“I want to lick and suck you so hard your toes curl. Sound good?”
I yelp out loud as he whisks me up into his arms and sprints up the steps and to our room.
He kicks the door shut with his foot and then strides over to the bed and lays me down. My shoes and clothes come off in flurry of airborne cotton. In minutes we’re both completely naked, and his body is spread on top of mine.
“I love you.” His soul shines through his eyes, so pure and loving. I move my hands up to cup his face.
“And I love you. Make love to me, Logan. Make it slow.” He nods and moves down to kiss me. His plump lips meet mine, and my body tingles with awareness. I can feel the soft scruff of his chest hair and the heavy weight of his erection as it presses into my thigh. My core clenches with need. I can feel my pulse between my legs as the moisture builds with my excitement.
His tongue claims my mouth with a subtle sweetness that I’m momentarily taken aback by. His scent is heady and masculine as I breathe him into my lungs and savor the rich aroma of his arousal. Our tongues sample the texture and flavor of each other’s mouths. Logan tastes like the mints he chews while working out. It leaves his tongue cool and refreshing as it meets mine again and again. He pulls back and sucks my bottom lip out and gently nibbles along it to the corner of my mouth.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says.
I release the breath I was holding as he moves his mouth down my neck and to my left breast. He pulls my hardened nipple into his mouth with a heavy suction that has me squirming beneath him. His hand works my other nipple between two fingers, and just when I think he can’t suck any harder, he pinches my right nipple between his two fingers like a vice and pulls his head back with my left nipple still in his mouth, increasing the suction to the point of pain/pleasure. I nearly come for the exquisite sensations shooting through my breasts.
“Logan.” His name comes out a raspy plea for more. He doesn’t disappoint.
His mouth pulls from my breast with a pop, and then his tongue travels down my abdomen toward where I need him most. My fingers curl into his hair and guide him where I want him.
He chuckles, “I know what you need, love.” His warm breath fans over my sensitive nub, and my hips rise to meet his eager tongue. The first swipe of his tongue runs from my seeping core to the swollen nub between my folds, where he pulls it between his teeth and bites down while sucking and licking simultaneously. I come unglued. Pleasure explodes from my core, and I moan out loud as my climax rushes through my body. Hot waves of silken ecstasy slither down my spine and pool between my legs.
“Oh God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His tongue runs down the length of my entrance, and then he stiffens it and spears my core. My legs tremble as he fucks me with his tongue, swirling it around and round, then in and out. He pulls his tongue out and laps up my wetness and then works my nub with fast flicks that fire up the beginnings of another orgasm. My hips are moving against his tongue now, and my hands are clenched tightly in his hair, moving him against me, pulling for him to lick me harder. His finger works its way through the moisture glistening on my folds and pulls it back to my anus. I reflexively clench my legs tight around his head.
“Easy, love. Let me bring you pleasure. Trust me.”
My legs relax against his head, and his tongue goes back to work on my nub, moving from the sopping entrance in long, lapping strokes up to my clit. I’m in heaven. It feels so fucking good that I don’t even notice him spreading my moisture around my asshole until his finger breaks a barrier that has never been broken before, and he enters me with one quick thrust. I yell out, and my muscles lock down. His tongue is still lapping at me with such force that my body refuses to allow the back door invasion to intrude upon its impending detonation. My orgasm is building and building, and then he curls his finger in my ass and starts to pump in and out of me.
At first it burns a little and feels awkward, but then the tingling sensation that comes along with it starts to overtake the pain, and soon the pleasure that rides through my core has me yelling out his name. His finger continues to work my ass as he sucks my clit into his mouth and nurses the last of my climax from me.
When my body goes limp, he pulls his finger from me and moves to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he comes back, his erection standing tall and proud, I grin from ear to ear.
“That was incredible,” I say.
