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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

emma

That Night

L ogan probably didn’t get it, but I needed to shave my legs, wash my hair, and do a little landscaping on my lady parts before I hopped into bed with him. He probably didn’t give two shits about all that, but I sure as fuck did.

Especially for the first time, the time we’d both remember best forever.

Plus, a million years, give or take. Or however long shifters lived.

In short order, I located shave gel, a razor, hair products, lotion, and a bathroom big enough to make myself sexy before I took a power nap. I’d definitely need a power nap before I took Logan to bed.

Two hours later, a knock on the manor door brought me bounding into the foyer, and I grinned and waved at Olivia on the other side of the door before pulling it open. “Hey, what’s up? I don’t think you have to knock to come in here. It’s the headquarters, isn’t it?”

She marched inside with her freshly washed hair and clean clothes, but her face was a tight mask of fury. “What the hell did you do to Logan?”

“What?”

“He’s out picking fights with every shifter he can get his hands on, so I’ll ask again. What the hell did you do to him?”

Laughter bubbled up, spilling over, and I pressed a hand to my middle. “Are you kidding me?”

“No.”

“If I had a guess, he’s probably out throwing a fit over something he shouldn’t, working out some sexual frustration before he drags himself back home to find out if I’m still here or not.”

Olivia frowned. “Okay… That’s not quite the reaction I expected. What exactly happened between you two?”

“He wanted to fuck me the minute we got out of the car, and I wanted to shave and shower first. Then he was shocked I wanted to decide later about moving in here or not. There’s a shit-ton of logistics I have to consider before I completely relocate.

Deciding something like that right after Acheron had practically beat the hell out of all of us…

” I shrugged. “It didn’t seem like the right time to decide, and I haven’t checked in with anybody in Willow Creek yet. ”

Her face split into a wide smile, and she chuckled. “So, he thinks you basically said you never want to live with him or fuck him.”

“Yeah, if I had to guess. ”

“Typical alphahole when somebody doesn’t agree right away.” She gave me two thumbs up. “Good for you for sticking up for yourself. He may be an alpha, but you’re the multimorph, and that’s going to take him a while to get used to.”

I stuck my head out the front door. “Where is he right now, anyway?”

“In the training room where we worked together those first couple of days.” She tucked her blond hair behind her ear, and her expression turned thoughtful. “Man, doesn’t that seem like a lifetime ago?”

“No kidding.” I slipped my feet into a pair of flip-flops near the door, probably Logan’s.

“Have a good night,” Olivia called after me. “Do all the things I would do.”

“You know it.” I hurried out into the compound.

The door on the gym trilled and then popped open. When I stepped inside, memories of sparring with Olivia brought a smile to my face. She hadn’t been wrong. The beginning felt it was already a lifetime ago.

Two male shifters—Phil and one I didn’t recognize—lay on the floor mats, face down, panting, and Logan stood above them both, glaring as though he meant to murder the whole world.

Logan’s foot rested between Phil’s shoulder blades with a wooden sword pressed to his neck. His dark hair fell over his forehead, nearly obscuring his bright blue eyes. “I asked, do you yield?”

“Yeah,” Phil yelled. “I already said so.”

Logan lifted his foot and sent the wooden sword skittering across the exercise mats. He practically tripped on his own feet when he caught sight of me, but he covered by scooping up a bottle of water and chugging it.

“What’re you doing here?” he demanded after he’d tossed the empty bottle aside.

“I came to get you,” I snapped, striding across the mats without kicking the flip-flops off first.

Maybe he couldn’t tell I was faking the mad and secretly giddy the thought of not having sex with me had upset him so much. Fighting could be like fucking when you did it with the right person, and there was always the fuck after the fight.

“Get me?” He gestured toward my feet. “You’re not supposed to wear shoes in the exercise area.”

“So throw me out,” I said, coming to a stop in front of him, flipping my hair, and crossing my arms. “But I came to get you before you make a fool of yourself.” I glanced at Phil and his buddy who were already scrambling away and out the door. “Unless you already have.”

He glowered but said nothing.

“Don’t make me drag you back to the manor.”

He scowled down at me, breathing hard, nostrils flaring. Sweat slicked his skin, shining in the lights of the gym. “What’s that?”

