by R. E. Butler
She moved under him, writhing and panting, as if she were suddenly overcome with the need to make love. He was walking a fine line of losing control. He moved his hips, pulling out and plunging in, with a slow rhythm. He wanted her to come again before he lost it.
Swiveling his hips, he reached for one of her legs and pulled it up higher on his side. Her pussy tightened around him and she moaned his name. He moved in and out of her, their bodies slick with sweat. Her hands gripped him, her nails digging into his skin. Her body tensed and she gasped, screaming his name as she came. Her body locked down on his like a fist, pushing him off the edge. His cock spasmed inside her and nothing had ever felt so right or so amazing, as making love to his mate.
She licked up the side of his neck, her hands sliding into his hair and fisting the short strands. “Mine,” she growled and bit down hard. He felt her teeth break through his skin and he was overcome with the need to mark her in return. His fangs elongated, and with a sharp growl, he sank his teeth into her neck. She released her hold on his neck with a soft sound, her arms moving around his shoulders and pulling him closer.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he said after he extracted his fangs and licked across the marks. “Forever.”
“Yes, Logan,” she purred, squeezing his hips with her thighs. “Forever.”
* * * * *
“Where are you going?” Jenna asked in a groggy voice Thursday morning, cuddling the pillow under her head.
“Full moon duty, baby, remember?”
She made a humming sound and rolled over onto her back, stretching her arms over her head and twisting slightly, which made the sheet slip off her body. Which was temptingly naked. He pinched the edge of the sheet and covered her up again, ignoring her smirk as he stood.
“Do you want to come with me?” He didn’t exactly want her to come, because there would be half a dozen young males that would act like idiots trying to impress her, and he didn’t want to have to knock heads. But he didn’t want to leave her alone, either. He could drop her off at Jason and Cades’ home, which was a hundred yards from the full moon meeting place, but his wolf nixed the idea and he didn’t disagree. No one should look after his woman but him.
She sat up and cocked her head to the side, her hair spilling around her shoulder, the silver strands glinting in the light from the window. “I don’t know. Do I have to do any heavy lifting?”
Tugging on shorts and jeans, he laughed. “Of course not. That’s what all the young wolves do; I’m just keeping an eye on them. You put a bunch of idiots together in the woods unsupervised and nothing gets done.”
She popped from the bed like a piece of toast from a toaster and joined him at the dresser, where she gathered clothes. “Okay.”
He frowned slightly when he saw something flash in her eyes. He cupped her face and looked into her silver eyes, certain that for a moment he’d seen a flash of amber.
“What?” she asked, whispering as if she thought something was wrong.
“You feeling okay, baby?” He stroked his fingers across her forehead, thinking that she felt a little warm.
“Yeah. I had a weird dream, though.”
“Oh? Was I naked?”
She laughed and started to dress while he finished getting ready. “I said weird dream, not sexy dream. And no, it was me, but I was running in the woods.”
“Were you being chased?” The need to protect her, even from imaginary demons in her dreams, swept over him.
“No, I think I was chasing something. I don’t know. It was strange.”
She pulled her shirt over her head and groaned slightly, turning away and walking towards the bathroom with a limp. Alarm bells went off in his head and he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
“I thought we needed to leave?” She snuggled against him, nuzzling under his ear, which made his skin prickle and his cock harden.
“You’re limping.” Anger swept through him and his voice came out harsher than he intended. He had hurt her while they’d made love all night, and she was just too nice to tell him she’d had enough. “Did I hurt you?”
He set her down on the counter and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Not hurt.” She scraped her nails across his neck lightly and tugged him towards her.
“Jenna, you were limping,” he repeated himself, but the scent of her arousal spiked in the air and it was all he could do to gently, but firmly, free himself from her grasp.
Her lower lip stuck out slightly in a pout. “Don’t you want me?”
“Of course I do, sweetheart, but we made love all night and obviously you’re sore. Not to mention the fact that we need to leave in about ten minutes.”
“That’s long enough for a quickie.”
“Later, sweetheart, when we get home.”
She made a sound that was incredibly close to a snarl and pushed off the counter. “Fine. Get out so I can get ready.”
Surprised at her abrupt emotional change, he stepped from the bathroom and winced as she slammed the door.
Ten minutes later, as she stared mutely out the window of his truck while he drove to the full moon meeting place, he was at a complete loss for words. One minute she’d been hot and the next she’d run cold, with no explanation. It was true they’d known each other only a few days, but he hadn’t thought she was a moody kind of person. It actually reminded him a bit of when he was a young wolf, and his first few moons would make him feel out of control emotionally. He hadn’t really had anyone to help him deal with the aggression and the desires that swamped him back then, because his grandmother didn’t understand what male wolves dealt with, anymore than he understood what she-wolves went through their first few moons. But Jenna wasn’t a wolf, she was a fairy. Maybe the dream had upset her more than she’d let on.
As if sensing he was looking at her, Jenna glanced at him and he was surprised to see tears shining in her eyes.
He jerked the truck to the side of the road, unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Whatever I did, I’m sorry.”