His smile creases the corners of his eyes, and I can tell he’s glad he tried it. As he approaches the bed, I stand and kneel down on my knees to take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, yes. Let me fuck that beautiful mouth, baby.” He twists his fingers in my hair at the back of my nape and pulls my mouth down on him. I moan around his thick cock, sending vibrations down to his balls that I gather in my hand and start working until he’s pumping in and out of my mouth with a roughness that sends my cream running down the inside of my thighs.
I freaking love this man. I love having his cock in my mouth. I love looking up at his face and seeing his eyes closed in bliss and his mouth drawn tight with a pleasure that only I can give him.
I draw him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow around the head of his bulging cock. I can feel it thickening as his orgasm builds to its peak. I move my mouth up and down faster and faster until my jaw starts to ache from the exertion, but that doesn’t stop me. Keeping my teeth sheathed behind my lips, I pull back to where just the head of his dick is in my mouth and suck hard, sending my tongue forward to work his seeping slit. His dick jumps, and I can feels his balls draw up in my palm. Just as the first bit of his orgasm is leaking into my mouth, I take him deep into my throat and hum.
“Oh, goddamn it. Fuck yes,” he yells out as I feel his hot seed burst forth and run down the back of my throat. I take greedy gulps, wanting to savor every bit of him that I can. His musky flavor only furthers my own arousal.
Only when his hands loosen in my hair, and he begins to soften in my mouth, do I pull back and climb into the bed. Logan follows me, his shaft already starting to harden again for more bed play. I lie back and spread my legs wide in invitation, exposing my wet center for his viewing.
“Sulwen, my sweet, sweet Sulwen. I’m going to make love to you now, baby.”
I raise my arms to him, and he crawls on top of me to kiss my lips softly. I can feel the head of him pushing against my entrance. He’s already hard again and couldn’t be more ready. He pulls away from my lips and draws my legs up onto his shoulders and then thrusts deep inside of me. We both moan as the pleasure consumes us both. He rocks into me at a steady rhythm that has me panting within minutes as he works my G-spot with a twist of his hips.
“Harder, baby. Harder,” I beg him.
He pulls almost all the way out and then slams down into me, causing my orgasm to spiral through me as he pumps harder and harder into me. Twisting his hips and bucking into my sweet spot time and again.
“Fuck yes. Yes, baby,” I chant to him. I’m lost in the pleasure he brings me. My climax has my toes curling and my hips rising to meet him thrust for thrust. Logan leans down and takes my mouth with bruising force. Our flavors mixing as our tongues lick and stroke. He pulls back and then buries himself into my womb. So deep it almost hurts. I feel his body start to shudder as his orgasm bursts forth like an erupting dam inside of me.
His climax leaves him sated and limp in my arms. I run my fingers up and down his broad back as he lays his head over my racing heart. He shifts himself so that his leg is thrown over my waist, and his head remains on my chest, but his body lies beside me.
“That was amazing. I can never get enough of you.” His voice comes out barely above a whisper.
I giggle. “Same to you, stud.” I kiss his hairline and lay my head back down. “Let’s go grab a bite to eat. I’m kind of hungry after all of that.” He raises his head and gives me an ‘are you serious’ look. I nod.
“All right. How about you stay he
re and I run down to the kitchen and see what’s left of dinner?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll go freshen up while you’re gone.”
With that he gets up and throws on some sweat pants and a t-shirt. Then he winks as he pulls the door closed behind him.
As I’m pulling on some cotton pants, I hear a timid knock on the door. I grab my sports bra from the drawer and pull it over my head, then throw on a t-shirt over that, and head to our bedroom door. When I open it, I find Josie on the other side with a shit-eating grin.
“The just-shagged look works well for you.” She laughs, and I smile back at her. I open the door all the way, and she walks in. Her eyes roam around the room, taking in the messy sheets, discarded clothing, and the smell of sex in the air. I can’t help it. I blush with embarrassment. I’m a little uncomfortable with her knowing what took place only minutes ago. She turns back around, and her playful demeanor fades into a look of seriousness.
“I hate to disturb your privacy, Sully, but there’s been an attack, and we need to get moving.”
