They continued to walk through the trees, Logan guiding her over a downed log here and there. Once, he had to pick her up and lift her over. Her protest of being too heavy was quelled instantly with a look from his dark eyes. She was finally comfortable with her size—with him. How could she not be, after the things they’d done last night? And again this morning. She still wanted to ask him about the knot, but was afraid to. Or, she was more afraid of the answer he might give her.
“Are we having naughty thoughts again, baby?”
“Mmmm,” she purred. “Most definitely.”
“Well, before you get those panties too wet, there’s something I want to show you.”
Katie’s eyes danced with excitement and she forgot about smacking him in the arm for his crude comment. “Your wolf?”
He nodded at her eagerness. “And something else.”
A few more yards and a gazebo came into sight. As they neared, she realized it wasn’t an ordinary gazebo. The sides and the top were covered in glass, providing protection from the elements.
“Oh, Logan. This is beautiful.” He climbed the stairs and opened a sliding glass door. Along the walls and around the floor were strings of lights and there was a large pile of blankets on the floor. She realized he must have brought all this out while she’d been in the shower. Why the heck did he have to be so romantic?
Once he was inside, he closed the door back.
She was surprised at the heat that greeted them and asked. “How is it heated?”
“Solar power. No muss, no fuss. It keeps it about sixty-eight degrees all year round. It’ll seem colder than you think after you’ve been here awhile.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to be naked by then.”
“Oh, really? Says who?” Katie had never felt so free, so uninhibited.
“Says this big, bad wolf.”
They stood for several moments simply looking at each other and smiling.
“Now, I think you wanted to see my wolf, didn’t you?”
Katie sat down on the bench at the back of the gazebo. “Yes, please.” She put her hands under her legs in case she got too excited and reached out to touch him. She didn’t know if that was allowed.
Logan took off his coat. Sitting down beside her, he removed his boots and socks before standing back up. He pulled his shirt over his head in that sexy move that bunched his arms and made the muscles of his chest ripple with power. Next, he reached for the fastener of his jeans. Her eyes held his as he lowered the zipper and pushed them off his hips.
“Could we—”
“Later, baby.” They both knew she wanted to take him in her mouth and taste him.
“Ready?”
She nodded her head.
“Now don’t be scared. It doesn’t hurt me. And I’m still me, understand?”
Katie took a deep breath and nodded, waiting. She realized that if she had blinked at the wrong time, she would have missed it. One moment, Logan was standing in front of her in all his wondrous, naked glory and the next, a dark gray, almost charcoal colored wolf sat before her, looking up at her.
“Logan?”
He stood and walked to her and she was surprised at his size. Even in animal form, Logan was big, much bigger than a wolf in the wild. He butted her thigh until she moved one of her hands and held it out to him. He slid his head under the palm and she realized he wanted her to stroke him. She did, slowly at first, starting at his head, and going down his back. Again and again, she touched him, loving the feel of his silky fur beneath her fingers. Soon he was between her legs and she was stroking him with both hands, her palms running down his sides and back up again.
“Oh, you are a beauty, aren’t you?”
Katie had never been around animals very much, not even dogs when she was younger. But she was so drawn to him. Felt so comfortable with him. He almost seemed to purr beneath her touch. As if he read her thoughts comparing him to a cat, he gave a low growl, making her laugh at her fertile imagination. The wolf could not read her mind. “Do you want to go for a run while I wait here?”
The animal whined, but looked over his shoulder at the door, then back at her again.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” She got up, crossed the small space, and opened the door. When she started to close it, he took the sleeve of her coat in his teeth and gently pulled. “Logan. I can’t run through the snow with you.”
He didn’t let go until she had followed him down the stairs.
“Okay, fine. But when I twist my ankle, you’ll have to shift and carry me back. Naked. In the snow.”
As if agreeing that he would, he made a low, short sound that sounded almost like a bark.
She put her hands on her hips. “You might not be so agreeable if the cold gets to certain parts of you, if you know what I mean.”
When he growled this time, baring his teeth, she squealed and took off through the snow, circling around the gazebo where the land appeared to be nice and flat. He chased her, catching up with her and nipping at her heels before drawing back and pawing at the snow ready to charge again.
Katie had never had so much fun in her life. She’d never played in the snow before. She had no siblings and her parents had been an older couple when they’d had her. A mid-life surprise. She laughed and she ran. She threw snowballs, and she fell in love with her wolf just a little bit more.
Finally, she called a halt, holding her side.
In a second, Logan had shifted and was by her side. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know. I—” She was bent over, pretending to catch her breath. As stealthily as she could, she gathered two handfuls of snow and smashed it against his chest and in his hair—anywhere she could. Well, not anywhere. She did want to have some more fun today. She tried to get away, but he was faster than she anticipated.
“Oh, no, you don’t, honey.” His hands clamped down on her upper arms and he was pulling her close. “You are gonna pay for that.”
With one swift move, he bent and had her over his shoulder, fireman style. “Put me down, right now, you big lug.”
He just laughed and strode back to the gazebo. Katie lay over his shoulder and grinned. This was not a bad position to be in she thought, watching the bunch and release of his naked ass. Her hand skimmed down his back to grip one cheek. “Not bad at all,” she murmured to herself.
