“That sounds like a soldier?”
“More like security.” Logan smiled. “In business, they call it security.”
“It isn’t just a job, then is it, it’s your life.” Ashton was catching on, and although it seemed extreme, he understood.
“It’s my life, I work for John Dyer.” Logan concurred.
“What if you wanted to quit? Would you be allowed to leave, or is this a lifetime commitment?” Ashton was curious as to the depth of this entanglement.
“If I wanted to leave, I could leave. But I like John and Race and the Dark Side. It’s where I belong.” Logan was so sure of himself. Ashton wished he knew himself so well. He was still struggling with the decision of staying at Knight’s Jewelry or leaving since working with Will might prove impossible. His desires were all over the place, and all he was sure of was his love of gems.
“You’re lucky to work a job you like and with people you respect,” Ashton told him sincerely, picking out the part of his explanation that he understood. He was well aware there were things that Logan wasn’t telling him, but he had no right to press harder or make demands.
“Is Will going to be a problem for you?” Logan asked, very astute. “If he bothers you, let me know, and I’ll make sure he stops.” Logan again was serious as a heart attack; he wasn’t just talking to fill the silence.
“I don’t believe he will overtly bother me, but it might be difficult to be around him after what he tried to do.” Ashton was honest. Logan didn’t respond but looked pensive as his eyes bore into Ashton’s. The less generous side of Ashton toyed with the idea of letting Logan loose on Will. It would be satisfying to see, but he didn’t play with people, unlike others in his life.
It was getting late, so they headed out of the park and back to where Logan had parked the car. People passed them on the street and paid them no mind even though Logan held his hand, and their relationship was obvious.
Ashton had never been so open and carefree with a date before, and he found the freedom very heady and refreshing. He didn’t hide his sexuality, but he learned to not advertise it after some harsh words and one particularly painful beat down. But with Logan, he did not fear reprisal or ridicule. No one bothered Logan Brown.
It wasn’t long, and they pulled up in front of Ashton’s building. He sat there for a few seconds deciding his next move and then just went for it. “Would you like to come up and have a drink? I have beer and soda.” It wasn’t a stellar choice, but the drink was not the reason he was asking Logan up to his apartment.
“I’d love to.” Logan pulled around to the apartment lot and parked. Ashton was delighted that extending this evening a bit longer had not been a hard sell. He kept his apartment clean and picked up, so he wasn’t worried about mess or clutter. Besides, Logan had already seen the main room.
Logan stayed close to him as they took the stairs to his apartment, so close that Ashton could feel the warm sensation of Logan’s breath on his neck. It was making his skin tingle with excitement. He hurried to this door and fumbled with the lock until Logan took the key from his hand and opened the door. Logan’s hands were on Ashton’s shoulders and then slipped to his waist. He urged Ashton inside and closed and locked the door behind him.
Ashton turned and looked up into the darkest of blue eyes that called to him on a level he’d never visited before. So deep and so sexy, he wanted everything those eyes were promising. Logan pulled him into his arms and slowly dropped his head to lightly brush his lips across Ashton’s.
“Would you like something to drink?” Ashton asked breathlessly while Logan brushed soft kisses along his jaw and down the side of his throat.
“Maybe later,” Logan responded absently.
“Yeah, later.” Ashton was trembling with the way Logan’s lips and hands were setting him on edge. Ashton's body was reacting to everything; his touch, smell, and words. Logan was pure erotica in the flesh. He was suddenly so hard the restraint of his jeans was becoming painful.
Logan moved his lips to Ashton’s ear while pulling him up, flush to his body. “I know this is fast, but I feel as if we’ve known each other forever. I want you, Ashton, and for more than just tonight.” His words could have come off as just words spoken to achieve one’s goal with no depth or heart. But Logan’s words were true, and they had heart. It was in the way his hands trembled slightly when they touched Ashton, and his breath caught on each declaration.
