Unbounded Fury

by Jaden Sinclair

  Dannie shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

  “Tell me.”

  She licked her lips and looked around, not sure what she was trying to do. The small amount of courage she had went right out the door as fast as it came.

  “I-I don’t know,” she rushed out, running both hands into her hair. “I don’t know anything,” she groaned, moving over to the bed and sitting down. “I’m feeling so stupid right now.”

  “Okay, I think I know what might be going on here.” He also walked over to the bed and sat down, tugging at her so she would move closer to him where he could put an arm around her. “You’re afraid of me, right?”

  With a sigh of aggravation, mostly because she didn’t know how to express herself without sounding stupid, Dannie got back up. “I’m not scared of you.” She made to walk away from him, only to have Logan grab hold of her wrist to stop her.

  “Then what is it?” he asked. “Talk to me.” Gently Logan pulled her back, but not to sit down next to him. Now she stood between his legs, looking down at his face.

  “I don’t know how,” she said low. “Expressing feelings and things we want wasn’t really something that was allowed.”

  “I’m allowing it now.”

  “Not that simple.”

  “Sure it is.” He smiled up at her. “For this to work between us I could use some help.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that how am I supposed to know what you like and don’t like if you don’t tell me.”

  Duh! “Guess that is easy, or at least sounds easy.” Again, she looked around the room just to avoid his eyes.

  “Dannie, look at me.” Slowly, her gaze returned to his. “Open your mouth and speak to me.” Instead of talking, she shook her head again. He sighed. “Okay, why don’t we just start with what you like, and only think about you here?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean there has to be something you enjoy between us. Hell, you touched me first, remember?” She nodded at that. “So think about what you like. What would you like for me to do?” Instead of answering again, she shrugged her shoulders. That had him sighing again. “Communication is what has to happen you know.”

  “I guess I sort of liked touching you that night,” she said very low, almost hoping that he didn’t hear her.

  “Okay, that’s a start then, and one we can do again.”

  Dannie couldn’t stop herself from staring wide eyed at him. Logan pushed her back enough for him to be able to stand up. With a slight grin on his face, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side. When his hands reached for his jeans, she panicked.

  “What are you doing?” she rushed out.

  “Taking my clothes off.”

  “But why?” The snap of his jeans opening and her mouth went dry. When the zipper went down, she turned around, giving him her back, unable to watch him undress. His jeans went flying over her head, landing right in front of her on the floor. When she heard the bed give, she started to shake, unable to move or say a thing.

  “Okay, Dannie, I’m all yours.”

  Licking her lips, then biting the lower one, Dannie slowly turned around and just about lost the willpower to breathe right. Logan was in the middle of the bed, his legs spread out, with his arms up over his head, and the thin sheet covering the middle of his body. His legs were hanging out from under the sheet; it didn’t do a very good job of covering anything up. She could clearly make out the outline of his dick, which seemed to be getting a bit larger.

  Slowly coming out of her shock, Dannie shook her head again. “I can’t do anything.”

  “Sure you can.”

  “No, I can’t. Its daylight outside and-and-and...” She took a deep breath, working to calm herself. “Logan, you couldn’t see me that night.”

  “So.”

  “So that helped—for me that is.”

  “Um, okay.” He seemed like he might be thinking for a second and even looked around the room. When those dark eyes of his landed back on her she knew he had an idea and wouldn’t be able to get out of this little plan of his. “Take your shirt off.”

  “Huh?”

  “You can keep the undershirt on, if you want, but take the t-shirt off.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to use it as a blind fold.”

  Why she moved and did as he asked, she would never know or understand. Dannie pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to him. He smiled, brought it up to his face, and closed his eyes as he took a deep smell of it. He then stretched it out as much as it would go and wrapped it around his eyes.

  “Better now?”

  “I don’t know.” She inched closer. “Can you see anything?”

  “Nope, but I will say your scent, which is all over this is slowly starting to drive me nuts.”

  “Huh?”

  He smiled, and it seemed strange seeing him smile when she couldn’t really see his eyes. “I love it.”

  “That’s one of your weird wolf things, right?” Logan’s smile got bigger and he nodded. “Stop it. Starting to freak me out,” she muttered. She took another step closer to the side of the bed. “Okay, so if I do this then, you promise you’re going to keep your hands up there over your head?”

  “For as long as I can,” he nodded.

  Dannie sighed and said, “That isn’t a good enough answer.”

  “Do you know how badly I wanted to touch you that first time?” He squirmed, one leg bending at the knee. “Think if it wasn’t for being tied down I might’ve finished what you had started.” He made what sounded like a half groan and half growl. “Come on, Dannie. I’m giving you complete control here. Forget about everything else and just do what you want to do. No one is in this room to judge you.”

  “But what if I do all of this wrong?”

  “There is no right or wrong way right now. Only what feels right to you. I’m at your mercy and only you.”