He stood her on her feet once they were back in the gazebo and immediately, he shook himself off like a wet dog. Fast melting flakes of snow flew off his hair and shoulders. “Stop that, that’s cold!” she protested.
“I know.” He grinned at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Soon, baby. Soon I’ll let you taste me. Now let’s get you naked.” First, he unbuttoned her coat and slid it off her shoulders. He tossed it in the corner where he’d put his earlier. He bent down and took off her shoes and then her socks. She held onto his shoulder while he did, craving the contact.
He moved away, going to sit on the bench she’d occupied earlier. “Now the rest.”
She wore another thermal shirt. Gathering the hem in her hands, she crossed her arms and pulled it over her head. She couldn’t see his expression as she revealed herself to him, but hoped he liked what he saw. She’d worn a pink satin bra today, a brand new one she’d packed for the weekend with Brad. She laughed to herself, thinking what a turn this adventure at taken. Remembering the flash of his slightly flabby white ass as he’d fucked the nurse, she was pretty damn sure she’d gotten the better end of the deal. She couldn’t contain her snicker. Logan just looked at her with a raised brow, but didn’t ask what she’d found so funny. She was glad. Because then she’d have to tell him what a magnificent ass he had and he was big headed enough as it was. Another snicker.
Could you get high from being happy?
“Now your jeans.”
She slowly unzipped them and shimmied them down her hips. Unlike him she hadn’t gone commando, but wore a matching pair of pink s
pandex boy briefs.
“What no more kitten panties?”
“What?” When she looked at him, he was smiling.
“You had on a pair of panties with gray and pink kittens when I found you in the snow
“Oh, God, you saw those, didn’t you?” She wanted to bury her head in her hands in embarrassment.
“Yep.”
“Well, I don’t have any more kitten panties. Although I do have a pair with yellow ducks on them, I think.” She cock out one hip. “Don’t you like these?”
She knew he did by the way he licked his lips as if he couldn’t wait to get a taste of her.
“Come here.” Once she was standing between his legs, he brushed hot, open mouthed kisses on the tops of her breasts, his tongue licking along the seam of her bra. “This is pretty, baby. But it’s got to go.”
With a flick of his wrist, the cups came apart and he pulled it from her body. He got to his feet and led her to the middle of the quilts. She put up no resistance when he pulled her down beside him.
“Comfortable?” he asked. “Not too cold?”
How could she be cold when his almost liquid heat surrounded her?
“Hmm.”
He smiled at her. “Hmm, indeed.” One of his long fingers trailed down the bridge of her nose, her chin. He placed his index finger against her lower lip, and pulled it downward, exposing the wet moistness inside. Her mouth closed around his finger, sucking it as if it was covered with sugar. Her tongue twirled and swished as his finger moved inside her mouth with a steady, erotic rhythm. He groaned and slowly withdrew his finger. He stroked the wet digit along her collarbones, detouring to her left breast to draw a circle around her areola, making the reddish brown skin crinkle. “You are beautiful… exquisite.”
He continued his touch. Around the crest of her other breast, over the hill of her stomach, tickling her navel. He kept touching her, murmuring words of admiration, wonder. She didn’t want to be admired, she wanted to be possessed. Then he skimmed his hand down. Down, down, down, beneath her panties. His fingers tangled with the curtain of curls she kept trimmed on top of her mound. One finger slid between her pussy lips, feeling the slickness of her slit. “So wet. Do you want me?”
“Yes, Logan, yes. So much.” Her head fell back under the onslaught of his touch.
That ended the teasing. His mouth was on hers, wet and wild and hungry. She clung to him, mindless now. The part of her that she kept deeply buried was suddenly alive, alive and demanding attention. The fear vanished. Caution fell by the wayside. Her hands found his cock and she was touching him, stroking him, spreading the fluid leaking from his tip over his hard length. The groans she drew from him were as deep as the ones he drew from her.
His hand covered her breast, kneading the needing flesh. He took her nipple deep into his mouth, savoring her taste. He pulled back, his warm breath fanned against her skin as he bathed her nipple with his tongue. He repeated the touches on her other breast.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”
“I want you too. So much I ache with it.”
“Where do you ache?” He allowed his hand to slide lower, touching her where he had before. “Here?”
She responded with a slight undulating movement of her hips, tilting upward toward his seeking fingers.
“Here, perhaps?” He whispered next to her ear, his mouth, sucking on the lobe before biting it softly with his strong teeth. He parted her pussy lips and slid his finger through her juices. He lightly rubbed the sensitive spot he found at the top of her slit, so lightly he could scarcely feel her softness. Once again, she made another rolling movement with her hips. Then he slipped his finger into her tight, moist warmth, sliding deep and starting a slow in and out motion.
“Yes, yes,” she gasped as his mouth descended on hers, his tongue imitating the same movement of his finger.
Logan didn’t know if he could stand the pleasure this time. Every time he had her, touched her, the feelings inside him grew. And his wolf lunged at the chains he had wrapped the animal in that very first day when he’d held her naked in his arms.