Besides, he didn’t have to say anything. Ashton was more than ready to take this relationship to the next level without tomorrow's promises. Although his heart was captured in a way that told him he would not be satisfied with one night. The draw he felt to this man was overpowering his better judgment and the reality of this relationship. But the need for more made all cautions disappear.
“My bedroom is to your right.” He stated and reciprocated the kisses Logan was giving. He felt Logan smile, his lips pressed to the soft skin beneath Ashton’s earlobe.
“Beautiful.” He whispered and began moving them towards the door. Ashton soon found himself with the backs of his knees pressed against the edge of his mattress. Logan pressed gently as he laid him out on his back and, with virtually no effort, lifted him and placed him in the center of the bed. Ashton knew he wasn’t a large man, but no one had ever been able to lift him like he weighed nothing.
Logan had more strength than he realized, but again it did not cause him to worry. Logan would never use his strength against him. Logan was a bit of a ruffian, but he also had an indelible honor. Ashton had witnessed it over the past two days. He was a good man; Ashton could feel it in his bones and other places.
The kisses continued down to his shoulder as he felt his shirt being removed, and the coolness of the air caressing his bare skin. “Your skin is so soft.” Logan ran his hands down Ashton’s sides, eliciting a thrill in his wake. Ashton trembled and reached over and snagged a tube of slick from the side table and lay on the bed beside him. He then started to pull at Logan’s light sweater. He wanted to touch the taut muscles and the warm flesh of his lover.
…
Logan trailed kisses down Ashton’s chest to the waistband of his jeans. When Ashton started pulling at his sweater, he quickly jerked it off over his head and tossed it aside. If his beloved wanted to touch him, he wasn’t going to resist. The feel of Ashton’s exploring hands-on his sensitive flesh was unbelievable. He felt his cock throbbing and wondered how long he could last before tearing Ashton’s clothes off and burying himself in that beautiful body.
Opening the snap and gently lowing the zipper of Ashton’s jeans seem to put him on edge as well. Logan felt Ashton’s hardness beneath the denim as it pressed for release, a release Logan was more than happy to provide.
He ran his hands up Ashton’s hips and gripped the band of his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. Logan’s face was now level with a hard and pronounced bulge pushing against the confines of the thin fabric of his briefs. It was a magnificent picture of debauchery and need. His beloved moaned and thrust his hips while Logan kissed and nipped the hardness through the thing covering.
“Don’t tease me, Logan. I won’t last.” Ashton begged so lovely.
Logan pulled the briefs down with his teeth, baring that stunning cock to his hungry gaze. He felt Ashton’s questing fingers in his hair as he ran his tongue from the base to the red pulsing tip. Such a beautiful thing all hot and needy. He ran his tongue up the side once again before taking it into his mouth and down his throat.
Ashton’s hips rose off the bed with a gasp, and his fingers tightened painfully in Logan’s hair. He’d surprised his beloved, but Ashton fell into the rhythm of thrusts quickly. Logan brought him off the bed once more when he thrust two slick fingers into Ashton’s snug hole and began stretching and loosening the tight muscle as he took him down his throat over and over.
Ashton was coming undone, so to heighten the experience and to get a taste of his lover Logan nipped the large vein pulsing on the s
ide of Ashton’s throbbing cock. The reaction was immediate, with Ashton coming hard and fast, filling Logan’s mouth with his sweet essence. Mixed with the heady taste of his blood, the combination was mind-blowing and pushed Logan’s own desire to the limit. He needed to be inside Ashton more than he needed his next breath. His instincts were rolling over him, and his ability to pause or go slowly vanished.
He sucked Ashton dry and place a kiss to the head of his now softening cock before moving back onto his knees and removing Ashton’s jeans and briefs as well as his shoes and socks. He needed his beloved naked and available. Logan then unbuttoned his own jeans and quickly pulled them off as Ashton lay before him panting and waiting to be filled. He felt his eyes shift, and his fangs drop slightly, but Ashton did not comment. It was out of Logan’s control, for the sight of his beloved naked and ready was too much for him to resist in any fashion.