  Dannie told herself that she could do this and that she needed to. She needed to get over her fear of everything with him and let herself go. Only it wasn’t that easy. In the back of her mind, it felt as if she was being watched, and this little voice kept screaming in her ear that Mother will know if you touch her. Kaz is right; Mother has fucked us up.

  “You’re thinking again,” he said. “Stop it.”

  She nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. Rubbing her hands together, trying to get them to stop shaking, Dannie reached out and touched his bare knee. Logan didn’t make a sound but he did jump slightly at the contact. Slowly, she moved her way up and went on top of the sheet instead of under it.

  “Um, one quick thing,” Logan said.

  “What?”

  “You might want to take your shorts off also.”

  “Why?”

  “Just trust me on this.”

  Again, trying not to over think things, Dannie did as he suggested and slipped out of the shorts. She now stood in nothing but her underwear. Another deep breath and she was once more touching him. With her hand at his waist, she stared at it as she moved over his flat stomach, feeling the hardness of his muscles, fascinated with the way the muscles moved under her fingers when she skimmed over them.

  It seemed different this time, the touching of his body. She felt a bit more assurance in herself, but she was still very nervous that any moment her mother might bust in the door and start beating her for it. For everything that he said to her, she still couldn’t shake off that feeling as if she was doing something very wrong again.

  She slid her hand higher all the while trying to stop the thoughts from filling up in her head. She needed to get over the fear. Her mother wasn’t here, there wasn’t anyone to stop her from doing what she wanted to do right now.

  In the middle of his chest, she stopped and looked up at his face. Logan had his mouth open and was breathing faster than when she first started with her hand at his leg. She didn’t understand really how he could be a
ffected so much just by her touch.

  “Why does my touch do this to you?” she asked, lightly moving the tips of her fingers back and forth between his flat breasts.

  “Because we are meant for each other.”

  “So if I do this then...” Flattening her hand, she slid it right down and under the sheet, closing it around his hard flesh. “What does that do to you?”

  “Gets me very excited,” he breathed out fast. “You make me work on my control.”

  “Am I in control?”

  “You are right now.” She started to move her hand up and down the base and he moaned. “God, you so are in control right now.”

  “Want me to stop?”

  “Hell no!”

  One arm moved down and she stilled. Butterflies started in her belly when he also reached under the sheet and closed his hand over hers. Without another word, Logan moved her hand up and down on his erection once more. With each pull, he hissed, showing her how he wanted it. Dannie watched his face, or as much of it as she could see thanks to her shirt over it, twisted up as if he might be in pain.

  “Does this hurt?” she asked when his hand had hers closing tighter around his flesh.

  “No,” he groaned, the speed picking up.

  “Your face looks like it hurts.”

  He smiled “Trust me. It doesn’t hurt. It feels very good.” A few more fast strokes and he stopped her hand. “But I think now is the time to stop.”

  “Why?”

  “Because if you keep going then I’m going to come.” Dannie pulled her hand back and Logan slowly raised his back up. His chest rose and fell fast. “Give me a second here.”

  The idea of crawling up on him, as she had seen her sister do with Thorn and some of the others in the past came to mind. Dannie gave in to the thought before she chickened out and was greeted by a hiss when she sat down on him. His erection pressed up against her hard and hot.

  “Am I heavy?” she asked, moving around on him to better position her knees.

  “No,” he stated through his teeth.

  Then the thought hit her. This was how he was always taken by those other women over the past couple of years, and clearly, having her on top of him brought back too many bad memories.

  “God, I’m sorry,” she rushed out, trying to get off. “I forgot that this is how those other women used you.”

  Logan moved fast, yanked her shirt from his eyes and broke his promise to her. He sat up, arms going around her waist, stopping her from getting off. Their eyes locked and it shocked her to see specks of red in the dark orbs.

  “Those women aren’t you,” he said, his voice now sounding very deep, almost a bit raw. “You on top of me feels right and damn good.”

  Dannie stared at him with her eyes wide open. Her mouth went dry with shock when her clit started to throb because of the hardness between her legs.

  Slowly, Dannie reached up and touched his face with both hands. Logan didn’t move or let her go. His stare seemed glued to her own. She began to shake in those strong arms and lowered her face to his, bringing his lips closer to hers.

  She touched his first and heard a soft rumble come from him. She felt his chest tremble from her caress. Another touch of lips to lips then she felt the tip of his tongue touch her lips. One lighter kiss and Dannie just gave in to it all. She wrapped both arms around his neck, pressed herself to him, and kissed him a bit harder than she had intended.

  Logan moaned, opened his mouth and their tongues touched. The kiss felt different for her than the others had. She would never be able to explain it to anyone, but she did know that she loved it and it seemed to melt the ice that was still around her.

  Dannie rocked against him moved her hips to feel his erection rub against her. That prompted another moan from Logan, one that had him moving and jerking the sheet away from his body.

  His hands felt as if they were everywhere on her. He rubbed at her back, his those hands were inside the shirt on her back, only to move down and inside of her panties and cupped her rear. The whole time their lips never parted, the kiss only deepened.

