Logan's Alpha (Evan's Alphas Book 3)

by D. J. Heart

  “The type with synthetic omega hormones. It would trick my knot into thinking you were an omega. I’d come three times as much, and my knot would last for at least an hour. It’s expensive, though, and most betas are kind of freaked out by it.”

  Logan laughs a little hysterically. Of course betas are freaked out by it. He already feels like he’s going to burst with what Merchant has pumped inside of him. The idea of three times as much, as well as being forced to hold it for over an hour, is frankly a little terrifying.

  “You want that?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

  “I want a lot of things,” Merchant says, a dark edge to his voice. “But that doesn’t mean you have to do them for me. It’s not fun for me if you’re not having fun, too.”

  Logan feels a nervous flutter in his stomach. They haven’t really discussed what they’re into—sexually that is—though Logan gets the idea that Merchant is quite a bit more experienced than himself.

  And what does Merchant mean, “a lot of things”? Logan has never considered the possibility that simply getting fucked and taking Merchant’s knot might not be enough for the alpha. What else could he want?

  “What kinds of things?” he asks, wondering just how in over his head he is.

  “Bondage,” Merchant says into his ear, sending a shiver up Logan’s spine. “Discipline and punishment. Role-play. Fisting and cock stuffing.”

  Logan doesn’t even know what cock stuffing is, but the idea of it has his balls trying to crawl back into his body. Merchant has to be kidding, right? Fisting, bondage, and discipline has to be a joke… doesn’t it?

  Merchant laughs, and Logan relaxes. The alpha is just joking.

  “Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll go slow and figure out what you like and what you don’t like. You never have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  Logan is not reassured.

  “Don’t be scared, okay?” Merchant says, his voice comforting. “We’ll start small, and if it turns out you’re as vanilla as you think you are, then that’s fine. I just think you might enjoy adding some spice to our relationship as we get to know each other better.”

  Logan nods, trying not to be intimidated. He just has no idea if he’s cut out for adventurous sex. Trying to imagine himself tied up as Merchant spanks his ass, Logan is surprised by the flare of arousal that sparks in his belly. Though that might also just be from the way Merchant moves his hips and jostles the knot impaling him.

  “Okay,” Logan says, not really sure what he’s agreeing to. Merchant makes a pleased noise as he buries his face in Logan’s hair, and after that they don’t speak. Logan can feel Merchant’s knot getting smaller, finally, and he has to clamp down to prevent any of Merchant’s huge load from seeping out of his ass.

  “Come on, let’s get to the shower,” Merchant says. His knot is almost back to normal, and Logan is having a hard time keeping everything he’s been filled up with inside. He makes a noise of agreement. Merchant’s cock stabs into him as the alpha scoops him up and carries him into the bathroom, each step making him bounce on Merchant’s cock. He can feel the load that’s been pumped into him running out of his ass and making a mess of Merchant’s thighs. It feels weird, but it’s not as humiliating as Logan would have imagined. After all, they made this mess together.

  When they get into the shower, Merchant lifts him up and off his cock. He’s lowered down to the floor, a steadying hand on his shoulder. Without Merchant’s cock inside of him, Logan feels empty and a little forlorn.

  Being knotted was an overwhelming experience, but in a good way.

  “Come on, let’s get you clean,” Merchant says. He gently moves Logan out of the way and turns on the water. Merchant takes the showerhead off the holder and waits until the water is running warm, grabbing the shower gel and pouring a generous amount into his hand as he waits. He then proceeds to wash Logan from head to toe.

  Logan leans against the wall of the shower as Merchant runs his big hands up his legs and in between his thighs, cleaning away come and lube, before moving over his hole with a sure hand and unexpectedly prying into him with a thick finger.

  “Fuck,” Logan whimpers, making Merchant grin from where he’s kneeling between his legs. Merchant withdraws his finger and moves his hand to Logan’s balls.

  “You’ve got a nice little cock here,” Merchant muses, soaping up Logan’s balls before working on his shaft. Logan’s breath hitches at the slick manipulation of his cock, and he finally gets hard again. Merchant jerks him off, one hand on his hip keeping him steady.

  “Think you can come again?” Merchant asks, moving his hand from Logan’s hip and up between his legs. The finger is added back to his ass, and Logan cries out when Merchant finds his brutally oversensitive prostate and pushes down.

  He comes, and the orgasm feels like it’s been ripped out of his body. It hurts and feels amazing at the same time, and Merchant looks smug as fuck as he milks Logan to completion.

  “Good boy,” Merchant says, adding more soap to his hand and working his way up Logan’s body like nothing has happened. Logan pants, feeling sleepy and exhausted, enjoying Merchant’s touch.

  He closes his eyes, and he barely notices the frown on Merchant’s face when he reaches Logan’s head. Logan had completely forgotten about his recent head injury, but when Merchant starts carefully cleaning the blood off from behind his ear, he remembers. It doesn’t hurt at all, though.

  When Merchant has cleaned him from top to toe, he turns the spray on himself and efficiently cleans himself. Logan reaches out, wanting to return the favor, but Merchant doesn’t let him.

