Page 18 of Shifters Unifying (Shifters Destiny: Willow Creek Shifters #2)

He groaned and gripped my shoulders so hard it hurt. Desire clouded his eyes as he raked his gaze over me. One hard shove forced me onto my back on the bed.

My breath caught in my throat as the mattress gave way under me. “Take me.”

Logan straddled me in a second, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that stole all reason. His hands were everywhere—rough, urgent, unapologetic—and I arched up into him without thinking, clawing at his chest as though it was the only way back to any kind of sense.

Our kisses were messy, frantic, and I reached behind me to grab the bed. Logan captured my hands and held them down.

I barely registered the sound of fabric tearing until I heard it. Sharp, sudden. I frowned. “We’re naked. What the hell ripped?”

Logan smirked, and his gaze cut to a spot on the left of my head. His hand curled around the edge of the torn fabric as he lifted it.

“Sheets,” I murmured, lifting my head to press kisses along his chest.

“I’ll fix it,” he growled, voice thick with something primal, and then he tore the rest, using his teeth and hands. In moments, the flat sheet was shredded.

I gasped at both the sheer audacity and the way my body responded to his feral behavior. God help whoever cleaned the room later. At least they’d have some juicy gossip about their alpha and the multimorph.

Logan cupped my breast before trailing fervent kisses lower and lower. His tongue teased me, grazing my lower abdomen. “I need you.”

I wrapped my legs around his neck, hooked my ankles together, and arched my hips toward his face. “Logan. I can’t wait. Hurry.”

“I’ll never have enough of you, Emma.” He nuzzled the most private part of me and took a deep breath. “Never.”

After I released my legs, I dropped back to the mattress. “Oh, fuck me. I’ve wanted you for days.”

Logan gripped a fistful of my hair, and I let out a sharp moan. He dragged his tongue along my skin once more, and I felt like a fruit he was trying to savor when what we both needed was for him to devour me as fast as he could.

“You’re going too slowly,” I snapped. “I want to fuck you. Now.” In one fluid motion, I hooked my leg around his hip and flipped him beneath me.

He grunted as I switched places with him and shoved him down on the bed, scrambling onto him. “Where’d you learn how to do that?”

“Training,” I answered. I didn’t bother taking him into my mouth, didn’t bother wetting anything. No, I needed him in me. Now.

Straddling him, I guided his dick inside, and I hissed with pleasure as I slid down the length of him.

He released a low guttural moan. “Mmm…”

I wasted no time, as I began riding him, hard and fast.

“You’re so impatient,” he breathed. His reached for my breasts.

I laced my fingers through his and guided him to squeeze my nipples so tightly pleasure-laced pain shot through me.

A noise I’ve never made before—a strange, desperate growl—escaped my lips, and I leaned back, rocking on his dick. I stared into his eyes, intent.

“Emma,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

Before I might have been embarrassed, but not now, not anymore. Not since we’d knotted. But was this too much? Could I lose myself like this with him? We could forget the rest of the world, Acheron, everything, if we were together.

Logan searched my face, and I knew he could hear my every thought.

He released a low seductive laugh, before flipping me over to trade places once more, his own growl washing over my body.

He guided his own dick into me, taking me from behind.

Once again, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling harder this time.

Our hips eagerly ground against each other. “You like that, hmmm?” he asked, tugging my hair again.

I whimpered, and he slapped my ass in response. “Again, again,” I panted. “Harder. Faster.”

And he obliged. He was my anchor in the never-ending storm around us—the only sure thing in my life.

His moans rippled through my body, and his passion flares across the bond between us, amplifying it all, until I chased his pleasure almost as hard as I pursued my own. I clenched around him, as if every part of me needed to cling to him.

“Logan,” I cried out, quickening my stroke, my hips arching and pleading for him to go deeper.

“Fuck.” He dug his nails into my shoulders, slamming me into him, impaling me over and over.

“Yes, oh, yes,” I cried. My ass rose each time, the bed squeaking beneath us.

Logan reached around my waist and searched for my clit in between thrusts, timing his strokes. “Emma, I can’t… So close… Can’t hang on much longer.”

“Don’t. Stop,” I shrieked, bucking beneath him, demanding every inch of him.

Groaning, he doesn’t change his pace. Even his breathing stays the same.

I glanced over my shoulder, taking in his gritted teeth, the focused twist to his face. He was determined not to come before me. I bit back my moans to make it easier on him. But I wasn’t able to keep my body from quaking beneath his, my hips moving wildly with each thrust.

“Fuck, Emma,” he growled.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” I warned, surprised at how commanding I am.

“Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna make me fucking come.”

“Oh, shit.” I lifted my body, and it was as if it was levitating on its own.

As if we were playing fucking light as a feather, stiff as a board. And fuck it, maybe we were, maybe this was its own kind of shifter magic, fated mate magic.

“Come for me, Emma,” he begged. “Come with me.”

Oh, god, he’s close.

I squirmed, twisting my hips beneath him, reached for his finger, the one circling my clit, and moved it even faster. My chest heaved, and my pulse thundered in my ears.

“Good girl. Come for me, Emma.”

My hips rocked even faster. It was as if I’m not human at all in this moment, and our sex is fucking divine.

“Logan,” I moaned. “Logan,” I panted. “Now.”

He used his free hand to tug at my hair again, pulling my head back toward him.

“I’m coming,” I whispered, trembling before a primal shriek rolled through my body, echoing in a way that I am sure all of Six-Mile could hear, and I didn’t give a fuck. “I’m coming.”

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he bit out through his clenched teeth. “Tell me when.”

His words send me straight over the edge.

“Logan,” I screamed. “Now!”

My body shivered as wave after wave cascaded through my body. His hips slammed mine, and he drove into me, plunged inside me, spilling into me.

“Emma,” he roared. He wrapped his arms around me, and I pressed my back into him. “Yes… Only you,” he whispered against me, his breath feathering over me. “Forever.”

We both collapsed onto the bed, panting, tangled in each other’s arms, breathing hard from our hurry-fuck. Breathless, I kissed Logan’s cheeks and his nose, and he beamed at me, as pleased with himself as I was.

Ten minutes later, as our heartbeats finally slowed, I sat up and scrubbed my hand over my face. “I feel like I could sleep for days.”

“Then where are you going?”

I groaned and slid to the edge of the massive bed. “I have to get back to the others. Olivia only promised to watch the others, so I could put you in a better mood.”

He dragged his hand down my spine and cupped my ass. “My mood isn’t as good as it will be in another hour. Especially if we do that again.”

“Don’t temp me,” I murmured.

“We have time for more,” he said, reaching for my hand, tugging me back toward his spot on the bed, and kissing the inside of my wrist. “You don’t have to go.”

“I’m barely able to keep my shit together, sir, and that’s your fault. If I stay, I won’t leave for days.”

He reached for my hand again. “Then I’d be doing my job.”

I shot Logan a disappointed smile over my shoulder and pulled my hand away before he could convince me otherwise. “Well, I guess I’m headed to East Nuttal Delta.” I laid my hand on his chest. “Might I be able to offer you a conjugal visit?”

His wailing howl was his only answer.