Ashton’s eyes took in Logan's long hard cock and licked his lips in anticipation. The move was exhilarating and made Logan’s cock twitch with expectation. “I need to be inside you, Ashton. I can’t wait any longer.” Logan lay on top of Ashton but steadied himself on his elbows so as to not crush the smaller man.
Ashton wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist in invitation and took Logan’s lips in a searing kiss. Logan coated his cock with some more slick, and while thrusting his tongue down Ashton’s throat, he plunged his cock inside his hot velvety smooth hole. Ashton began sucking on Logan’s tongue hard and insistent and digging his fingernails into Logan’s shoulders. It was a pain so beautiful that he nearly came on the spot. His beloved was a fierce and demanding lover. Fate could not have matched them more perfectly.
Logan slammed inside of him faster and harder with each thrust, and Ashton took it all and rode him like his life depended upon it. Ashton tucked his face into Logan’s shoulder and held on while Logan stretched him wide, plunging deep, hitting all the sensitive areas.
Ashton squealed with the thrills that shot through him and pushed Logan to repeat the pleasure and ecstasies over and over. Logan hit the edge and stilling Ashton’s hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside that tight erotic hole and came filling his beloved with his seed pumping stream after stream. Unable and unwilling to resist, Logan dropped and sunk his fangs into that gorgeous vein at the base of Ashton’s neck and drank.
CHAPTER SIX
Ashton was sure he was having an out of body experience with the intensity of their lovemaking. His entire body was vibrating and alive. Logan was built to perfection and larger than anyone he’d been intimate with in the past.
His size had been somewhat intimidating for a second, but the excitement soon drowned out the concern over whether he’d fit. There was no doubt that he would fit, and the accompanying stretch and burn was pure euphoria. Ashton had never felt so full and so satisfied. It was almost like they were made for each other.
Logan was his perfect lover, the man he’d envisioned to take him, teach him, and love him. The love part might be presumptuous, but a guy could dream, and right now, with Logan’s naked body still draped over him, the dreams were loving and gorgeous.
He felt Logan bite him when he climaxed, and it was so erotic that Ashton came again as sensations raw and fantastic rushed through him. He saw stars flash behind his eyelids and a shiver of awareness beyond the normal invaded his mind. Logan was his match, love, and future; those were the understandings that washed through him. It was out of place, yet it wasn’t, and Ashton recognized the moment as important, although he did not fully understand it.
Things happened this night that he couldn’t explain, but he felt nothing but safe and cherished through it all. St Louis was a mystical city, and this was not the first time he questioned his perceptions. He felt Logan pulling out slowly, allowing Ashton’s body to adjust to the void. Not everyone was so considerate. He wondered if Logan would stay or if he would get up and leave. The thought of Logan leaving caused a rush of sadness to wash over him, and he tightened his hold on Logan’s shoulders as if he could prevent him from going.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Logan moved to lay beside him and reached over to snag a couple tissues to give them both a quick cleanup. “We can shower later right now. I want to hold you.” They were both naked, and Logan cuddled Ashton to his large body, tucking him close and wrapping him tight in his arms. Ashton wondered if he’d read his mind or was just being very obvious with his feelings for Logan seemed to know his thoughts and needs.
“Rest, my love, I’ll keep you safe and warm.” He chuckled and pulled Ashton’s back, snug to his chest, and dropped a kiss to the little area he’d bitten just a few minutes ago. Ashton was not prepared for the electrical charge that coursed through him, which sensitized every nerve ending and forced a very unmanly squeal to cross his lips.
“What was that? I’m tingling all over.” He panted out the words, his body reacting sharply to the touch.
“You’re all mine, baby.” Logan’s voice was deep, and gravely the tone sending more sexy sensations to dance across Ashton’s flesh. “All mine.” He buried his face against the back of Ashton’s neck. “Rest now, sweetheart.” That was a request Ashton had no difficulty accepting. He was bone-tired, and with Logan’s hot body holding him close, sleep was coming fast.