  “You need to sleep, Logan. You can barely stand upright,” he says, rinsing the soap from his muscular chest. Logan doesn’t argue, staring at Merchant’s powerful body and marveling that this is his alpha now.

  He can’t believe he ever tried to convince himself he didn’t like alphas.

  Merchant turns off the water and leads him out of the shower. Logan lets himself be dried off and led back to bed. Merchant tucks him in under the covers and crawls in after him, hugging him close. The sheets reek of sex, the scent thick and cloying, and Logan takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes.

  “Are you happy?” Merchant asks, sounding strangely serious. Logan grins into his pillow.

  “Very,” he says, meaning it with every fiber of his being. Merchant doesn’t reply, but he tucks his arm around Logan’s waist and pulls him back into the curve of his body. Logan sighs, loving the close contact, and falls asleep.

  ***

  Merchant wakes up with Logan still in his arms. He untangles his arm from underneath Logan’s waist and slips out of bed without waking the young beta, and then moves silently out of the room and into the kitchen.

  He can’t believe he claimed Logan. Merchant doesn’t know if he should be grinning or crying. Thinking back on the night before, he hardly recognizes himself.

  It’s not that anything he felt or wanted or took was unfamiliar to him—Merchant is an alpha and those instincts are ever-present—but acting on them without being in control of himself? That’s new. Merchant has never let his instincts rule him, and having it happen so completely was scary.

  Groaning, Merchant remembers standing in the shower and cleaning the blood off the side of Logan’s head. It hadn’t even occurred to him while he was fucking Logan and knotting him that he needed to be careful. Logan has a fucking head wound.

  He’s the worst alpha ever.

  Starting up the coffee machine and waiting for it to brew, Merchant grins. He knows that he shouldn’t have claimed Logan the way that he did, that he should have overcome his fears and told Logan the truth about what kind of person he is, but standing here now? With Logan claimed and in his bed?

  Merchant just can’t bring himself to feel bad about it. Logan belongs to him now, and Merchant has every intention of taking care of him, protecting him, and making him happy. Even if that means being vague about what he really does for a livin
g.

  Heading back to the bedroom with a steaming cup of coffee for his new mate, Merchant can’t wait to start his new life as a mated alpha.

  Chapter 13

  Logan wakes up feeling strange. He remembers everything that happened the night before—from being violently arrested to being passionately claimed—but it feels like something that happened to somebody else.

  Sitting up, wincing when his battered hole protests the movement, he looks around for Merchant. He can’t see the alpha, but his scent is everywhere and the sheets next to him are still warm. Feeling self-conscious, Logan debates with himself whether or not he should get up and find his new mate.

  And isn’t that a weird thought? Logan has a mate. An alpha. It’s almost more than he can wrap his head around. The night before submitting to Merchant had seemed like a wonderful idea, but in the cold light of day he wonders if he made the right choice.

  “Good morning. I made coffee.” Merchant pushes the door open with his shoulder and walks into the room. Logan smiles, doubts evaporating at the sound of Merchant’s rich timbered voice, the rich scent of perfectly brewed coffee wafting over him. He looks up to reply with a good morning of his own, but the words die in his mouth.

  Merchant is naked.

  Blushing, Logan can’t help but lower his gaze to the heavy cock dangling between Merchant’s thighs. It’s thick and long, and even flaccid it’s easily twice the size of Logan’s own erection. Nestled behind the cock are two low-hanging balls, looking full and heavy like a pair of plums. Logan imagines getting on his knees and letting Merchant rub his huge cock and balls all over his face, and it isn’t until Merchant lets out a chuckle that Logan realizes that the sheets over his crotch are sporting a pretty telling tent.

  Logan looks away with an abrupt twist of his neck and a deepening of his blush.

  “You can look,” Merchant says, his voice full of laughter. “I like it when you look. See how hard it makes me?” He angles his hips out, making his cock swing from side to side. A bead of pre-cum falls from the slit on the tip of his head and lands on the bed.

  Logan looks again, and sure enough, Merchant’s sizable cock has gotten even bigger. It doesn’t point up like Logan’s does when it gets hard. Gravity pulls it down toward the floor, and its girth is intimidating.

  “You’re naked,” Logan says, stating the obvious. Merchant grins and gets on the bed, sitting down next to Logan with his back against the headboard, his dick coming to rest on his abs.

  It reaches up past his belly button. Logan finds the fact fascinating.

  “I am,” Merchant agrees. “And I brought coffee. Here you go.” Merchant hands Logan one of the cups he’s holding, and Logan takes it with a groan. He brings the rim to his lips and takes a sip. It’s almost enough to distract him from the naked alpha sitting next to him, that’s how good it is.

  “How’s your head?” Merchant asks. He reaches up and gently probes Logan’s head right over his ear, and Logan winces at the sudden tenderness.

  “I forgot about that,” he says. He doesn’t feel dizzy at all—hasn’t since they were in the station—and he was only reminded of the pain when Merchant started probing the area. “I feel fine.”

