Chapter 4 #2
He snarled, revealing sharp teeth. His response startled me and I withdrew my hand to my chest. “Don’t make excuses for me. I should have fought it. I should have done something. Only a monster—”
I silenced him with a kiss.
Now I understood why I had to forgive him.
Being a monster? That was something I knew well.
I had committed unforgivable acts. It didn’t matter if it was for reasons beyond my control.
I’d still killed my mother.
I’d still slit Dante’s throat.
I’d still done unspeakable things that would make me the worst of the worst.
I was a monster.
And from one monster to another, I knew what that felt like.
His sharp teeth grazed my tongue as I shoved my mouth over his. The tang of my blood made him moan.
My blood had euphoric properties. That’s something I’d finally realized after having more than one experience where my mates had enjoyed tasting it.
My genetic makeup was too powerful. The traits of a succubus, a Demonspawn, an angel, and something ancient and divine enough to be considered a goddess made me undeniably unique.
His hard grip on my wrists tightened as he shoved me onto the floor. My wings spread out behind me from the fluid motion, more or less staying out of the way.
He paused, considering me.
A fight had entered his eyes as if he was determined for me to see things his way. “If you stay here, you’ll see what a monster I am.”
I leaned up off the ground. “Then show me, Logan. Do your worst.”
He snarled, raking his gaze over my exposed chest.
I leaned up a little further and bit his lip, drawing blood.
He growled. “Open your legs,” he ordered using his alpha voice.
I had provoked him, and by the dangerous gleam in his eyes, I’d crossed a line we weren’t going to come back from.
So be it.
The echo of magic in his tone forced me to immediately obey.
He didn’t have to use his alpha command on me. I would have done it anyway, but a sick part of me liked it.
His nails transformed into claws in a carefully controlled transition between wolf and man. He raked his claws down my center, barely breaking skin from my chest to my navel.
“You want to see a monster? Then I’ll show you. I’ll show you why you need to leave the first chance you get.”
My silky pajamas fell to my sides, revealing only skin.
“Try me,” I challenged.
He continued to shred the clothing off of me, nicking me enough to leave little drips of black blood over my arms and the inside of my thighs.
He looked me in the eyes as he said his next command. “Don’t move.”
I was in his clutches now.
A thrill of excitement at the danger only turned me on more.
Forced to remain still, he shoved his tongue into my mouth, fucking me down my throat, then took his time tasting my skin.
He licked my neck, then lapped up the blood down my chest.
He ranked his teeth over my breast, clamping his mouth over my nipple.
I sucked in a breath as pleasure spiked. He combined the motion with a jutting move from his hips.
His loose pants were still on, but the thin fabric did little to prevent his erection from rubbing up against me. Within moments my wetness coated his crotch, allowing him to grind against me with pleasing motions.
“You’re fucking wet for me, little wolf,” he said, making my stomach flip as he used my favorite pet name.
I panted as he worked himself over me, stimulating me as he swapped breasts.
He exhaled over the bite mark, making my skin heat with magic.
The words he’d spoken to me when he had marked me filtered in through the back of my mind.
Mine to protect.
Mine to claim.
Mine to control.
It should have made me angry, but it was hard to think when he took my taut nipple between his teeth.
And then he retracted his claws before shoving three fingers into me.
“Don’t come yet,” he ordered.
The mark on my breast burned at the command and I whimpered as a painful climax remained just out of reach.
He continued to grind himself against me, simultaneously working me with his fingers, as he tormented both of my breasts with sucks and licks until I was begging.
“Logan,” I cried as he upped his pace. “Please.”
I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.
For him to stop?
Gods, no.
For him to let me come.
“Not yet,” he said with a grin and I snarled. “Get up,” he said with that magical echo of alpha command strong in the words. “Sit on my face.”
I blinked at him a few times before I found my body complying on its own.
He leaned back onto the floor and gripped onto my thighs as I did as he had ordered.
Then I threw my head back when he clamped his mouth around my clit.
And sucked.
“Fuck, Logan!”
He shoved his fingers back into me as he tormented my clit with little sucks, licks, and rolls of his tongue.
I could have come three times already, but his order burned on my breast, preventing me from falling over that cliff.
“Not.”
“Yet.”
He breathed out both words as individual sentences, the tone still humming with an order, as he tormented me.
My entire body began to tremble.
The building pleasure had nowhere to go, so it swelled inside of me until I thought I was going to explode.
“You’re so wet, little wolf. Such a good girl,” he said with heavy need in his voice, licking me and lapping me up as if I was his last meal.
I fell forward as I trembled and started to cry.
The tears weren’t of sadness or pain.
It felt too fucking good.
“L-Logan,” I stammered and he chuckled.
“I think you’re ready,” he said. He took me to the bed and ripped up the bedding.
I numbly stared at him as my entire body shook with the unspent orgasms still stuck inside of me.
He worked the sheets into twisted ropes, then wrapped them around my wrists.
“Hold on, little wolf,” he said and I gripped onto the makeshift ropes. He tied off the ends to the headboard until they were taut and then kicked open my legs.
He shimmied out of his pants that were soaked with my desire and I licked my lips at the exquisite sight of him.
His cock bulged and wetness glistened on the tip. A slight redness around the head showed the bulge of thick veins that ran down his shaft.
