Immortals of New Orleans Box Set (Books 1-4)

by Kym Grosso

Wynter complied. No longer able to see, her breath grew rapid in anticipation of what he’d do next.

  “That’s a girl. Spread your legs,” he growled. With his knee, he prodded them open. “Sorry, but these have got to go.”

  Pushing up her dress, he exposed her bottom. He extended a claw, easily tearing the strings of her thong. She moaned as the cool air hit her skin.

  “Please,” Wynter begged. Swollen with arousal, she needed him back inside her.

  “Patience, baby.” Logan bent forward, placing his hands on the front of her thighs and then slid them upward, taking the dress with him. “Arms up. Hands back on the table, now.”

  Wynter obeyed and caught a glimpse of the dress as it fell to the floor. Fully nude, she leaned over the table.

  “Now that is a beautiful sight,” he crooned. “I must say that I’ve never had a secretary like you in my entire life. I suppose you’re correct. This table will do nicely. We can get a lot of work done here.”

  She giggled and went to turn around so she could see him.

  “Don’t. Move,” he said tersely, trying to stifle the urge to slam into her. He was ready to come right there. But she wanted a fantasy. So he’d take his time.

  “You still want to play?” he asked, confirming she really wanted this. There was no going back, once they got started.

  Play? She was stark naked bent over a conference table with the door to the room open. Dimitri could walk in and see them at any time. A thrill ran through her. Was she really doing this? The old Wynter was conservative and reserved, but the new Wynter; it seemed her wolf wanted to explore and experience everything as long as it was with Logan.

  “Yes, Alpha,” she assured him, spreading her legs a little wider so he could see into her.

  Logan bit his fist, watching her open for him. She was upping the ante, he knew. He’d see her and then some. Logan unbuckled his pants with one hand while running his other down her back. His fingers wandered over her anus until he reached the wetness between her legs. He felt her shiver under his touch.

  “You’ve been a bad, bad secretary, Miss Ryan,” he began with a wry smile.

  “Yes, yes I have,” she agreed. Oh God, why wouldn’t he just fuck her already?

  Logan removed his hand and slowly stood to her side. She looked up at him and smiled.

  “You were flirting with my coworker, weren’t you?” Her full breasts were heavy with arousal; their rosy tips hardened. Logan loved how turned on she was by their role play.

  “Yes. I’m very sorry.” She gave him a sexy nod and flashed her eyes at him.

  “You need to learn that I do not tolerate that kind of behavior in the office. Perhaps you need a spanking?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow. Logan walked around the table leaving her all alone.

  “No, no I don’t. I promise I won’t do it again.”

  “I think you might like it,” he said playfully, wondering how far he should push her. This was a little kinky, even for him. Dimitri would have a field day if he came back into the house.

  “Let’s see, Miss Ryan. Should I punish you in private? Or,” Logan reached for the doorknob but released it. As if he were deep in thought, he paused, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you would like me to leave the door open.”

  She knew she should tell him to shut the damn door, but the words never came. No, she wanted the thrill of knowing anyone could come in and see them. What the hell was wrong with her? She dropped her head in embarrassment, laughing silently to herself.

  “You want everyone in the office to see us? You do, don’t you? You are a naughty little secretary aren’t you?”

  “No, I…” she protested.

  “You want to do more than flirt with my clients? Two men at once? Is that what you fantasize about, little wolf?” Leaving the door open, Logan quickly rounded behind her.

  “No,” she lied. Throbbing with need, she began to breathe heavily. The sound of his zipper coming undone rang in her ears.

  “Tell me the truth, Miss Ryan. I don’t like it when my secretaries lie to me.”

  She shook her head in denial.

  “You are a bad girl,” Logan said as his slapped her ass. He could not believe he was doing this with her but at the same time, who was he to deny her fantasy?

  She cried out as a sting hit her cheek. “Yes!” she yelled. What did she just say?

  Logan gave a small laugh, wondering if she was saying yes to two men or to being spanked, and suspected it was both. The scent of her arousal made him hot with need; he knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. He caressed her reddened cheek and then slid two fingers into her hot core. Wynter pushed back on him with a pleasured hiss.