  With a hard yank, he ripped the panties from her body. Nothing now stood between them so when she felt herself being slightly picked up and then lowered to hot steel, Dannie held her breath and waited for the pain to come.

  Inch by slow inch she lowered onto his erection, and with those inches not one amount of pain greeted her. She felt some resistance, but nothing like that first time. This time it all felt so different, so right.

  “Oh God!” Dannie cried out seconds before everything he had was inside of her.

  Before she could move, however, Logan’s hands went from her waist up to the top she still had on. It rose up her body and over her head; gone was the last amount of protection she had. Again, his hands went to her waist and lips touched lips. She kissed him deep, just as he had done her and started to move her hips. He guided her and new sensations hit. The throbbing of her clit intensified and with each rotation of her hips, it rubbed against him, making that throbbing only get stronger.

  “Like this,” Logan mumbled against her lips.

  With his hands, he showed how to thrust against him, then how to move her hips in ways that only made things build up even more. The pressure began to build and she wasn’t sure about it. It all felt so intense, more sensitive, and she didn’t know if she could handle it or not.

  “I’m close, Dannie,” Logan moaned, his lips leaving hers to make a hot trail down her chin to her throat and over to her shoulder where he’d left his mark. “Shit, I’m so damn close.”

  “What—what,” she could hardly speak. “Different. It’s different.”

  “Don’t stop.” His tongue licked the spot and she started to tremble. “You’re almost there.”

  “Logan—I-I—”

  It hit so fast it stole her breath away and brought tears to her eyes. Dannie cried out and Logan bit down on her shoulder. Her whole body started to shake and she couldn’t see a damn thing. Tears spilled down her face and she couldn’t control the sobbing or her thrusts.

  “Shhh,” Logan soothed, letting go of her shoulder quickly. “Let it go.”

  And she did.

  Dannie wrapped her arms around his neck and just cried on his shoulder. Logan held her tight. While she cried, her body finished the climax and felt as if it might be humming with new life or something even better than that. Freedom. In his arms, Dannie felt free for the first time in her life. She didn’t think she was going to have to be afraid to sleep now, not that she shouldn’t still be afraid of her mother finding them, but things just felt so different right now. So right.

  “I’m scared, Logan,” she whispered, sniffling as the tears and her body began to stop.

  “I know you are.”

  “Am I safe with you?”

  “Safer than you’ll ever be with anyone else.”

  “What happens now?”

  “Now we start anew. You’re my mate, Dannie. Nothing else matters to me but you.” She pulled back enough to look at him. The action had his cock shifting inside her, still hard and still touching a few sensitive spots. “I promise with my life that I’ll keep you safe.”

  “What if you can’t?”

  “Then I’ll die trying. Nothing is going to take you out of my arms, now that I finally have you there,” he said and smiled. Then, with her still in his arms and their bodies linked, he turned on the bed and scooted a bit to the side. “And as much as I hate to let you go we need to clean up and get dressed. Thorn is going to grill some steaks and I’m starving,” he finished with a groan.

  Dannie smiled, she got up and almost whimpered at the sensitivity of the action. “I get the shower first.”

  “First, my ass. We shower together.”

  “Not if I get there first.” Feet back on the ground and she went running towards the bathroom, slamming the door in his face.

  “You know I can break the door in, right?”

  “That’s cheating and
I got in here first.”

  She could hear him groan right before turning the water on. “Fine, but don’t use all the hot water.”

  “Maybe!”

  Biting his tongue, Logan stood in front of the door staring at it, then narrowed his eyes, took one step forward and kicked it open. Dannie screamed, turned in the shower with her arms crossed her chest, shock spread out on her face.

  “Logan!” she cried out.

  He walked in. “Changed my mind. We shower together.”

  Stepping in behind her, arms going around her body, face into the crock of her neck, Logan was pretty sure that cleaning up would take on a whole new meaning after this shower ended.

  Chapter Eleven

  Vintina stood off to the side watching as Patrick twisted and turned in pain, on the iron bed upon which he was chained. She grinned with each moan that slipped from his mouth, knowing that the withdrawal had to be brutal for him, as it had been for the others.

  “What has he given you?” she asked, not turning around.

  “Not much,” David answered. “But I think he will as soon as the pain increases as his withdrawal keeps going.”

  “I don’t want him dead yet. I want him to suffer even more.”

  “And he will.” She heard him walk away and she turned. Slowly she followed him out of the room and into his office. Vintina stood off, away from him, David went to his desk at the far end of the room, where it was encased in shadows. He looked out at into the night from his window. “So tell me what you’ve done to find Dannie?”

  Vintina raised her chin and met him in the eye. “I’ve got men out looking for them all. We’ll find her.”

  “I don’t believe you.” He moved slowly, away from the desk, out of the shadows and right up to her. She didn’t even see the hand that came up until it made contact with her face, slapping her hard and knocking her down. “You disappoint me, Vintina. I had expected more from you.”

  She tasted blood. Touching her lips, she winced. It was busted open. “I’ll find her,” she croaked in pain.”