I follow Josie’s black-clad form down the stairs to find Miles, Kayla, and the rest of the crew gathered in a tight cluster by the front door. They look like they’ve been dragged through a meat grinder. Thad’s hair is standing up in a fall of ebony disarray, while Kayla stands next to him gesticulating wildly to Duncan about how large something was. As we near the group, their distressed voices become clearer and clearer. Kayla’s tone is animated and laced with excitement as she speaks.
“…standing next to the moonwalker, covered with some sort of slick film that glistened under the streetlight. I swear to the gods, Duncan, I have never seen anything like it. It was like a moonwalker, but much larger, and more disgusting looking.” Kayla snarls her nose in disgust as she recollects something. If I didn’t know she was talking about some creature that sounds like it was covered with snot, I would think the look was aimed at me.
But she seems so engrossed in her tale of the snot-covered beast that she doesn’t even notice that I have joined the group. My eyes wander over their bruised and battered faces. I’m sure if I were to see them with their shirts off, the full extent of the damage would be unsettling, to say the least. Whatever this thing was, it handed them their ass, and they look pissed about it.
Josie sidles up next to me, and we take in the ragtag crew with their tattered leathers and wild, sweat-soaked hair. They look like a rock band who’s been on an all-night bender.
“She’s not exaggerating, Duncan. I buggered that wanker up, and it didn’t even slow him down.” Miles nods emphatically as Duncan looks around, taking in every nuance of his team.
“We’ll have to send in everyone we have to take it out,” a deep, familiar voice says from over my shoulder. I look behind me to see Logan setting a food-laden tray down on a small table before closing the distance.
Warm arms wrap around my stomach and pull me back into his muscular frame. I feel his lips graze the top of my head. All eyes turn to him as he stands firmly behind me with his hands locked together over my abdomen.
Kayla’s eyes dart to me and then to Logan, taking in our casual clothes, and I can see the second it registers in her mind that we’ve been making love because her eyes take on an entirely different glimmer: jealousy.
“Well, how nice of you to join us. Maybe if you’d quit worrying about getting your dick wet, you could have been there tonight to help us finish it off. But you were doing this instead.” She points a long, skinny finger at me as if I’m shit stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Her upper lip snarls as she looks me over. God, I so do not like this chick.
“Enough!” Duncan’s voice thunders through the room. All heads turn to him as he paces back and forth through the foyer. He stops and turns to look at the crew, takes a deep breath and releases it, and then begins to speak again. “I cannot bloody think with the noise you are making. Do not start with your shite now, Kayla.” His brogue rolls off his tongue with a thick and heady rhythm.
“What was this creature doing with a moonwalker? We need to find out why they are working together.” He taps his fingers on his bearded chin. “My estimation would be it is using the moonwalker to track us but was somehow distracted. I want detailed information on this one. Do you understand?” His eyes lock with each member of the team, and they nod back in agreement. Finally his piercing gray eyes narrow in on me, and I feel a flutter of unease starting to churn in my belly.
He crosses his arms over his broad chest, showing there’s no arguing with what he’s about to decree. “Sulwen, I think it would benefit you to go on this patrol. Go and gather your things, lass. It’s time for you to face what we’re up against.”
With that said the crew disbands and goes off in separate directions. I start to step away but notice Duncan giving me an odd look. I cock my head in question, but he just gives a curt nod and turns to give orders to Chase, who is still standing there like he needs a moment alone with Duncan. Duncan puts his arm around his bulky shoulders, and they head in the direction of the study. Whispers trail in their wake.
Logan gently pulls me to follow him. We run up the steps and jog down the hall to our room. I can hear the crew scattering around to gather more supplies behind us. We round the final corner, and Logan walks into our room and closes the door behind me. He grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him. His piercing eyes are filled with concern and love. His worry is a tangible force that washes over me and leaves my body feeling wound tight beneath his touch.