  “I can’t believe I hired such a naughty secretary. Goddess, this is so hot, Wyn.” He broke character and kicked off his pants, letting his hard shaft press into the cleft of her bottom.

  “Yes, please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  “Do you promise to be a good secretary? No more flirting?” He was finding it hard not to laugh. How the hell did this get started? Oh yeah, the conference table.

  “Yes sir, I promise. Just keep on…ah,” she moaned as he gave her what she needed. His fingers pressed in and out of her wet sheath.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Wynter. Now,” he growled against her neck.

  The sexy whisper in her ear sent chills across her body. She panted in anticipation.

  “Hard. And fast. Until you scream for more.” Logan withdrew his fingers. Cupping her chin from behind, he slid the creamy digits into her mouth. As she sucked her own juice off his fingers, he placed the head of his cock between her legs.

  “Logan, I can’t wait. Oh my God,” she sighed. Dirty talk had never been her thing, but damn if it didn’t make her ache. She needed him now, filling her.

  His wolf roared. Her submission and playfulness was more than he could have ever asked for in a mate. Unable to draw out their game, he slammed his cock into her from behind all the way to the hilt. He grunted, holding still for a second. He wanted rough but didn’t want to hurt her.

  Wynter cried his name as he filled her completely. His long thick flesh stretched her core, and she needed him to move. Gasping for air, she released a whimper, trying to get him to thrust.

  “Fuck, Wyn. You make me so hot,” he withdrew and plunged into her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take all of me.”

  “Yes!” she screamed, pressing back onto him. Letting her hands splay forward, she pressed her chest onto the cool table, allowing him to go deeper.

  “Oh yeah.” Logan slammed into her again and again, fisting her hair so her head lifted off the wood. He reached around, sliding his hand under her chest so that he could hold her breast.

  “Fuck me. Harder,” she encouraged. God, she loved making love with this man.

  Logan’s wolf went feral for his mate. Barely aware of his canines extending, he moved his hand from her breast to her belly so he could pull her upright. Bending his knees, he continued to penetrate her with the hardness of his sex. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the room, driving them into an animalistic fervor. Guiding her head using her ponytail, he sought her mouth, sweeping his tongue into her parted lips.

  Wynter craned her neck backwards, kissing him passionately in return. Her body was on fire, the hot pool of her arousal stoked by his movement. As his fingers moved from her belly down to her wet folds, she cried out again. The pressure of her orgasm was so close. Within seconds, the searing climax rocked through her body, throwing her into spasms of pleasure.

  Logan hadn’t planned on losing control, but in that moment, Wynter was his life. His present and future. No longer would he live his life alone. He’d blame it on his wolf, but in truth, it was the heart of the man who wanted to claim this woman as his own. As she tumbled over into her release, Logan surrendered control to her and to his own nature. With a wild cry of blissful agony and pleasure, he flooded into her, pulsating in orgasm. The walls of sanity came crashing down ar
ound him as his fangs bit into her shoulder.

  Chapter Sixteen

  What did I do? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Logan was shocked at what he’d just done, but as he gently took Wynter into his arms, cradling her to his chest, he couldn’t summon an ounce of remorse. Instead, his wolf, categorically satisfied, howled in victory, invigorated that he’d marked his mate. Logan knew that it shouldn’t have happened like this. But if she’d been a wolf, he wouldn’t have needed to explain it to her. It was a natural act after all. Hell, in a perfect world, Wynter would have already marked him back.

  Logan carried her up the stairs, quickly finding his bedroom. Before he made it to the mattress, Wynter had curled into his body like a purring kitten and drifted off to sleep. Without disconnecting, he carefully laid on the bed, bringing her with him so her head rested on his chest. Gliding a finger along her shoulder, he smiled. His bite was already transforming into a unique design. Like Wynter, it was small, beautiful and understated. Two intertwining loops had appeared; Logan likened them to linked souls, independent but co-existing as one. It was a sentimental thought, he knew, but a sense of pride clutched at his chest nonetheless.

