Page 9 of Burned By My Mate (Twisted Oak Pack: First Responders #3)

NINE

Emerson

I wake up sore the next morning. My body is feeling well used and warm in the best of ways. Logan is plastered against my back, his arm draped over my waist in a possessive hold.

I shift against him, and he growls, pulling me tighter against him. I moan when I feel his hard cock press against my ass, and I can’t help but grind back against him.

“Mate,” he groans, and I grin.

“Morning,” I say, my voice coming out low and husky.

“Morning. Did my mate wake up needy?” He asks as he nuzzles against the bite mark that he left on me last night.

“Uh-huh,” I moan, and the next thing I know, he’s rolling me under him.

He knees my legs apart, and then his cock is nudging against my opening. He sinks into me easily. I think that he more than broke me in last night. I lost count of how many times he took me, of how many times I came.

He thrusts into me fully and we both moan as we’re connected in the most intimate way.

“You feel so perfect,” he whispers as he starts to move. “You are perfect.”

I cling to him, my nails biting into his skin as that now familiar pressure starts to build inside of me.

I love this. I love this man, this shifter. It seems crazy, especially considering that I’ve only known him for less than a week, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

We’re made for each other. We’re fated to be, and I’m powerless to fight it. I don’t even want to.

Logan’s hands grip my thighs, and he hitches my legs up higher around his hips. It changes the angle and has him rubbing against my clit with each pass. I can feel my pussy starting to gush, the moisture pooling beneath me on the sheets.

“Goddamn,” he curses, and I smile.

I love that only I can make him lose control like this. I love that I’m his one and only.

His hand finds my breast, and his fingers tease my nipple as he starts to pound into me. I can tell that he’s close, and I’m right on the edge, too.

“Can I taste you after this?” I whisper, and he chokes out my name.

“Fuck, Emerson,” he grits between his teeth, and I smile up at him innocently.

“You got to taste me last night,” I murmur, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“You can do anything you want to me, mate. Whatever you want.”

I gasp as he hits that spot inside of me that makes me light up like a Christmas tree.

“Logan!” I scream, and he hammers into me.

My pussy tightens around his length, and I cry out as I start to come.

“That’s it, mate,” he grinds out as he leans forward and licks over the bite mark that he gave me last night.

That does it, and my orgasm shoots to new heights. I hear Logan shout my name, and then I can feel him find his own release deep inside of me.

He rolls to the side, leaving his cock still buried inside of me as I settle against him. We rest like that for a moment, both of us catching our breaths and enjoying being together. The house is quiet, and I smile, feeling so at peace, so settled and happy.

This place is where I’m meant to be. I can feel it in every fiber of my being.

Logan’s phone rings, breaking the silence, and he sighs before he rolls over to check the screen to see who’s calling.

“It’s Harris. I have to take this,” he tells me apologetically.

“S’ok,” I mumble as I roll over onto my side and wrap my arm around his waist.

I start to kiss his shoulder and neck as he answers the call.

“Yeah?” Logans answers, sounding distracted.

I can feel him tense, can feel his body starting to react to my touch and kisses. My hands trail down his abs, and I wrap my fingers around his rapidly hardening cock.

I can kind of hear Harris’s voice, and I eavesdrop, wondering what’s going on as my hand slowly strokes Logan’s dick.

“They didn’t go for it,” Harris says, and I pause.

“Red Fog?” Logan asks, and I pull back.

Logan rolls over onto his back and scans my face.

“Yeah. They’re not going to back down.”

“So, it’s war then,” Logan says, resigned.

“Yeah. It’s war.”

Both men are silent for a beat, and I reach out, taking Logan’s hand in mine and squeezing.

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he tells Harris.

“See you. Be safe.”

“You too.”

They end the call, and Logan studies me.

“You heard?”

“I heard,” I confirm.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll keep you safe. If you want, we can move, go wherever you feel the most comfortable.”

“How long and bad do you think this war will be?” I ask him.

“I don’t know. We have more members, but most of their members are criminals. They’re willing to fight dirty.”

I nod, and he frowns.

“Just tell me what you want to do, mate, and we’ll do it.”

I mull over my options. I hate being scared, but this place… it’s our home. I want to fight to save it and the people that Logan considers his friends and family. I can’t just abandon them, and I know that he doesn’t want to either.

“I want to stay. To fight. I want to make this place our home.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. If things change, if you change your mind, then just tell me. I will do anything to make you happy. To make you safe.”

“I know you will, and I love you for that.”

Logan’s whole body goes rigid, and he stares at me in wonder.

“Say that again,” he says hoarsely.

“I love you, Logan. Mate,” I say softly, and his lips crash down on top of mine.

“I love you too, mate. So much. More than anything.”

His hands pull me tighter against him, and my arms twine around his neck as he kisses me. I love the feeling of the hard planes of his body pressed against my curves. His tongue slides along mine, deep and hungry, and everything else—the looming threat, the war talk, even the fear—melts away under the heat of his kiss.

Logan rolls us, settling between my thighs as his mouth trails from my lips to my jaw and down my neck. Each kiss, each scrape of his teeth against my skin, sends sparks dancing down my spine. I arch against him, my fingers diving into his thick hair, tugging gently as he worships me with his mouth.

“You drive me crazy, mate. I love you so much,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’m never letting you go.”

“You better not,” I whisper back, breathless.

His hands slide down my sides, over my hips, gripping me tight like he needs to make sure I’m real. Like he needs to feel every inch of me to believe this moment is really happening. I reach down between us, guiding him back to where I want him most, and when his body presses fully against mine again, we both groan.

“I need you,” I pant. “Now.”

“You have me,” he growls, lips crashing into mine again, deeper this time, possessive and tender all at once.

He moves slowly at first, like he’s savoring the moment, like he wants to memorize the exact way I feel wrapped around him. But soon the pace builds, our bodies moving in sync, every thrust driving us higher. His forehead presses to mine, our breaths tangled, and I feel everything—his love, his desperation, his promise to protect me no matter what.

“I’ve got you, Emerson,” he whispers against my lips as we fall together, hearts pounding in unison.

And in that moment, even with war on the horizon, I feel nothing but safe. Nothing but his.

Things are probably about to get rough around town, but I know that there’s nothing that I can’t get through as long as Logan is with me.

After all…we’re mated for life now.

I smile as Logan kisses me softly and cuddles me against his side. I know that I’m right where I’m meant to be.

Forever.