Chapter 127

Ella

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Logan’s voice was low and husky, his breath warm against my ear. But when I looked into his eyes, instead of the predator that I expected like so many other men, I saw nothing but concern in his eyes.

His words gave me pause, and for the briefest of moments, logic almost took over and I nearly pushed him away.

But I didn’t.

Maybe it was the wine, or my wolf, or the fact that I hadn’t been intimate with anybody in this way for a long time, but I found myself nodding and pushing him down further onto the bed. His chest felt warm and firm under my hand, and the way that his muscles rippled beneath my touch as he moved sent an electric shock up my spine.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” I murmured.

Logan stared up at me as I gripped the hem of my shirt and slowly began to pull it off, exposing my waist and eventually my bare breasts. His eyes widened slightly as he gazed at me, and before I knew it, he was sitting back up and running his hands along my skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he traced the lines of my waist. His clear blue eyes met mine as he spoke, and there was something there that I had never seen in their depths before. Something that spoke of a man who was doing more than just taking part in a one night stand; rather, I saw a man who was deeply, unbelievably enamored with the woman in front of him.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” I whispered, reaching for his shirt next. Logan smirked ever so slightly as I lifted his shirt over his head, and then there there they were: the muscles that I had felt beneath his shirt, the muscles which I had admittedly spent so many nights wondering about ever since that night we spent on Harry’s yacht, were now in front of me. His skin felt cool and smooth as I ran my fingers along it, and he shivered slightly at my touch, his blue eyes lighting up with something fiery.

“C’mere.” He wrapped his arm around my waist firmly and pulled me down onto the bed with him. We fell into a heap, and our lips locked again. I felt his tongue work its way into my mouth, swirling and exploring. The feeling of it made my stomach do a flip inside of me, and at the same time, I felt my wolf’s energy surge.

“Finally,” she said, more pleased than ever. “To feel our mate…”

“Hush, you,” I answered, feeling Logan now flip us over so that he was on top. “Don’t talk about it. Just enjoy it.”

My wolf fell silent, but I could feel her presence there still, excited to finally become one with our mate.

With a grin, Logan sat up and began to work at the drawstring on my pants. “Sexy, you know,” he growled, his voice low.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as he began to shimmy my pajamas down. “Sexy? I’m wearing sweatpants. And up until a few moments ago, I was wearing an oversized t-shirt with a picture of a cat on it.”

Logan laughed. “I know. It’s sexy when you’re relaxed. I’d prefer it over lingerie, honestly.”

His words made me blush instantly, and I was grateful for the wine, which had already made my face red. No man had ever mentioned actually liking my oversized loungewear, and yet once again, Logan was proving to be different.

As he shimmied my pants down, though, he revealed something that he didn’t seem to expect in the slightest: black, lacy panties. His eyes widened slightly as he revealed the grand prize, and a smirk overcame his face.

“What a surprise,” he muttered, tugging my pants off the rest of the way.

I grinned and opened my mouth to say something else, but before I could, he was leaning down, letting his lips trail along the skin of my breasts and my belly. A soft moan escaped my mouth as his lips made their way toward my groin, then trailed over the lace of my panties.

His fingers began to work their way into the waistband of my panties, and his eyes met mine again as though questioning, making sure that I was ready yet again. I bit my lip lightly and nodded, and another shiver came over my body as he slipped my panties down.

I now laid fully nude on the bed in front of him, feeling more exposed and yet safer than ever at the same time. He drank me in with his eyes, his gaze wandering my body, his fingers trailing ever so lightly over my skin.

“Now it’s your—” I began, but he cut me off by pressing his lips into mine.

“Quiet,” he commanded, his voice low yet firm. “I’m not done yet.”

Before I could utter another word, Logan slid back down toward my groin, and began to kiss along my thighs on either side. I shuddered, but he placed his hands on my legs, pulling them apart and pushing them down onto the bed.

He started gently, his tongue flicking across my clit, causing me to shiver each time. Then, slowly, he began to explore more, tasting me more and more, little by little, until his tongue was swirling around faster and faster. Another moan escaped my lips. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, my fingers running through his hair.

Then, with a mischievous grin, he slipped his fingers into me.

“Oh—Logan!” I whimpered, falling back again. My back arched a bit as his thick fingers began to work themselves inside of me. It was all I could do not to cry out, partially from surprise but mostly from pleasure.

He worked his fingers into me for a while, picking up speed until I felt as though I was soaking wet. Just when I was on the verge of coming, though, he suddenly pulled his fingers out with a smacking sound, and his eyes met mine. There was that mischievous grin again.

“Good, huh?” he chuckled.

I let out a husky breath and pushed myself up onto my elbows again. “You’re a fiend,” I murmured.

Logan was already working at his belt, and I sat up the rest of the way to help him. My fingers ran along his chiseled muscles, the well-defined V in his lower waist, as I unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, revealing a rock-hard—and unexpectedly large—erection straining against his boxers.

My eyes widened. “Logan, I—”

“Shh,” he murmured, smirking. “Go ahead. Don’t be shy.”

I swallowed and tugged his boxers down, and was met with something that made my heart soar. He was warm and hard beneath my fingers as I slowly traced the outline of his cock with my finger. I glanced up at him for permission, and was met with a subtle nod and a growing smirk, before I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.

He was so big that I almost couldn’t fit him in my mouth, but the sounds he made as I slowly began to work my tongue around him made it all possible. Before I knew it, I was taking almost all of him in my mouth until he was soaked with my saliva. His fingers worked through my hair as I moved back and forth on him, exquisite moans emanating from his chest.

Just as I was about to come up for air, he held me there for a moment longer, causing me to gag. He groaned loudly. “Good girl,” he murmured, before pulling me back. I coughed and gasped for air, but I couldn’t deny the grin on my face.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded and leaned back on the bed, opening my legs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer so that the tip pressed into me.

“Ready,” I whispered.

With that, Logan pushed himself into me. His body became pressed against mine, and we turned into a tangle of limbs as he moved on top of me.

I never thought that I would say it, but as Logan moved inside of me faster and faster until our bodies were coated in sweat and our breaths were heavy, and as our moans floated into the air above us, I felt full in more ways than one.

To finally feel my fated mate… It made me feel as though my heart had grown to twice its size, even though I knew that I would come to regret this in the morning.