  But what was Wynter going to think when she saw the mark? A nagging twinge of concern spiraled into unanswered questions. What if she rejected him? Denied him as her mate? She hadn’t shifted, after all. The concept of claiming and mating was lupine, and she still clung to human expectations and cultural beliefs. Even though she lived with Jax, she’d told Logan that he’d kept her out of pack business, away from wolves. He didn’t need to think too hard about how Jax was going to react. Not that he could blame him for being irate, but eventually even Jax would accept it. As Alpha, he’d understand that wolves couldn’t deny what nature demanded.

  Logan hugged Wynter tightly, placing a kiss on her forehead. He silently grinned at how crazed he’d become when she insisted on role playing. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t experimented sexually; he’d lived a long time. But he’d never in a million years expected his little scientist to play secretary. When they’d first met, she seemed reserved, afraid of her own nudity, even. Their interaction in the pool was meant to open her to the way of wolves. But he’d had no idea how creative she’d become. The memory of how she’d looked standing naked, bent over that table….Goddess, she was sexy.

  She felt so soft and warm in his arms, his heart constricted. Not only was his wolf rolling over in adoration of his mate, Logan could fall for this female. Maybe he was in lust, he reasoned. That would make much more sense. The harder he tried to comprehend the why and how of the situation, the more frustrated he became. This was exactly what he’d been telling Dimitri. No matter his wolf’s desire for his new found mate, his inner conflict about it was distracting him from more pressing matters.

  The last thought in his mind before he fell asleep was that he needed to get his shit together before they left to find the lab. Logan decided to talk to Wynter about the mark when they got back home. They didn’t have time for heavy emotional discussions before going off on a dangerous mission. No, it would wait. Logan cleared his mind of Wynter and focused his thoughts on the killer, on what he’d done to Dana, how he’d tortured his mate. That was all it took to release a fresh river of anger, fueling the revenge he would mete out in just a few short hours.

  Wynter dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt that Logan had left for her on the bed. It all seemed very James Bondish to her, but she trusted they knew what they were doing. As she pulled on her socks, she let her mind drift to Logan. When she woke, he was already freshly showered and dressed. With a quick peck to her cheek, he trotted downstairs without saying a word about what had happened in the conference room.

  She breathed a sigh of relief, considering what they’d done. At the same time, she felt no regret. As if a magician had revealed the hidden dove, she’d bared her newborn sexuality. She could have blamed it on her wolf, but Wynter knew the truth. Like a caged tigress, she’d been waiting for the right man to unleash her from her prison, unlocking her true nature. Wynter laughed, thinking about how she’d encouraged him to bend her over that table. The way he’d made love to her had been phenomenal. Rough yet gentle, the passion and intimacy embraced both her body and soul. The electricity between them sizzled, threatening to burn down the room.

  What surprised her the most was the way he’d tenderly scooped her up in his arms afterwards, petting and caressing her. There wasn’t a moment when they’d lost physical contact. As they lay in bed, his soft lips to her forehead sent tendrils of warmth through her body. Wynter wasn’t sure if he’d been aware that she’d felt every loving touch and feather-soft kiss. Emotion welled in her chest as she considered her feelings.

  Wynter ran her hands through her curls and attempted to lasso her hair into a scrunchie. When she reached back to do so, she felt a small raised area near her neck. Had he bitten her? Given her a ‘love bite’? Yes he did. And damn, that had been hot. She remembered how the slight pain had pushed her into another orgasm when he’d done it. Was that some kind of kinky wolf trick? Maybe next time, she’d bite him back? She smiled at the thought.

  Wynter’s focus drifted back to what they were about to do. I’ll be safe…I’ll be safe. She kept saying the mantra over and over. She knew that Logan wouldn’t have agreed to let her go if he didn’t think he could keep her out of harm’s way. If she could just get her hands on the data, she might be able to cure Emma. As she stared at her face in the mirror, she promised to herself that she’d keep her eye on the prize.