I pursed my lips, and his gaze dropped to my mouth, so I licked my lips too. “You should come back to the manor with me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because you’re a grumpy asshole in need of a fucking, and you promised me. I believe it’s my right as your mate.”

His eyebrows disappeared behind the shaggy, dark hair covering his forehead, and his eyes widened. “I thought you wanted time.”

I squinted at him and put my hands on my hips. “To shave my legs, take a shower, and wash my hair. Do you have any idea how long it had been since I’d shaved my legs?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s not like I was having sex over in Red Tail.”

“You’d better not have?—”

I pressed my hand to his chest, the skin still pink, and his heartbeat pulsed beneath my palm. “You know I didn’t, and I didn’t want to fuck you when I hadn’t showered in days, and besides…”

“Besides what?” he asked softly.

“I wanted to wash Acheron off me and sleep a little, so we weren’t trying to cram it in before I passed out.”

In a flash, his hands closed around my upper arms, squeezing tightly. “Did the mage hurt you… I mean, in that way?”

“No, you got there before he could do, but he intended to bond with me like that … while wearing your face.” I was fucking grown up, but I couldn’t bring myself to say Acheron was going to rape me.

Logan sucked in a breath. “I didn’t know that.”

“But he didn’t, and I intend to forget his spindly ass for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe we should wait a while. ”

“Oh, no, I don’t think so. Now get your dick back to the manor.”

Logan grinned and gave me a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

When we reached the house, Logan waved me through first before he turned and bolted the front door. The click cut through the silence in Six-Mile Manor. He pulled down the shade so none of the shifters could see in.

Without hesitation, I peeled off my clothes, and my skin heated as he dragged his gaze over me, once, twice, three times. Then he took his off more slowly than I had, teasing me as he slid his athletic pants down his legs.

“No underwear.” He waved at his crotch, already standing hard and tall and proud. “You didn’t like that last time.”

“Nothing between us,” I whispered.

“No more distance,” he said, his words a low growl. “No more distractions.”

I turned and continued on to the study, where I had already mixed a couple of drinks and had left them on the whiskey table.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’ve always been a sucker for a man with a good library,” I murmured.

He chuckled, low and deep. “Oh, I’ll make you appreciate my giant… library .”

“Everything about you is giant, Logan.” I tossed the words over my shoulder and sashayed ahead of him, more than aware he had to be staring at my ass.

“Mmm-hmm,” he groaned. “Hate to see you leave. Love to watch you go.” He stepped into the study, and his gaze stopped on the desk.

“Did you get that line from one of your books?” I asked.

“Yeah, in the one called cheesy pick-up lines.” He settled on one of the upholstered chairs beside the desk. “Would you rather go to my room?”

“Not yet.” I laughed, suddenly nervous about what we were about to do.

Despite wanting this, despite all the pent-up desire, despite him sitting in my brain, egging me on, I wasn’t sure about six months of endless sex with…

What am I thinking? I never chose the easy way, and whatever Logan was, he wouldn’t hurt me. He’d already sacrificed himself for me. Maybe I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I wasn’t going to disappear like I had back at Vixen’s.

“You sure you want to do this, Emma?” he asked.

Logan didn’t know it, but I was already almost two drinks into shoring up my courage, so I picked up the half-gone cocktail and drained the rest of it.

“Don’t you?” I countered.

“I think it’s obvious I do.” His dick throbbed in his lap, and he nonchalantly crossed his legs.

“Uh, would you like an Animal Doctor? Maybe take the edge off?” I asked, plucking the cherry from the bottom of my empty glass and stroking it with the tip of my tongue before depositing the empty glass on the tray. Another glass sat beside my empty one, and I offered it to him .

Logan’s gaze zeroed in on my tongue. He didn’t answer, and he didn’t take the glass. Desire blazed in his eyes, and his pulse pounded in the base of his neck.

“Well?” I sucked the cherry into my mouth and smashed it against the roof of my mouth, acutely aware of the intensity radiating off of him.

“How did you get the recipe?”

“Your cousin, Sheila, is surprisingly in favor of us, and she let me have it.”

His mouth pinched as he took the drink from me. “You know, I don’t think I fucking care how you got the recipe.”

His gaze darkened as he dragged his eyes to mine and downed his drink. His cherry slid around the bottom in a circle, and his ice clinked in the bottom of his glass.

