bead of drool in the corner of her mouth. Her lips brushed my skin with every tiny breath.

My own twitched. Goddess, how can she always look this perfect?

Even after my shoulder stiffened and my arm went numb, I refused to move even an inch to avoid disturbing her.

I’d never felt anything like this for anyone. Hell, I hadn’t even known these feelings could exist.

Guilt crept up my neck as flashes of earlier invaded my mind. Had I been a little too much? I recalled and analyzed every one of her gasps, every little moan, every time she’d pulled me closer to her. She had a smile on her face. That was a good sign, right?

I’d made my woman come eight times. Yeah, I counted. Figures, as eight was also my wereball number.

I grinned proudly and tightened my arm around her waist.

Be cool, Logan. Let her be.

I scrubbed a hand over my face and hair, releasing a slow exhale. The way I came yesterday had never happened before…not even my first time. And I couldn’t explain it.

Well, maybe I did know why.

I love her…

I focused on the gentle rise and fall of her chest while the rain fell and the wind howled through the wooden walls. This was contentment. This was peace.

I’d really exhausted her. I should let her sleep more.