Page 26 of Puck’N Enemy (Thunder Knights #2)

Dylan

My eyes snap open. For a moment, I don’t know where I am but as my awareness slowly returns, I realize I’m leaning against Logan.

“We’re home,” Logan says softly.

Straightening up, I see that the car has stopped outside his house.

Logan opens the door and immediately, the cool night air hits my face. I inhale deeply as pure relief spreads through me.

This isn’t a fever dream. I’m no longer in Pete’s clutches and somehow, Logan and his friend rescued me from a raging chaos of bullets and explosions.

Suddenly, Logan’s arms slip under me without a word, almost lifting me off my feet like I weigh nothing.

But I barely have the strength to protest. My body feels too weak and my mind is still trying to catch up with whatever’s happened over the past twenty-four hours.

So, I simply let Logan carry me out of the car.

My cheek rests against his solid shoulder. He mumbles something to his friend and steps away from the car.

Logan walks quickly but every step he takes feels careful and deliberate, like he’s holding something precious. When the door to the house opens, a familiar scent hits my nostrils. It’s a combination of old wood, faint detergent, and a lingering hint of coffee.

At this late hour, the living room is dark and quiet. It’s...safe.

Logan doesn’t stop to check if anyone’s around. He carries me up the stairs, past the family photos along the walls, and into his room. Closing the door with his foot, he carries me to the bed and gently lowers me onto it. “Stay here,” he says, his voice low but taut with tension.

I watch him move with sharp, purposeful motions, pulling out the first aid kit from his closet. Coming back, he crouches in front of me and opens the box with a furious look on his handsome face.

Without saying a word, he peels off my jacket.

Cool air hits the fresh welts on my chest, making me hiss softly.

Logan’s hands hover over the wounds, trembling slightly. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, his voice rough. “What the hell were you thinking going to that asshole by yourself?”

My lips press into a thin line as I look away.

“You knew exactly the kind of man Pete is. You knew , and you went anyway...” His voice cracks, not with anger but with sheer panic barely contained. “You didn’t even call me. You didn’t even tell Coach Becker where you were going.”

I swallow hard. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Bullshit,” Logan snaps, staring daggers into my eyes. “You always have a choice. You could’ve come to me. I told you I’d protect you—”

“—and I told you I wouldn’t let him touch you or your family,” I interrupt, my voice sharp but quiet. “If anything happened to Maddie or your mom, you’d never forgive yourself. And I—” My voice falters, softening into something fragile. “I can’t watch you break like that, Logan. I won’t.”

He stares at me, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained emotion.

I force a small, pained smile. “I don’t regret it. Not one bit. Because I love you.”

My words seem to shatter something in Logan.

His expression twists and darkness flickers in his eyes.

Dropping the antiseptic wipe onto the bed, he cups my face in his large hands.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice low and ragged.

“You don’t get to throw yourself away like that. Not for anyone. Not even for me.”

With that, he crashes his lips to mine.

My breath hitches.

There’s nothing soft or loving about the kiss. It’s desperate, wild, laced with rage and fear, and something possessive that makes my heart pound.

Logan kisses me like he’s reclaiming me, like he needs to remind both of us who I belong to.

I want to console him, tell him I’ll always be his but Logan doesn’t give me a chance. His kiss turns violent and nearly chokes me.

I try to push him away for a moment, my hands trembling against his shoulders. “Logan…” I gasp, but my protest melts on my tongue when his mouth moves to my jaw and then slides down to my neck, leaving a trail of heat.

“You’re not allowed to do this to me again,” Logan whispers against my sensitive skin, his tone dark but full of aching love. “I can’t… I can’t lose you again.”

My stubbornness crumbles. Despite his roughness, I know Logan loves me fiercely. It’s the kind of love I’ve been craving all these years.

“I won’t,” I whisper, my arms sliding around Logan’s neck and pulling him close. “I’m yours.” With that, I capture his lips and pour all my pent-up emotions into the kiss.

Logan responds, sliding his hot tongue inside my mouth. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me against him. He holds me firmly, making sure our skins are pressed up against each other.

With a sudden growl, he breaks the kiss and starts taking off his clothes. His urgency sends tendrils of heat through me. My cock hardens in my pants and soon, I’m following my boyfriend, and hurriedly pulling my trousers down my legs.

Logan pushes me back against his bed and presses kisses to my neck. Lowering his mouth, he wraps his lips over my left nipple and sucks hard.

The feel of his hot, velvety tongue on my sensitive nub makes me groan loudly. My cock twitches, desperate for attention.

“Logan,” I groan. “I need you right now.”

With sheer strength, he flips me on my stomach and mounts me from behind. Leaning against my ear, he whispers, “I’m going to claim every inch of you tonight, darling. I’ll make sure to remind you who you truly belong to.”

The possessiveness in his voice makes my heart beat harder.

My fingers grasp the bedsheet underneath me as I feel Logan’s thick head pushing against my tight bud. Scrunching my brow, I wait with bated breath as he pushes into me.

“Oh…Logan,” I gasp, feeling my stomach tighten.

His hands grasp my shoulders. Holding me firmly, he thrusts in with all his strength.

