Page 4 of Shifters Unifying (Shifters Destiny: Willow Creek Shifters #2)

CHAPTER FOUR

emma

His eyes popped open the moment I stepped into the clearing, glittering bright blue. “We should have discussed your offer before you made it.”

“It only came to me while I was standing in front of the hard-headed alphas,” I answered, easing close enough to touch him. Even seated, his head came to my breasts.

“I don’t trust Marcus,” he snapped.

“You did when you needed him last.”

He glowered at me.

“Same for Torbin,” I added.

“I’m reconsidering my decisions,” he gruffed.

“I’m not. They’re allies, even if they’re begrudging ones. They were there when it mattered, and their allegiance buys me enough time to prove myself to the rest.” I smoothed my hand over his steamy skin. “Have you been out running?”

His eyes flashed, and he dragged them over my body. “Burning off my fury.”

“Smart,” I whispered, my heart thumping madly in my chest. Not from fear or nerves this time. “No wonder you’re naked.”

“We both are.”

“Handy, that,” I said, and then I rush toward him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to his feet. “Come on. Let’s put a little distance between us and them.”

I launched into a run, darting between the October trees on the other side of the clearing, and his barking laugh followed.

The woods seemed to shimmer around us, pulsing with an otherworldly glow, as if matching the rhythm of my heartbeat. Chaotic. Frantic. Hungry.

I twisted through the maze of trees, peeking up at the sun above me. Footsteps closed in behind, so close his fingers must be reaching for my hair. So, I picked up my speed, and he did, too.

It’s no fun if he doesn’t work for it.

But I already knew, we weren’t leaving these woods without fucking in them.

A primal desperation that I had fought so hard to shield myself from creeped into my veins.

The bonding of fated mates couldn’t—wouldn’t—be ignored.

A deep need echoed beneath my skin like a faraway drumbeat, and he heard it, too, shared it with me.

Every breath I took felt older than my bones, like the forest itself was cheering us on.

He gained on me, closer and closer. I could have let him catch me, but that wasn’t meant for fucking in the buff and wild. Faster, I went, dodging between trees, leaping over the underbrush, racing up a low hill.

Just as I was about to leap over the root end of rotting log, my foot caught in a vine and all my carefully orchestrated eloquence and grace disappeared as I screeched, “Fuck.”

Unable to catch myself, I stumbled into the closest, upright tree.

Sharp edges of Live Oak bark bit into my hip and outer thigh as I crashed against the trunk and slid down into the cushion of leafy ground cover.

I shimmied up the slight incline to lean against the smooth bark of the felled American Beech, I’m more than a little pissed at myself.

Running through the woods in Louisiana is asking for trouble.

At least I’ve not fallen in a bed of poison ivy, oak, or sumac. For once.

Angry red lines bloomed on my pale skin, and I hissed at the small stream of blood dripping down my leg. Shit. What a way to kill the mood.

“Emma, what happened?” Logan’s breath hitched, sharp and low, as he must have smelled the blood before even seeing it. He caught up and dropped his knees on the ground in front of me.

I shake my head, embarrassed. My cheeks heated, and a flush worked over me.

“Where?” he murmured, voice thick with such a deep concern it set my body ablaze despite my humiliation.

I gestured to my injured side. “This leg.”

His hand skimmed my outer thigh, coming away with red on his fingers. “There’s one. Any others?”

“I don’t think so. It’s not bad anyway.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” With his other hand, he circled my knee, pushing up, up, searching for any other injury. I gasp as he spreads her legs wider, his fingers grazing the edge of my center.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his eyes on my pink folds.

“Not much,” I whispered, already trembling, unable to think about anything but Logan and his fingers.

Logan leaned forward on his knees, reverent and eager. The moss and soil shifted beneath him, leaves crunching as he moved closer to the wound. “I’ll make it better.”

“What are you doing?” I rasp.

“Caring for my mate.” He rolled me slightly to my uninjured side, bringing his mouth so close his warm breath spread over the scratches and sent a shiver through me.

“You can’t, can’t…”

“Hush,” he whispered. Carefully, he tended to my wound, licking the blood and the pain ceased immediately.

But he didn’t stop there. His lips followed the same path his fingers traveled around my knee.

Then his mouth grazed higher and higher still until his teeth nip at the sensitive places between my legs.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, glancing up with a crooked smile.

“God forbid a girl likes it when a man is bowing beneath her,” I replied sheepishly.

Logan bent forward. Tongue first, hot and slow, tracing delicate lines on my inner thighs, then back to me, mouth trailing over the sensitive skin.

I moaned, my head falling back against the fallen tree. Its smooth bark cooled my spine, holding me in place, balancing the heat flooding me. Birds flew from tree to tree, screaming about the invasion, but I didn’t care. Not anymore.