He moves in and kisses my forehead with his soft lips. I can feel his warm breath glide over my skin as he begins to speak in a hushed whisper. “I don’t like this, Sulwen. I know I’m not supposed to interfere with the mission, but you’re mine, and I have a problem with letting Duncan place you in harm’s way.” He swallows a heavy breath, and I feel his chest bump against mine as he breathes in deeply and releases it slowly.
“I have to prove that I can be an asset to this team, Logan. You can’t shelter me from everything like I’m a child.”
He cradles my face in his masculine but tender hands. “Please stay by my side at all times. Okay? I can’t fight if I’m constantly looking over my shoulder to check that you’re still by my side. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” I move my hands up and place them over his, then tilt my head to the left and kiss his wrist, then to the right and kiss it as well. My hands squeeze tightly onto his so that he understands the importance of what I’m about to say. “Logan, all of my life I’ve never fit in. I’ve always been the girl on the outside looking in. Nothing has ever felt quite right…until now. I feel it, Logan. I feel it to very depths of my soul. This is what I was meant to do. I have finally found the missing link.” I release a weary breath. “Please don’t hold me back. I need you to know I can do this. I need you to believe in me so that I can believe in myself.” Our eyes clash, and I can see the turmoil swirling in the depths of his mossy green orbs.
He releases my face, and my arms fall to my sides. “You’re right. You’re right.” He turns and walks in an agitated circle, mussing up his hair as he runs both hands through it, and then a sense of resolved calm washes over his face. He looks to me, and I can see the moment when he finally accepts what must be. His shoulders ease back as if a thousand-pound boulder has lifted from them. I never realized what a burden his concern for my safety was to him. He must see guilt in my expression because he begins to shake his head.
“No, Sulwen. You’ve never been a burden. Never. I just need to learn to let you fly. Even though I feel like I need to lock you in a closet and stand guard twenty-four seven. I know it’s unreasonable, but it’s so fucking hard to deny myself the right to protect you.” He takes two steps and wraps me in his arms. I loop my arms around his waist and clutch them together in the small of his back.
What seems like hours pass even though it’s only been a minute or two, and I pull back to look up at him. He begins to scatter butterfly kisses across my brow w
hile muttering some incantation I’ve never heard before. “Mo chroí.” I look up into eyes so green that I get lost in the tiny flecks of gold and silver running through them, and he plants a firm kiss on my parted lips.
I close my eyes and savor the taste of him as his tongue enters my mouth and fills me with a surge of euphoric energy. His strong arms wrap around me, and his hands curl into the nape of my neck, pulling me in closer to his body.
We pull apart at the same time, and our breaths have noticeably picked up the pace. Logan turns and walks into the massive walk-in closet only to return with two sets of black leather, one noticeably larger than the other. He lays them down on the bed and begins to remove the sheer plastic covering. The smell of new leather accosts my senses as soon as they are pulled free.
He pulls the smaller jacket and pants off the hanger and hands them to me.
“Wear these. They’re thick, and they’ll help deflect damage should you find yourself in hand-to-hand combat.”
I walk over to my side of the bed, where my clutter of clothes are heaped on top of my bag, remove my t-shirt, and pull on a sports bra and black tank top. I push down my bottoms and reach for the pants Logan hands me. They slide up and over my curves like a lover’s hand. I pull the zipper up on my left hip and fasten the buckle clasp together. Logan moves closer, and I put my arm out for him to slide the jacket on. While I’m zipping up, I hear him shedding his clothes and pulling on his own leathers.
I grab a pair of black military-style boots and sit down on the loveseat to put them on. Once I’m dressed I walk to the bathroom to put on a black elastic headband to keep my hair out of my face and refasten the ponytail holder snugly against my head.
By the time I walk out of the bathroom, Logan is at the door, pulling knives and various other blades out of a duffle bag Chase is holding. He turns and walks over to me and straps one on each thigh, each calf, and then tucks one into my left boot. I look like Lara Croft, only there’s no tomb to raid…just evil lurking that needs to be exterminated before any more innocents are hurt or killed.
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