He glanced down at the dark red fruit and back at me. “Now you’re going to sit on my face so I can eat you like you should be eaten, devouring every fold, every crevice, inhaling your scent as the completion of me.”

“Oh.”

We’d gone from zero to a hundred miles an hour in exactly one drink.

He stood, moved his laptop off the desk into the other upholstered chair. Then he wiped his arm across his desk, knocking everything to the floor. “Whenever I sit at my desk, I’ll replay it in my head and imagine your taste on my lips. Come here.”

Oh, fuck me.

In a flash, he crossed the room and lifted me high enough that we were eye level with one another. Desire burned through his gaze, and I could hear his pulse thundering in my head, the echo of the way I impacted him.

Wrapping my legs around his middle, I pulled him tight against me, rocking back and forth, and I looped my arms around his neck and bit this earlobe.

“Once we do this, there’ll be no going back, and I will make you come and come again until your voice goes hoarse from screaming my name.” His gravelly whisper against my ear sent tremors down my spine.

“That was true the minute you touched my rainbow tattoo, Logan.” I traced the edges of his ear with my tongue and pulled his mouth to mine, devouring him.

He crushed me against his chest as he carried me to his desk, and the spot he occupied in my head grew larger and larger until it overtook everything else. Each touch reverberated through our link, and our bond hadn’t yet been completed.

Gently, he lowered me to the surface of the desk. “That’s not all I’m going to kiss.”

I hissed as the cold lacquer touched my skin.

He lifted me slightly. “Something hurt?”

It took a minute for his question to work through the wanton haze of need in my head. “Oh, no. Cold.”

“Not for long,” he muttered, lowering me once more. He ducked his head to my breasts, pinching and tugging one nipple while he sucked on the other.

When I arched against him, he doubled his efforts until every rational thought left my head. I wanted to feel every part of him, enjoy every inch, and I squirmed, ravenous for his ministrations.

He lifted his head and pressed a light kiss to my mouth. “Lie back.”

I did as he commanded, already dripping wet, whimpering again as the surface touched my back.

He hooked my legs on my shoulders, and he pressed his face to the most sensitive part of me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

He nipped at my inner thigh. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear every noise, every sound, Emma Carter.”

He dragged the flat of his tongue over me and flicked my clit with the tip.

“Logan,” I groaned, fisting my hands in his hair, yanking him into me over and over again. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

A gust of wind circled the room, and colors swirled all around us. The desk quaked beneath me, and a rumble rolled through us as Logan pushed me closer and closer to release. Faster and faster his tongue dipped into me, and my eyes slid closed.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Don’t stop! Logan!” The intensity of my orgasm ripped every other word from my mind.

As the orgasm faded, Logan pressed his lips over every inch of me. “Mmm-hmm,” he moaned with each fading tremor. “That’s what I want.”

I grinned at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you know what I want? ”

“Hmmm?” Then he lowered his head and sucked on my clit, and I groaned, almost forgetting what I had in mind.

Almost.

I unhooked my legs, pushed him to the side, shimmied down the desk, and wrapped my hands around his dick, stroking up and down. “This,” I said. “I want this.”

“Emma,” Logan groaned as I dragged my hands over his dick. “Not sure we should be doing that just yet.”

“Please,” I begged. “I want to feel you inside.”

“Not yet,” he growled.

Then he scooped me off the desk, carried me toward the rear of the manor, and into a part I hadn’t yet seen. A heavy wooden door stood ajar, and Logan kicked it open so hard it slammed against the wall behind.

He placed me on his bed and climbed between my legs. He gripped his dick and pressed it against my slit, easing the tip into me.

“Easy, easy,” he murmured, as much to himself as to me. “Make it last.”

“No,” I yelled, using my fight training to throw him to the side and straddle him.

With a cry, I lifted my hips and impaled myself on him, taking every inch, relishing the tightness of my body encircling him. I drove my hips hard into his. Up and down, I rode him, taking my pleasure and serving him his.

“Emma,” he roared, gripping my sides and trying to slow my movements. “I can’t… ”

“Come with me, Logan,” I panted, unwilling to wait anymore. “Come with me.”

He roared again and let go of his control, slamming into me so hard his bed shook.

We rode the rising passion together.

We were already lost in the bonding, and the world quaked around us as the multimorph bonded her fated alpha.

No one would be able to stand against us.