He took me in his mouth, his tongue easily navigating its way to my clit. “That’s a good girl,” he growled against my folds. “Let me in.”

I angled my hips toward his face, giving him better access and providing a view of his head buried between my thighs. Dappled light fell over us, warmed by the green in the trees. His tongue worked in deep, devastating strokes.

His hands gripped the tree behind me, on either side, as if he needed to steady himself as much as I did. His fingernails scraped the tree, as my hips jerk before falling into a steady rhythm.

His wolf loped into my mind, whining, craving me and begging to be mated.

“Oh, Logan.” I reached for his head, gripping a fistful of hair.

A low, guttural sound escaped his throat and vibrated my center. Satisfied. Primal. He pulls his free hand up the sides of my ass, gripping and pulling me closer to his lips.

“Logan,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.”

His smug smirk diffused through my mind, and his growing desire made me shiver, loosing grip on any last bit of control I had.

And he sensed it.

Every shifter clan in Louisiana could discover us, set up bleachers, and sell tickets to the fucking of the multimorph, and I wouldn’t stop now. Not until we’d both reached our completion.

He knew every need in my body as if his sole purpose in living was to unravel me and bind me to him. I rocked against his mouth, fervent and ready. So close.

Logan matched my energy without hesitation. Faster and faster, his tongue explored deeper. “Every inch of you is mine. Come for me, love.”

Love. Love. Love. The endearment reverberated in my head.

My back arches, and I clench around his head.

The earth warmed beneath my shoulders, and energy flowed between us.

A gust of wind bursts through the trees, a rainbow of colors dancing through it.

It swirled around us, and the ground trembled.

“Fuck, yes,” I cried out.

But it was his thundering moan in response that sent me careening over the edge. Every muscle drew tight before exploding with release. I screamed his name, and his grip splintered the tree behind me.

My climax shook the forest, knocking a flood of autumn leaves from the Louisiana trees.

My thighs trembled around his face, and he breathed hard against my center.

I couldn’t help but sink down to the ground, collapsing into the bed of leaves.

He lifted his head, pleased he had wrecked me in the best way possible.

“Careful, love,” he teased, licking the taste of me off his lips, savoring it. “You can’t keep falling down. I’ve only got so much stamina.”

I reached for him. “Well, I’m not done yet. I have plenty of stamina.”

Desire immediately clouded his eyes, turning them as dark and stormy as the outer edges of a hurricane from the Gulf. “Oh? Is that a promise?”

“Come here,” I said, pulling him down with me, flipping him beneath me with a burst of strength.

He hit the forest floor with a grunt. Leaves and dirt scattered around us.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Then I rocked my hips, smoothing my wet folds over his hardness, before lifting my hips. Gripping his cock, I contemplated taking him in my mouth, but I was too impatient. Instead, I guided him inside me.

His body went rigid, and he grasped my hips as though he was keeping a tight rein on his control as I slid down the length of him. He released a low howl, and my body responded in kind. Images from our bonding flashed through my head, and I pushed them toward him before raising myself once more.

I twisted on the end of him, torturing him as much as myself.

“Emma,” Logan pled, speaking my name as if it's a prayer, binding our souls together once more. “I can’t… I can’t….”

“Mm,” I responded, sinking down in one achingly slow motion, biting my lip at the way his body perfectly fits mine. It’s like Tetris and the way we collide cleared anything that had been weighing me down. He was the perfect way to forget.

Logan gritted his teeth, hands braced on my hips, fingers digging in. But I didn’t give him the chance to guide me, I demanded the lead.

Up slowly, down slowly. Increasing our tempo with each cycle.

Soon, I moved with such a wild rhythm, riding him hard and fast, with such abandon that I surprised even myself. But I couldn’t stop.

“Logan.” I gasped as he reached up to cup my breast and roll my nipples between his fingers. His hips thrusted into me. “Oh, yes,” I murmured. “You fuck me so good.”

He watched me, eyes burning, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he tried to hold back. “Fuck, you’re—” He breaks off when I teasingly clenched around him and kept going, hips working with relentless intent.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” I warned, breathless. “I’m still—”

He brought one hand down to find my clit and lifted his head, nipping at my tits until my body quaked once again. My second climax tore through me, shaking the forest even more powerfully than the first. Another gust of wind exploded through the forest. More colors, more magic, more everything.

I clawed at his chest, shrieking his name, willing him to experience my orgasm with me, pushing every sensation toward him through our bond. As the ripples faded, I pulled away, panting, oblivious to whether he climaxed yet or not, but overcome in the aftermath of my own release.

Shaking his head, he stopped me and flipped me over, resting his dick between my thighs.

“Oh, no, Emma,” he roared, dropping low over me. “I’m not finished with you yet.”