Logan (Wolf Mountain Shifters #3)

6. Logan

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LOGAN

“You did?” She looked at me, her eyes wide. “You dreamed of me too.”

“Yes, only I could never see your beautiful face.” I cupped her cheek, and she instinctively leaned into it.

She understood the connection we had before she scented me or came on pack lands. A mate wandering into my dreams? That was an intensity of the mating pull I’d never witnessed other than in lore.

“It was so frustrating. I wanted to see you and to know you were real.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “And you are.”

“I am. And those dreams,” she said as she nibbled her lip. “We really did those… that.”

“Not yet.” I brought my lips to hers. My body was begging for more, but she was human. We might have met in paranormal fashion, but she wasn’t a shifter, and this was all new to her. I refused to push her. “That doesn’t make that time any less spec—”

Her mouth cut me off when she pressed against me and her arms held me close. This was no sweet kiss. She was needy, demanding more and willing to give in return. She opened her mouth to me, deepening the kiss. Our tongues explored each other, and the taste of her had me wishing I could lick her clit.

“I need to taste you….all of you,” I mumbled into her mouth, my erection hard against her middle, the stupid jeans I had stashed in the woods stiff and uncomfortable against my flesh.

But she continued grinding against me, moaning against my lips, and digging her nails into my back.

Mark her. She’s ours.

My wolf didn’t get it. You couldn’t just mark a human. They didn’t understand it was forever. But gods, I wanted to.

Not without her permission. She’s our mate. Be patient.

My mate wrapped her legs around me. Had I been human, I’d have landed on my ass. “I need you. Take me, Logan. Make me yours.”

Lightning cracked in the distance. The storm was still far off, the thunder not yet here, but we needed to take cover.

“Let me take you home.” I nibbled on her earlobe.

“No. I want to stay with you.” She clung to me tighter.

“I meant my home.”

Emmie’s grip loosened. “Okay.”

More lightning crackled across the sky when I walked in my front door. Let it pour. None of the rest of the world mattered.

“Did you want something to eat or drink or—”

She cut me off with a hand over my mouth. “I want you naked and inside me.”

She pulled her shirt and lacy bra off. But on reaching for the button on her jeans, her hands stilled. “You are far too dressed.”

That had me ripping off my clothes as rain rattled the windows.

Emmie crooked her finger, beckoning me to her. I pulled her in for a searing kiss, pressing her back on the mattress. We kissed until she was breathless then I nibbled over her jaw and throat while she writhed beneath me, begging for more.

Tracing her collarbone with my lips and envisioning how sexy she was going to look once she wore my mark, I nipped the tender flesh, and she moaned. I reached between her legs, finding her wet for me.

I brushed my finger along her clit as I licked around her nipple, and she arched her back, tangling her fingers in my hair. Gods, I couldn’t wait to make her come with my mouth.

She wiggled beneath me when I slid my finger down to her waiting entrance before pushing inside. Her cry of pleasure, followed by a plea to make her come, had me abandoning her breasts and settling between her legs while my finger thrust into her.

Raising my head, I met my mate’s gaze as I licked my lips and winked.

“Hurry, Logan.”

Pushing her thighs back, I rested them on my shoulders and inhaled my mate’s intoxicating scent. For a brief moment, I allowed my beast to the forefront of my gaze. He understood I would shove his sorry ass down if he attempted to mark her before she agreed.

My tongue darted out and licked her clit. She whimpered, and I loved how responsive my mate was.

I enjoyed feasting on her pussy, and she made no secret that she was enjoying it too. Lick. Suck. Nibble. Kiss. All while, I was thrusting one then two then three fingers into her. She was close—so close.

When I turned my fingers, making it possible to reach her G-spot, she moaned. Her vagina walls contracted, her body shaking and her breathing erratic.

“Enjoy this ride, mate.” I looked up, loving the way she let go with abandon.

Gods, Fate was good to me.