Chapter 13 Logan
Logan
My ego wasn’t going to fit through the doorway at this rate. Clover’s reaction in the club was nothing compared to the ego boost of her riding my hand on the drive home. I could’ve let her get off, but I was already struggling to focus on the road instead of her.
I carreened to a stop outside our house, leapt out, and rolled across the hood so I could get to Clover’s door before she had unbuckled herself.
She laughed as I scooped her into my arms and bolted for the door, hastily punching in the code.
Getting from our front door to my bedroom was a blur.
Thankfully, none of the others seemed to be around.
I loved them and was usually willing to share, but introducing anyone else to the situation would only prolong the time between now and getting to sink into Clover’s slick heat.
She was too impatient to risk it.
We tumbled into my bedroom, and I kicked the door shut behind us, practically sprinting to the bed.
Clover sprawled back on my blankets, and I took the opportunity to strip quickly.
Even that wasn’t fast enough for her. She was already whining and lifting her hips, fingers curled tightly in the fabric of her dress.
I wasn’t used to rushing quite this much, but if that was what she needed, I was willing to accommodate her.
A quick adjustment let me yank her panties to her knees and get her ankles on my shoulders so I could fuck straight into her cunt.
She arched up with a cry as she took every inch.
I hadn’t prepared her as much as I should have, but in my defense, she’d been ready to climb me like a tree, so there were only so many options.
Her initial whimper turned into a plaintive whine, begging me to keep going.
I dug my fingers into the softness of her thighs to hold her in place so I could ride her to my heart’s content.
Every descent into her pussy had all the potency of a shot of vodka burning its way down my throat.
Her peony scent was so thick in the air I could taste it.
The sheer sweetness of it made me dizzy, and it was a potent combination with the sensation of her snug heat wrapped around my cock.
I couldn’t remember the last time a partner had made me feel like this. How could I be both fully anchored and also high as a kite?
Adjusting my grip, I held her in place with my forearm braced across her thighs so I could wedge my thumb against her clit. My first brush against it had her grabbing the sheets in a death grip, her breathing shifting to sharp pants.
She might’ve been the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Her golden hair was spread out like a halo, her plump lips softly parted, and I was mesmerized by the sway and ripple of her curves each time my hips met hers.
The first swell of her orgasm and the frantic pulsing of her cunt swept me away. I held on tight and closed my eyes, trying to breathe through the sensation so I didn’t knot her and stop the fun early.
Clover didn’t appreciate my restraint. As soon as she caught her breath, she was whining again and using her hands for leverage to buck her hips against me.
“Hold on, mama,” I crooned softly. “You’re going to make me spill if you don’t chill.”
“More,” she ground out.
Her skin was hot against mine, her scent so impossibly sweet it wore down my self-control.
I tossed her panties to the floor, pulled out, and flipped her, slotting myself back in before she could kick up a fuss.
It was a tall fucking order to keep a hold of rationality right now, but I had an omega to please, and she hadn’t come nearly enough times for me to let go yet.
Clover groaned, burying her face in the blankets, biting them to smother each desperate sound I coaxed out of her.
I managed to unzip her dress, and she wriggled out of it with a few growls whenever she got tangled.
It wasn’t a complicated outfit, but I did love knowing I occupied enough of her brain cells that she struggled with the task.
I helped her out by unhooking her bra before winding my hand through her hair to get a good anchor.
Her moan when I gave it a little tug was all the encouragement I needed.
“Knot,” she whimpered, trying to thrust backward. “Now.”
“Hands on the headboard for me, gorgeous.”
She lifted trembling arms to obey, and I used her hair to crane her neck back, letting me fuck her and tease her at the same time.
This was a situation where having extra arms would be so fucking useful. How was I supposed to choose between holding her hair or her throat, between bracing her so I could fuck as hard as I wanted or playing with her clit until she cried?
She made the choice for me with a sharp snap of her hips.
I tugged her hair again and closed my teeth against her throat to keep her steady while I reached between her thighs and braced my other hand on the headboard.
The feral sound she made when my teeth made contact had my jaw clenching.
Claiming her so early would be stupid as hell, but that did absolutely nothing to stop the compulsion.
Having her in my bed for the rest of eternity sounded pretty fucking good right now.
Clover tried to help herself along, but my growl and deepening bite stilled her. A second later, her whole body began shaking as she struggled to remain that way.
Goddamn, she was an ego boost.
Her own low growl was both an encouragement and a warning. Patience was minimal, and I had better get a fucking move on.
My fingers dripped with slick as I teased her, turning quick circles over her clit to carry her up the peak. The pulsing squeeze of her cunt told me she was about to detonate, and I carried on, driving hard and deep with each thrust.
She screamed, and I closed my hand over her mouth, my jaw clamping down in reaction to her pleasure as I spilled every desperate drop inside her. My knot filled her up and my brain promptly shut off.
I rutted against her, grinding our hips together, even though I couldn’t move the way I wanted to. Clover held on tight. Her nails made grooves in the headboard, and her hot breath on my hand had my cock weeping.
We flopped to the side, where she resumed rocking her hips and dragging me into euphoria with every tug and spasm around my knot. I played her clit like a damn fiddle, sending her over the edge so many times, I stopped keeping count so I could experience the squeeze of her cunt.
At some point we’d succumbed to the darkness, and I woke with my cock still in her and my brain full of fog. I rolled us over, flattening her to the bed, but the shift of her hips to offer a better angle and her whimpering moan was enough to send me to the edge of rut.
I slid my arms beneath her shoulders to brace my weight and get my teeth back on her throat where they belonged. Her plush ass cheeks were a welcome cushion as I snapped my hips against her.
How did she feel this fucking good?
Clover was a delicious, squirming mess beneath me, taking every brutal stroke and still trying to give it back.
Was it possible to fuck her so hard we became a single entity?
My cock in her wasn’t enough. I wanted to plaster every inch of her to me at once, but then I couldn’t fuck her or bite her the way I wanted.
I offered her my fingers, and she took two of them between her lips, sliding her tongue along the underside of each before biting down to keep me right there.
Her moans were muffled this way, but nothing kept her completely quiet. Each time our hips snapped together, she blessed me with a new one, and I would drive into her until my body gave out so I could have that sound in my ears.
Fucking doomed.
Having her only made the craving worse. She wasn’t allowed to leave my bed after this. She wasn’t just an omega now that I’d tasted her.
Clover was mine, and I was going to keep her.
She burst in a rush of slick beneath me, shuddering and writhing, but I kept fucking, refusing to slow until I had no choice. My hips were already protesting, but my brain made the demand very clear. She was getting fucked until we both collapsed.
Her whimper sent me over the edge, and I jerked back to keep my knot from sealing us together. I wanted her cunt wrapped around it, but that meant the fucking stopped. Grinding it against her entrance pitched her sounds higher, and she started shivering even more than when she came.
Every whine spurred me on. There was no finesse as I fucked her like a damn battering ram, but she loved it, spreading her legs even wider and practically sobbing as her tongue lapped at my fingers.
She pulled away to beg, a string of desperate please, please, please tumbling out of her. Clover’s shaking grew unruly as I felt the first hint of give against my knot. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Oh my god.”
I ground hard against her. Both of us were covered in slick, and it eased some, but not all, of my effort.
Her body caved, her cunt giving way to swallow up my knot.
The sensation of how tight she was gliding around me drop-kicked me over the edge.
Clover’s scream abruptly cut off as she passed out beneath me and dragged me into the darkness with her.