Never had he wanted a woman so badly, desperate to give her such pleasure. Show her in every way he knew how much she meant to him.
Claim her. Mate her. His wolf whispered in the back of his mind. He wanted to. He wanted that more than anything, but not yet. To distract himself, he concentrated on bringing her pleasure.
Without moving his hand or changing his rhythm, he shifted his weight until both his knees were between hers, carefully nudging them apart.
Fuck, she was so small, and he was so damn aroused. He’d known taking her right after a shift would be dangerous to his control. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he had to be inside her now. He removed his hand from her heated folds and placed his cock against her, barely managing to get the head inside her. She groaned and lifted her hips to him. He spread his legs and grabbed her under her hips, pulling her up to him. He sank into her slowly. Inch by inch. His eyes were riveted to where they were joined. Her legs fell open on either side of him. The only places they touched were where his hands gripped her ass and where his cock was slowly disappearing inside her pussy.
The sight made him throb and grow. He felt the knot start to form, and forced it back. He took her with short thrusts until she was moaning for him to take her faster and harder. He let go of her hips and fell down on his arms, catching his weight. He gave her exactly what she wanted, what he knew she craved. Long, hard thrusts that drove his body deeply into hers. His skin crawled with pleasure at the sensation of his body so tightly embedded in hers. The sleek walls caressed him as he moved in and out.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered. “Tell me, Katie.”
Katie looked up at the man who had, in such a short period of time become the center of her universe. And not because of the throbbing pleasure he was giving her. She felt a connection with him; one that she knew didn’t come along very often. The fervor in his voice matched the one running through her veins. She wanted to be his. Always.
“I’m yours, Logan.”
He thrust into her one last time and then she felt the center of his cock grow, that delicious hardness that she’d felt last night and every time they’d made love since. Then he was moving again, pulling the knot along her pussy. She thrashed her head against the quilts. “No, no, I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes, you can.” With one long thrust, he set them both off. She felt the warmth of his cum as he emptied himself inside her. Her pussy pulsed and clenched, seeming to want to milk every drop from him.
She wasn’t sure she could take the pleasure. Her body was still shaking when he turned on his side, dragging her leg over his. They were still joined together, her pussy still rippling around his cock.
“So sweet, baby. So sweet.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and pulled her even closer. He stroked her back, her hips, her legs. She realized touching her this way, was his way of bringing them both down from the high. Eventually, their breathing calmed and he gently disentangled their bodies. Immediately she felt empty. Alone.
He turned them until they were both lying on their backs, looking up toward the ceiling of the gazebo. She realized the trees had been cut from around the gazebo and there was nothing between it and the sky. The snow was still falling and she imagined she and Logan looked like the inhabitants of a very x-rated snow globe.
“Cold?” He looked over at her, one arm bent beneath his head the other cushioning hers.
She turned to her side and snuggled against him. “How could I be cold with my own heated blanket?”
“I told you wolves were hot, baby.”
She laughed, thinking today had been the best day of her life.
Chapter 18
They spent the rest of the evening—between fucking the living daylights out of each other—talking and watching movies. They both agreed being snowed in called for an action movie marathon with lots of popcorn smothered
in butter. She did manage to sneak in a chick flick or two that he surprising liked.
Just as they were discussing what to have for supper, Logan’s phone rang. He’d left it on the kitchen counter when they’d come back from the gazebo.
He’d thought it might be one of his brothers checking in, but wasn’t surprised to see his mother’s number.
“Hello, Mother,” he smiled at Katie as he spoke. She smiled back before going to the refrigerator. He listened with half an ear to his mother as she bent over, the t-shirt he’d loaned her riding up past her thighs and over her hips to reveal another pair of those boy shorts type underwear she’d had on in the gazebo. It irritated the hell out of him that she’d bought the sexy lingerie for a weekend with another man. He vowed as soon as they got back to the city he was burning every last pair before taking her shopping.
“Yes, she’s looking pretty good right now.” He smirked when Katie threw him a quelling look over her shoulder. He watched as she gathered a dozen eggs, cheese, and milk. Placing them on the counter, she looked through the cabinets as he continued his half-hearted conversation with his mother. He was grateful for the help she’d given him, but right now he wanted to concentrate all his attention on his mate.
“Let me talk to her, Logan.”
That caught his wandering attention. “What? Why?”
“You aren’t listening to a word I’m saying. I want to know what’s going on.”
“Nothing’s going on, Mom. Katie and I are still stuck here on the mountain.”
“Logan.” His mother’s voice held a note of steel he knew better than to ignore. He didn’t know what she expected to discover simply by talking to Katie. She’d wouldn’t figure out Katie was his mate until she saw them together.
Then again, maybe something in his voice had given him away.
“My mother wants to talk to you.” He handed Katie the phone and leaned against the breakfast bar. She moved away from him as if she didn’t trust him.
“What?” he mouthed at her, holding his hands up as if to say he was innocent of any wrong doing. Had she guessed his intention of distracting her as she spoke with his mother? He had a feeling he could have made her blush a bright red simply by nibbling on her ear while his mother’s voice sounded in the other one.
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