Gods. I wanted to taste him.
But he wasn’t going to let me. Instead he leaned in and whispered a new command into my ear.
“Wrap your legs around my waist as I enter you.”
I eagerly obeyed, desperate for sweet relief, as he slid into me.
A throaty groan escaped me as he worked his thick cock all the way inside. It was a tight fit as if my body had forgotten how to take my mates, but then he was holding my ass and letting me ride him as I forced it to remember.
I rolled my hips, seeking oblivion, but he hadn’t told me to come yet.
I tried to override his alpha command, but I seemed to have forgotten how. Instead I whined as I clung onto the restraints. He held onto me and ground himself against me, stimulating my clit as he fucked me deeply.
“I’m going to do something we’ve never done before,” he whispered into my ear, making me shiver. “When I tell you to come for me… I’m going to knot you.”
My eyes went wide.
I knew about knotting. It was typically a shifter thing, but I’d never seen a knot on Logan. From what dirty texts I’d read—thanks to Orion’s stash of supernatural sexual education with some helpful pictures—there should have been a bulge at the base of his cock that was his knot.
And when he came, it would swell and lock us together.
“But, you don’t…” I said, trying to articulate what I meant when a new pressure formed around my opening.
“It’s part of my shifting ability,” he said against my throat as he rolled against me. “Are you ready?”
Every inch of my skin was on fire.
His fingers had changed again and his claws lightly dug into my back, sending blood trickling down my spine.
I liked it. The mixture of slight pain with overwhelming pleasure gave me much-needed balance to cling to.
“I-I’m ready,” I stammered, not sure what I was about to experience, but if I didn’t come in the next five seconds I was pretty sure I was going to die.
He still hesitated—likely concentrating, I realized—when different parts of him began to shift.
Controlling specific body parts in a shift took focus and skill, and right now Logan was definitely distracted.
His muscles strengthened and flexed underneath me as the wolfish part of his physique shadowed his human exterior.
Then the pressure between my legs grew.
And grew.
Until my body begged for release.
He continued to grind against me, making my clit throb and every nerve around my opening ignite with sensation.
“Logan!” I cried.
He held onto me tight as if bracing himself. “Come for me, Lily. Come all over my knot.”
I screamed as my body exploded.
Light flared behind my eyes and an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever experienced rolled over my entire being.
Logan thrust in as deep as he could go as my core spasmed around him, locking him tightly inside of me.
And then his knot swelled to its full size, stretching me as my walls continued to spasm around him.
He groaned into my ear, lavishing me with dirty compliments.
“That’s my good little wolf. Fuck. Lily. Fucking good girl.”
The spasms of every orgasm he’d denied me continued to roll over me as he went still and warmth spread through my core.
He groaned with each squeeze of my body around him. I realized his orgasm was much longer this way, too.
His cock pulsed inside of me as he continued to come with me, again and again as his knot kept us securely locked into place.
He was filling me with his seed.
My vision swarmed with black dots as I threatened to black out and I was immensely grateful he’d given me restraints to hold me in place.
Because I would have been consumed underneath him, unable to breathe or stop his weight as the climax brought us both to the edge of consciousness.
The experience became ethereal and I wasn’t sure if I’d blacked out or was drugged by him.
Pleasure warmed me from the inside until a sheen of sweat broke out on my skin.
I’d been cold before, but not now. Now I was on fire and my chest heaved as I took each wave of pleasure with a sense of surrender.
The high finally came down after an indeterminate amount of time.
When I blinked at the window—Logan still lodged deep inside of me and hard as iron—I realized that it was dark.
Had we been like this all day?
“Logan?” I ventured as I tested sore muscles against my restraints. I still couldn’t move, and my body occasionally released a spasm around his hard length still buried inside of me.
He groaned as if waking from a deep sleep. “Lily, fuck. I’m sorry,” he said as the pressure lessened between my thighs. “You can move now.”
His bones shifted and his muscles returned to a more human shape. I realized that he was shifting and removing the knot.
“D-don’t apologize,” I said. My teeth still chattered from the extreme pleasure he’d put me through, but he glanced at me with regret as if I was in pain.
If this was pain, it was the only torture I ever wanted.
“That was a-amazing,” I managed to say as he untangled us.
His frown fell into a sheepish grin as he slowly eased the last part of himself out of me. “So, it was good?” he asked as my body released him, the suction drawing out an obscene amount of cum onto the ruined bed.
Fucking a knotted alpha wolf shifter in his half-transitioned form was undeniably different.
“So, so good,” I admitted with a disbelieving laugh.
Logan had definitely been hiding that particular skill of his from me and we were so doing that again.
When I remembered how to breathe.
And form sentences with more than three words.
“Good,” he repeated. He sighed at the destroyed bed and the cum that was splashed all over our lower halves. “Well, I’m going to clean us up, and then we’re going to get some sleep.” He kissed my brow. “You took my knot so well, Lily. I’m proud of you.”
I blushed at his sensual compliment.
It felt like I had achieved something he thought I never would have accepted about him.
And now that it was done—and I had clearly enjoyed it—Logan seemed to finally be able to let go something that had been twisting him up inside.
So with a floating sense of euphoria I allowed him to guide me to the attached bathroom.
And I watched as he drew us a steaming bath before I slipped underneath the warm surface and sighed.