“Aah!” I cry out, feeling his thick girth stretching me to my limits. My breathing goes ragged while Logan stays buried inside me. I force myself to relax while my tight channel clenches around his hard shaft.

Logan starts moving. The hot friction of his cock soon transforms the burning pain into hot pleasure. I moan out, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of me.

My cock grows harder as pleasure throbs through me.

Loud grunts and growls escape Logan as he plunges inside me with powerful thrusts. His mouth presses against my shoulders and back, kissing and biting.

His fierce passion is burning away Pete’s vile touch on my body. The pain and pleasure he’s giving me is branding his name into my heart and soul.

“Logan,” I gasp, doing my best to take his thrusts. “Give it to me. Give me everything. I’m yours!”

Logan growls but obliges, grabbing my hips and lifting my ass up for a better angle. In this position, he slides in even deeper. His every thrust drives me to the edge of oblivion as I chant his name over and over again.

“Come here,” he grunts, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back.

Bringing his face against mine, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, kissing me passionately.

Soon, my rising pleasure becomes unbearable. My balls turn rock-hard and are almost at the verge of shattering.

Craving for my release, I push my ass against his hips, letting his entire length fill me up. “Don’t stop,” I beg as my breathing turns ragged.

My grip on the bedsheet tightens as Logan thrusts deep and hard into me.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” he growls.

“Neither can I,” I confess.

Reaching between us, Logan grabs my hardened cock. He pumps me hard and fast, taking me to the edge of pleasure.

“Come for me,” he growls.

“Oh, fuck! Logan, I’m coming!” I shout as my vision blackens momentarily. Next moment, my release bursts out of me. Thick ropes of my cum splatter across the sheets as Logan’s hand milks me until there’s not a single drop left.

Logan continues pummeling my ass, holding me in place beneath his body as he rides me.

“You’ll always be mine, Dylan,” he growls, biting my ear and shattering inside me. A low, guttural groan escapes him as he sinks deep inside me and fills me with his white-hot cum. His cock throbs against my tight channel as he empties himself fully inside me.

It’s a while before either of us can move.

Logan groans and gently pulls himself out of me.

The moment he’s gone, I feel a void deep in my center. I ache for him to fill me right back up again but I know I won’t be able to handle another round.

In our haste, Logan and I didn’t do any prep. He took me raw and bare without even bothering to use any lube.

I start feeling the soreness but I don’t regret any of it.

I wanted this as much as him.

I feel Logan’s warm seeds drip out of my hole as I slowly turn on my back. Every small movement leaves me moaning and aching.

“Don’t move, babe,” Logan says. The mattress creaks as he leaves the bed and walks toward the bathroom.

I lie against the mattress, feeling sore but safe and warm.

Logan comes back into the room with a wet towel and gently starts wiping my hole, my ass cheeks, and my thighs. A low moan escapes me as his tenderness lights up another fire in my chest.

When he’s done cleaning me up, he lies down beside me and pulls me in his arms. He kisses me but he’s gentler this time.

Resting his forehead against mine, he simply holds me against him. Our breaths mingle, heavy and uneven as we seek comfort from each other.

“You have no idea what it did to me… seeing you like that,” Logan whispers in a hoarse voice. “I thought you were gone. I thought I was too late.”

My heart squeezes painfully. Lifting a shaky hand, I cup Logan’s cheek. Rough stubble scrapes my palm, grounding me to reality. “But you weren’t,” I tell him. “You came for me.”

Logan kisses the heel of my hand like it’s sacred. “I’ll always come for you, Dylan. No matter what it takes, I’ll never leave you behind.”

A lump forms in my throat. After all these years of trying to protect Logan, trying to keep him away from the darkness of my world, I realize it had all been futile.

Logan is already tethered to me. There’ no cutting the bond between us. No matter how far I run, it’ll always bring me back to the love of my life.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “For everything. For leaving you back then, and for leaving you this time. I just didn’t know how else to protect you.”

Shaking his head, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “No more apologies. It’s done. It’s over. You’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”

His big hands are careful, gentle, as he traces the fresh welts on my chest with his fingertips. His eyes darken at the sight of them, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans down and kisses each mark with reverence, like he could erase the pain with his touch.

“I’m going to take care of you,” Logan murmurs. “Tonight, tomorrow, always.”

I close my eyes, feeling something unclenching inside me. For the first time in a long, long time, I feel safe. Truly safe.

Logan shifts, pulling the blanket over us and covering us with it.

Resting my head against Logan’s chest, I listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat. It’s painfully familiar, making me feel safe and warm.

“I missed this,” I whisper, even though it’s just been a few days since we were last together.

Logan kisses the top of my head. “Me too.”

We stay like this for a long time, the silence soft and comforting, broken only by the rhythm of our breathing. Logan’s fingers gently comb through my hair, relaxing me so well that I feel my eyes droop.

“You should sleep,” he says, noticing my exhaustion. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I tilt my head just enough to look up at him. “Promise?”

His gaze softens, all the shadows in him melting away for just a moment. “Promise.”

My lips curl into the faintest smile before exhaustion finally pulls me under. The last thing I feel before drifting off is the secure weight of Logan’s arms and the steady beat of his heart.