  Merchant pulls his hand away and rests his arm over Logan’s shoulder. Logan feels butterflies in his stomach as Merchant shifts his body closer, tucking Logan in under his arm.

  “So we’re mated now…” Merchant says, taking a sip of his coffee. He doesn’t say anything else, and Logan tries to figure out what he means. They are mated now. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?

  “Yeah. Is that okay?” he asks. He knew that Merchant wasn’t completely in his right mind the night before, and the very idea that Merchant might regret what happened is like a stone in his gut.

  “It’s amazing.” Merchant sounds content and happy, and the slight tightening of his arm over Logan’s shoulder corroborates the sentiment. Logan is relieved. He doesn’t know what he would have done if Merchant felt like he’d been tricked into mating.

  “Are you free today?” Merchant asks. He curls his arm and moves his hand down over Logan’s chest, finding his nipple and brushing over it with the pad of his index finger. Logan shudders and almost spills his coffee.

  “Yeah. I have a meeting with my uncle tomorrow about a new job, but that’s it. Oh, and Chad and I are getting together sometime to discuss how we’re going to do things now that we don’t have an office anymore.” Logan moves his hand and rests it on Merchant’s thigh, stroking his fingers over the firm muscle. “How did you get me out last night?”

  “I blackmailed the judge who issued the warrant for your arrest.”

  Logan laughs, but Merchant just stares at him. Logan swallows when he realizes that Merchant is serious.

  “You blackmailed a judge? How?” The very idea is foreign to him.

  “I found evidence that he was crooked—which wasn’t hard to do—and then threatened to expose him if he didn’t rescind your arrest warrant. He folded like a house of cards. Then I got one of my friends in the police higher-ups to get you released right away.”

  Logan shakes his head. “Wow,” he says. He takes another sip of coffee to hide how shocked he is at Merchant’s blatant admission of judicial blackmail and police corruption.

  “I do a lot of this kind of thing for Peter,” Merchant explains. “Digging up information and getting people to do what Peter wants. It’s not the nicest job, but I’m good at it.”

  Logan nods. He’s glad that Merchant got him out, but he doesn’t want Merchant to get into trouble. Blackmailing a judge seems like a pretty unsafe thing to do.

  “What would you have done if you couldn’t blackmail the judge?” Logan asks. Merchant’s answering grin is downright scary.

  “He knew he was in the wrong when he issued that warrant. I would have been perfectly within my rights to challenge him. He’s lucky he got off so easy.”

  Logan closes his eyes as goosebumps blossom on his skin. He hates the kind of alpha bullshit Merchant is describing, but it also turns him the fuck on. That Merchant would fight for him is a potent aphrodisiac.

  “I’m glad you didn’t have to do that,” he says, his voice dry. Merchant laughs and kisses the side of his head.

  “I know. You’re much too nice for an alpha like me.”

  Logan doesn’t agree.

  “What about you? Are you free today?” he asks. He’s never been as comfortable as he is now, and the idea of leaving the bed is incredibly unappealing.

  “No,” Merchant says, serious and severe. Logan’s heart sinks and Merchant leans in. “You see, I’ve got this new beta. I have to spend the day breaking him in and showing him just how I like it.”

  Logan grins, a startled moan wrenched from his throat when Merchant pinches down on his nipple. The pain is sharp and intense, and the harder Merchant squeezes down, the stronger the tendrils of pleasure shooting down into his cock become. He can’t believe that he’s sitting in bed with his alpha mate, drinking gourmet coffee and having his nipple played with. It’s surreal.

  “That sounds like fun,” he says, his breathing ragged. It’s taking everything he has not to spill his drink. He should put it down on the bedside table, but it’s too far away to reach with Merchant holding him like he is.

  Merchant laughs and twists harder. “I know,” he says and lets go. Logan lets out a relieved breath. With Merchant’s hold loosened it’s easy to stretch and put away his mug.

  “So today… you want to try stuff?” Logan asks, wondering if he’s up for kinky experimentation already.

  “Stuff?” Merchant’s voice is dark and amused. He puts his own cup down on the bedside table, though he doesn’t have to stretch to reach on his side of the bed.

  “Bondage and stuff like that?” Logan’s voice cracks. He’s nervous, but the idea of being tied up and helpless is making him feel tingly and almost lightheaded. Merchant studies him with a small smile on his face, like he’s thinking about how to answer,
before slowly licking his lips and sliding off the bed. He struts to the other side of the room, cock bouncing with each step, and the sight of his muscular ass has Logan transfixed.

  “I know what I want to try,” Merchant says with his back to Logan as he opens the closet and starts looking for something. He makes a pleased noise when he finds it, carrying whatever it is back to the bed. When Logan catches sight of the object in Merchant’s hands, his balls twitch and for a second he forgets how to breathe.

  It’s a collar. It’s made from gleaming black leather, and Logan can tell just by looking at it that it’s going to feel supple and smooth against his skin.

  “You want me to wear that?” he asks, breathless. Merchant nods, holding the collar in both hands and running his thumb over the buckle, caressing it slowly.