She cried into his neck, sobs shaking her body as he held her close and wondered what the hell he’d said or done to set her off. The bathroom conversation came to mind and he felt like a giant ass.
“Baby, I want you all the time, I do, I swear. I know you’re sore, and it would kill me if I hurt you while we were making love. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Shaking her head, she sniffled and pulled away from him, wiping shaking fingers under her eyes.
“It’s not that, Logan. I just don’t feel right. Yesterday when we made love all day and all night, it was all I could think about. And this morning, I still want you and I feel like I can’t ever get enough of you. But then I was just angry and I don’t even know why and I don’t know why I’m crying now, either. I feel out of control and not myself and I don’t know what to do.” Her voice wavered slightly at the end and she started crying again.
She fell against him and he held her, unsure what he should do. After several minutes, she seemed to gather herself. She kissed him on the cheek and settled back in her seat. As fast as the tears had come, they were gone. More confused than before, he put the truck in gear and finished the drive, following a path through the woods to where the pack congregated on the full moon. He hadn’t given much thought to what Jenna would do when he went out to hunt with his pack. Cades didn’t shift and a group of females stayed with her while Jason hunted, so perhaps Jenna could stay with her.
Logan lowered the tailgate and Jenna hopped up, settling herself with what he suspected was a lot more wiggling then necessary, flashing him a sultry smile. He cupped her face and leaned down, brushing his lips across hers, watching as her eyes slipped from bright silver to dark steel. His wolf growled in approval.
Her hands, which had been hooked around his waist, slid forward, one dipping down to caress the fly of his jeans. With a groan, he cir
cled her wrist with his fingers and lifted her hand to his mouth.
She leaned into his chest and sighed deeply, and he released her hand and wrapped both arms around her. “You okay, baby?” He rested his cheek on the top of her head.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“You still feeling out of sorts?”
She nodded.
“When we’re done here, we’ll go home and relax.”
He felt her teeth bite into his chest like a warning nip and he looked down at her. She wiggled her brows. “We’ll relax tomorrow.”
Chapter 7
Logan kissed her with an exaggerated groan and moved away from the truck, promising to wrap things up with the young wolves quickly. She looked over the group of seven, counting only one female. She was thin, with sunny blonde hair and large blue eyes. She was using a rake to clear the area around a deep firepit. As she worked, she looked up surreptitiously at the males, her eyes darting back to her task whenever one of them looked at her. Jenna smiled to herself. She’d been that young girl once, unsure of how to approach a boy that liked her, afraid to be rejected, always wondering where she fit in. She shifted her gaze to Logan as he lifted a thick log and carried it effortlessly to the pit, dropping it inside. Things were easier with him because they’d been thrown together by the spell when he’d saved her life. She didn’t have to wonder if he liked her, because she could feel it. They hadn’t known each other long, but she felt like they were old souls and had been together forever. She had woken up half in love with him at the hospital, but yesterday, when he’d been so tender with her, she’d fallen head over heels. But he was a big, strong, macho kind of guy and he probably didn’t want to hear her mooning emotions, and she didn’t want to freak him out in case he thought it was too soon. She’d wait a while longer to tell him her true feelings.
She watched his muscles bunch and flex as he moved and her body heated in response. The man was a walking advertisement for sex. They’d managed to keep their hands off each other for a few days, but eventually they’d given into their urges, and she was very glad they had. Yesterday had been one explosive orgasm after another. She’d woken up feeling a little sore, but she felt perfectly fine now, if not a little hot and anxious.
She licked her lips and her teeth began to tingle as she remembered biting Logan. It had been the strangest thing. She’d felt compelled to do it, as if it was something she was supposed to do. Her body began to hum and she crossed her legs, which just made her jeans rub against her suddenly throbbing pussy.
Fanning herself, she uncrossed her legs, muffling her groan through pursed lips, and hopped down. Maybe a walk would help clear her mind. The air was crisp and she inhaled several times, filling her lungs with the scent of trees and nature. She moved through the trees leisurely, keeping the clearing in her sights. She certainly didn’t want to get lost. And Logan would probably be pissed that she’d walked away without him.
What’s that?
Something light brown flashed in her peripheral vision and she felt all her senses narrow to the low-hanging leaves of a shrub. Something was in there. She tilted her head to the side, narrowing her eyes on the space between leaves where the creature had disappeared. Shifting her weight, she moved slowly forward, closing the distance.
She was almost within reach of the creature when a hand wrapped around her arm and jerked her upright with a snarl.
“Damn it, Jenna!” Logan growled.
The creature, a small rabbit, darted off and Jenna sighed. “Thanks a lot, Logan. I almost had that thing.”
He frowned. “You were trying to catch a rabbit?” His tight grip on her arm relaxed slightly.
Hearing him say the words out loud made it sound insane. Had she really been stalking a little furry rabbit? And just what was she going to do when she caught it?
Shaking her head, she laughed, and then noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt any longer. His tattoos stood out against his lightly tanned skin, and she moved closer, running her fingers across the design on his arm. He went very still and she cast her eyes up at him as she touched her lips to his bicep and licked the curve of one swirl.