  “Brought sandwiches,” Dimitri commented, taking a big bite out of his po’Boy.

  “Thanks, been so busy, I haven’t even thought to eat. Are Zeke and Jake ready?” Logan asked.

  “Yeah, they’re over at my place loading the cars. You ready?”

  “Born ready.” Logan sat down at the kitchen table, grabbed a muffuletta and started eating.

  “Anything you want to get off your chest?” Dimitri noticed his Alpha had been avoiding eye contact with him since he’d come down, which was unusual. Yeah, Logan was definitely trying to dodge talking about something.

  “Just eatin’ my sandwich. These are good. Where’d you get them?”

  “So how’s that new table workin’ for ya?” Dimitri thought he’d try another tactic. Oh, he’d heard, all right. It almost made him want to go try to find his own mate…almost.

  “Fuck off, D.”

  Laughing, Dimitri almost choked on his food. Bingo. He’d hit the topic.

  “You know that I’ll never be able to concentrate in there again, don’t you? Don’t worry, I didn’t stay for the show,” he assured him, wagging his eyebrows.

  “She’s my mate,” Logan stated nonchalantly, waiting for the ribbing that didn’t come.

  “Guessed as much. Does she know?”

  “No way, man. She hasn’t even shifted. I mean, you’ve talked to her. She hasn’t spent a lot of time with wolves. What I mean is that even though she lives with Jax, it sounds like he keeps the pack activities on the down-low.”

  “Full moon’s soon. She’s goin’ have to learn,” Dimitri advised and took another bite.

  “Yeah, there’s something else.” Logan casually placed his sandwich on his plate and proceeded to drop the bomb. “I marked her. And before you ask, she doesn’t know.”

  “What?” Dimitri involuntarily spit his food out in surprise.

  “And here’s the thing, D, I know I should feel guilty or something rational like that.” Logan leaned back and closed his eyes thoughtfully and then stared over to Dimitri. “But I don’t. I feel fucking great. I guess I’m an asshole to feel that way. But I’m tellin’ ya, it just feels good…really good. She’s mine, and I want others to know it. And in that conference room, she was just so…I can’t even tell you what it was like. She’s beautiful. Playful. Spirited. My wolf…he just wanted her so much.”

  “Listen, you can’t beat yourself up about this. You’re a wolf. This is what we do. You know it. And I know it. It
feels right because that’s how it’s meant to be. She’ll understand when you tell her.” Dimitri stood, slapped Logan on the shoulder and walked over to the sink. “So when are you going to tell her?”

  “Tonight. But not until we get back. Right now, I’ve gotta focus on what we’re about to do. Did you bring that item I asked for?”

  “Yep, right there on the counter.” Dimitri pointed to a holster and gun.

  “Okay, thanks. Here she comes,” Logan warned, hearing Wynter walking toward the kitchen. “Hey, sweetheart. D brought dinner.”

  Logan offered her the tray and hoped plying her with food would soften her for what he was about to suggest next.

  Wynter joined them, took a sandwich off the plate and bit into it. “Oh. My. God. This is awesome. I could so live down here. Between the beignets and everything else I might weigh five thousand pounds, but who cares?” She laughed.

  After a few minutes had passed, Logan stood, took his plate to the sink and then picked up the bag sitting on the counter.

  “I’ve got something for you,” he told her. He pulled the Lady Smith out of the holster and checked the safety.

  “What the…?” she gaped.

  “It’s a gun, Wyn.”

  “Yes, I can see that,” she stammered. “But do you really think this is necessary?”

  “Yeah, I do. I’m not taking any chances. When we go in, you’re staying locked in the car with Jake. But just in case…always need a plan B,” he replied, continuing to check to make sure everything that he’d requested was there. Logan took the magazine out of the gun, checked it and set it down.

  The reality of what they were about to do made Wynter stop and take a breath. Even though she had to do it, it would be difficult to go back to the same place where she’d been held captive. No longer having an appetite, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and pushed the plate aside.

  “Come over here,” Logan told her. Wynter got up from the table and stood next to him, watching him work.