Page 148 of Chaos At Second Sight

What happened next was pure animalistic instinct. There, on the balcony of his childhood treehouse, Logan, still standing, started to make love to me by holding my smaller frame up with his hands. He lifted me higher, making my fingers lose the grip on his length. Then, kissing hungrily, breathing harshly, he lowered me directly onto his large tip. I was already so wet that I took several inches without any problem.

I gasped into his mouth, thrills shooting up my spine, as he continued until the rest of him was sheathed inside me.

No way would I ever get used to that mini monster.

Pulling back halfway, Logan thrusted up into me again, the kiss broken. His breath fanned my throat and his lips mapped the water droplets there as he slid in and out of me, watching me with eyes that were simmering with possessiveness and wonder.

“Say you’re mine.”

I didn’t. I just clenched around him. On purpose.

His eyes narrowed. “Yvaine…”

A soft laugh escaped me.

He nipped at my ear, delving in and out with disconcerting slowness.

“Logan…” I protested with a whine.

“Say it,” he ordered, mouth curving into a sensual smirk, sharp canines peeking out.

“Jerk.”

His thrusts stopped and I felt the loss immediately.

“I’m yours!” I hurried to say, triggering a satisfied growl from him.

“There she is.”

The words had barely left my lips before his pace quickened again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my butt.

“Say it again.”

The shameless lycan flipped me around, pressing my front against the wooden panels of the treehouse, my hands on the wall.

“I’m yours, Logan!”

With one deep thrust, he filled me up. “That’s right, Bunny Doc. No one else gets to fuck this delicious pussy but me.”

He buried his head in my neck while his body slapped against mine, the familiar sweet burn of his penetration reaching my cervix and making my toes curl. Not even the wind in our ears could hide the sounds of our mating. Wetness trickled down his legs and only stopped when I was full of lycan cock. Logan sealed me airtight every time.

I reached for his hair and grabbed on to keep him right where he was. Logan had the same idea, because he leaned in to bite my neck and pushed me down on him. There was that delicious pain again. I didn’t think Logan could avoid it if he wanted to. He was just too long, too thick, designed for fucking and breeding. I didn’t mind—I was being fucked by my beast out in the open, above the treetops of his forest.

His low grunts vibrated through my skin. His fingers brushed the back of my hand on the wall, and he laced them with mine.

I was losing myself more and more, pressure rising, until my inner walls convulsed around him and another orgasm took over.

“Damn, I love when you come around me…”

He grunted louder, thrusts shallow and erratic. He slammed his length to the hilt and held it there, shoulders stiffening, as a drawn-out moan unleashed from him.

Then I felt it.

Instead of softening, something at his base swelled inside me, holding us together.

We both went perfectly still. “What…?”

“I…” He swallowed, eyes flashing with shock. “I can’t pull out.”