“Baby,” his voice was low.
“Take me home, Logan.”
He cupped her face with both of his hands. “Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?”
“Hot,” she purred.
To her dismay, one of his hands pressed to her forehead.
She rolled her eyes. “Not that kind of hot.”
His eyes widened and he dropped his hand from her forehead. His nostrils flared, and she knew he could smell how turned on she was. Hell, she felt like she could smell it, too; the sweet, musky scent of her desire for him.
“Take me home…now.”
He turned them quickly and pulled her through the woods back to the clearing, where the young wolves appeared to be finishing up.
“Go check in with your alpha after you put the tools up. See you tonight.”
He opened the door to his truck and helped her inside, walking around the back and slamming the tailgate shut before climbing into the driver’s side and shutting the door.
The truck rumbled to life and he pulled away from the clearing, following a path through the woods that ran next to the alpha’s house and out to the street. She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down, lifting her hips and pushing them down her legs.
The truck swerved and Logan cursed. “What are you doing?”
“Put your finger right here,” she said, pointing to her clit.
He looked at her in confusion, but reached his hand over, sliding his finger down her swollen nub and through the wet lips of her pussy.
“Shit, baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned, keeping his eyes on the road as his finger moved up and down and swirled around her clit.
“You turn me on,” she said, placing her hand on top of his and lifting her hips to guide his finger as it glided over her.
“You turn me on, too, love,” he looked at her again, but just for a brief moment. “You want to come?”
“Yes, please,” she moaned, her head pressing against the headrest restlessly as her hips lifted.
His finger bent and he began to flick the side of her clit with fast motions. Her stomach fluttered and her feet drummed into the floor.
“Oh, Logan,” she gripped his arm. “Oh!” She arched her hips off the seat and he pushed two fingers into her pussy as she came, his fingers sliding easily inside.
He prolonged her orgasm with his fingers, fucking her hard with them until he reached around the steering wheel and turned off the truck and she realized that they were in the garage. Slipping his wet fingers from her body, he licked the tips with a low growl and opened his door.
“Get those fucking pants off now.”
Slamming his door, he stalked around the front of the truck and she kicked off her shoes hurriedly and shoved her jeans and panties off her legs. He ripped the door open and jerked her into his arms.
Jenna wrapped her legs around Logan’s waist as he kissed her while carrying her into the house. This was what she’d been wanting, she was sure of it. All morning, while she’d watched him with the young wolves, she’d wanted him again. It didn’t matter that they’d made love all night. All that mattered was that she wanted him now, and then again and again, until her voice was hoarse and her limbs were useless.
He turned into the bedroom and she dug her nails into his shoulders as she deepened the kiss. Her back met the wall, cushioned by his arm as his fingers tangled in her hair and a growl rumbled from his chest.
“Now, Logan, now.” She tugged on his waist with her legs, grinding herself against the ridge of his erection.
He undid his jeans and freed his cock.
“Fucking look at me, baby,” he said with a hoarse voice as his cock breeched her pussy and shoved inside her.
She opened her eyes wide and stared into his, which were now ringed with amber. His hand slapped the wall next to them and the arm th
at was holding her against him slipped to cushion her ass.
“Mine. You’re fucking mine.”
He pounded into her, their bodies coming together again and again as he took her against the wall fast and hard. Heat coiled in the center of her body and she dug her nails into his shoulders and gripped his hips with her legs. He pistoned in and out of her with speed and force, rocking her hard and fast, his lips curled into a snarl and his eyes blazing.
She reached between them and touched her clit. The friction of his body against hers had primed her so she was tightly wound and ready to come. A few flicks of her fingers and she fell apart, her body locking down on his as her mouth fell open in a scream of pure pleasure. He roared when he came, the sound a mixture of pleasure and possession.
Panting hard, he buried his face in her neck. Her body went limp and she breathed out a sigh of relief. She felt better. Maybe all she’d needed was a good, hard fucking.
His teeth nipped at her neck and she shivered. “Don’t walk away from me in the woods like that again, Jenna. I thought we had an understanding about you disappearing on me.”
She wasn’t feeling particularly repentant. “If you’re going to do this every time I wander off, I have to say that’s not much of a deterrent.”
His head shot up and he glared at her for a long moment before he started to laugh. “I suppose not.” He moved them away from the wall and to the bed, where he laid her down and shucked his clothes. “Just promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked, joining her on the bed.
“Not really. Are you?”
“I could eat.”
She grinned and pointed to her pussy. “Good idea. Why don’t you put your face here for about an hour?”
He barked out a laugh, sliding down her body. “Whatever my baby wants.”
* * * * *
Logan led her into the front door of his alphas’ home. Jason and Cadence were in the kitchen, and Logan introduced Jenna to them. Jason wasn’t as tall or muscular as Logan, but he had an air of authority about him and she could see why he was alpha. His mate, Cades, was beautiful, with dark hair and green eyes. They greeted Jenna warmly.