“Will you stay the night, Logan?” Ashton whispered as he drifted off.
“I’ll be here when you wake, my love.” Logan kissed the back of his neck, and Ashton fell under and went deep into a sleep that strengthened and restored.
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Logan held his beloved, rejoicing the fact that they were now bonded. Ashton was in the dark about many things, and he intended to remedy that soon, but he just couldn’t stop the drive to claim. It came over him like a raging storm, and nothing could have prevented him from taking what was his. With his bite, Ashton would heal faster, and his overall health would be secured. He needed that security, and Logan needed to know that his beloved was safe even when he was not nearby. No paranormal would touch him now that he wore Logan’s mark.
The difficulty would come with their increased awareness of one another. Ashton already had suspicions, and their newly bonded connection would heighten those suspicions. He would find himself open to thoughts and emotions that weren’t his own. That might get interesting.
He would have to bring Ashton into the fold soon and introduce him to the other side of life in St. Louis. Very few humans were privy to the supernatural, for it took a level of trust rarely achieved with a human. Their secret was sacred, and Ashton would respect that and maintain the status quo of that he had no doubt.
John’s beloved, Elliot, was human and came around rather easily to the paranormal. It was a shock at first, but logic and their loving bond brought him through the difficult moments.
Ashton was a sharp and levelheaded young man, if not a little lacking in confidence. Fate designed beloveds to enhance one another. As Logan saw it, Ashton would gain strength from him, and he would gain a depth of heart from Ashton. They were made for one another.
Logan gathered his beloved tight in his arms and slowly let sleep take him. It was rest that enveloped and renewed, bringing them closer and binding their souls. Tomorrow was Sunday, so he would have all day with his beloved to pursue explanations and provide enlightenment.
Logan’s cell began to ring at five forty in the morning. He groggily pushed himself to the side while still holding tight to his beloved and fumbled around on the floor, looking for his jeans. He would have let it go, but only his associates had his number, and there was no such thing as a casual call from the Dark Side.
He found his phone and recognized Jordan’s number. He was in charge of the bar when Logan was off. “What is it?” He spoke softly so as to not disturb Ashton.
“We have a delicate situation here at the bar. Race and John are away and won’t be back until Monday. So, it’s between you and Lewis, and I don’t think Lewis has the sensitivity or diplomacy necessary to handle this.” Jordan bega
n hesitantly, obviously aware that Logan had found his beloved and was spending time with him.
“What happened?” He would get the specifics, and hopefully, there was someone there who could handle it.
“A patron died in one of the back rooms,” Jordan stated and then continued when Logan did not comment. “Esmond Pierson, Alpha Nash Pierson’s uncle. He leads a wolf pack in the Ozarks.”
“I know who they are.” Logan was becoming impatient. “What happened to him?”
“Heart attack, according to the doctor. He’s a wolf shifter but a very old wolf shifter, and he died with his cock up the ass of one of our regulars. The twink said the old man came, and then he went.” Logan heard the snicker in Jordan’s tone but did not call him on it.
“I’ll be right there. Cover him with white cotton, and don’t let anyone touch him other than the doctor. He’s part of the Alpha’s family, and the wolves are very sensitive about ritual and respect. I’ll call Alpha Nash as soon as I get there.” Logan closed the call and looked over his shoulder at his beloved lying there naked and so beautiful.
This was supposed to be his day with Ashton, the day to set their lives on track and for secrets to be revealed. Instead, he would spend the better part of this day and possibly tomorrow preparing an ancient wolf for passage into the next world. The Pierson Pack were hill people, not backward or unsophisticated but very set in their ways. They were a large pack and not without influence, and Logan did not want to be the one to offend them.
He got up and got dressed and then sat down on the edge of the bed and held Ashton’s hands in his. “Wake up, sweetheart.” He said and placed a soft kiss to those adorable lips. He lingered drinking in the sweet taste and inviting warmth of his lover.
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