CHAPTER FIFTEEN – LILY #3
“I…”
“Ot! Lily! Breakfast is served.” Tristan pokes his head around the door, his eyes widening as he takes in our nearness, and what is no doubt a stunned look on my face. “Um. Did I interrupt something?”
“We were just discussing bath products,” I fib, scrambling past Otley with the jar of honey soak still clutched in my hand.
I hold it aloft, grateful to have something else to focus on than the weight of Otley’s gaze on my back.
“I’ve been wanting to try this for ages,” I blather, fiddling with the faucet until a blast of hot water hits the tub.
“Can you tell Logan I’m going to have a bath and then I’ll take a nap? ”
“Sure.” Tristan is still glancing between us, but he’s distracted by the basket on the counter, digging through the products until he finds a tube of healing gel. “You might like to use this on your bite mark. Logan will want to tend it himself, but this will help with the scarring.”
I take the tube, my cheeks burning at the memory of Logan licking the mating mark while his knot throbbed inside me. Every time I was about to drift off to sleep, I felt him nuzzling my neck, the smallest swipe of his tongue setting off firecrackers under my skin…
“Wow,” Tristan gives a soft gasp. “Gotta say, you smell good enough to eat, Lily.”
“Must be the blueberry pancakes,” I quip, avoiding Otley’s gaze as I dump half the contents of the jar into the steaming water. “Logan is obsessed with maple syrup.”
“He’s definitely got a sweet tooth,” Tristan says, herding his silent mate towards the door as he shoots me a wicked grin. “So you better come find me later, because I want all the juicy details!”
I’m not hiding exactly, but when the guys leave to go fishing and Tristan and Otley disappear into their office, I crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head.
My anxiety is immediately soothed at being cocooned in Logan’s scent, but daytime naps aren’t really a habit of mine, and I find it hard to settle.
As I hover on the edge of sleep, I can’t stop Otley’s words from repeating in my head: every instinct says that we belong together.
Of all the things he said to me, that one burrowed the deepest.
“Do you know what I dreamed about most in the desert?” Logan asks as he crawls up the bed, his scent wrapping around me like a balm. “It was you, just like this. All warm and sleepy and waiting for me.”
“How are you home already?” I peek at him as he draws the sheet aside, his gaze burning over my flushed skin. “What time is it?”
“You missed lunch.” He braces his hands on either side of my head as he bends to kiss my temple. “We fixed you a plate if you want me to bring it up.”
I could probably eat, but as my hands drift over his bare arms, food is the last thing on my mind. He’s wearing a shirt with the sleeves torn off and there’s a lot of tanned muscle on display. “Why don’t you smell like fish?”
“They don’t tend to go for the hook without the worm,” he murmurs, bending down to nuzzle his mating bite. “Leo caught three, though, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.”
I nod, well aware of Logan’s stance on fishing.
He might be happy to go along for Leo’s sake, but on all the camping trips we’ve taken together, I’ve never seen Logan catch a single fish.
When I asked him about it, he said he doesn’t suffocate his prey for sport, and he’s happy to get his seafood platters from Red Lobster.
“Did you and Ellis do some bonding at least?” I ask.
He grunts and lowers himself to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist. “It’s easy to find middle ground when you’re right there between us.
” He runs his thumb over my throat, lingering on his bite.
“Although, I think he’s feeling a bit jealous about me claiming you.
Can’t be easy for either of them, watching their scent match wear another guy’s bond. ”
I could argue that scent matching is just biology, but Otley’s words are still playing in the back of my mind, and I don’t know how convincing I can be.
“You’re not just another guy, Logan,” I say instead, wrapping a hand around his nape and pulling him down for a kiss.
We both linger, just enjoying the slow, sweet movement of our mouths.
When we break apart, I run my fingers gently over his sharp jawline.
“You’ve been my everything for as long as I can remember. ”
“And you’re mine,” he whispers as he returns to my lips, his hand sliding under my t-shirt until I moan into his mouth.
I didn’t get around to putting a bra on, and a low growl reverberates in the back of his throat as he starts squeezing and rolling my nipples.
They’re still tender from last night, and when I break away with a gasp, his smile is slow and heated.
“Your pretty nipples are swollen,” he purrs, his hunger unfurling through our bond until I can feel it in my tingling toes.
“Does my mate need me to kiss them better?”
More than I need my next breath.
But I can’t resist shooting a quick glance at the door. “Leo’s not going to come bursting in here, is he?”
“Nope. Cody came over, and they’re building a fort in the woods.” When I raise my brows at him, he runs a soothing finger down my cheek. “Agent Ripcord is helping, so they have about a dozen bodyguards monitoring their every move.”
“Good.” I relax back into the pillow, grinning at the hasty way he strips off my shirt. But when he stops to drink me in with hooded eyes, I fist the sheets and arch my back. “Please, Logan. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
He groans as he obeys, dipping his head to suck my aching flesh into his mouth. I whimper at the sensation, but when he tries to pull back, I grab his nape. “Don’t stop,” I beg, running my other hand over the broad planes of his back. “I need more, not less.”
He grunts and pulls my other nipple into his mouth, working back and forth until I’m a writhing mess.
When my fingers dig into the ridge of muscle on his shoulders, he quickly rolls between my thighs, and I open my legs wider in invitation.
I’m still wearing a pair of sleep shorts, but I can feel the heat of his hand through the thin cotton as he toys with the waistband.
“What about your sweet pussy?” he asks, staring down at me with lust-darkened eyes. “Does that need some attention, too?”
I nod my head so fast, my curls whip me in the face, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you, mate.
” I groan at the promise in his voice, and as he starts to peel off my shorts, his scent thickens around me.
When I’m completely bare, he runs his fingers reverently through the slick coating my thighs.
“You don’t know what it does to me, seeing you all pink and wet like this. ”
Oh, I’m well aware. Because every throb of desire he feels is echoing through our bond, feeding my own arousal until I’m squirming with need. “I can still feel your knot inside me, Alpha, and I want it back. I want more.”
“Fuck, that sounds so good,” he growls, bending his head to lap at my swollen folds. He consumes me, lavishing me with a greedy mouth and gentle hands that make my body hum. “I want you screaming on my cock, but only because it feels so good.”
“It does feel good!” I insist, tilting my hips in invitation.
“But you’re swollen from my last knot,” he chides me, his fingers skimming over the chafed flesh. “I’m still going to bury myself inside you, but we’re gonna take it slow and sweet, okay?”
It’s frustrating, but he’s right. We got pretty carried away last night, and despite all the delicious orgasms, I can feel a faint throb deep in my core.
“We have all the time in the world for knots,” he says as he smiles up at me from between my legs. “Right now, I’m gonna tease this pretty clit until you come in my mouth.”
I groan, but Logan isn’t interested in debate, bending his head to suck on my throbbing clit.
He groans at my taste, but keeps all of his focus on me as he teases and licks until I’m writhing on his tongue.
When the orgasm hits me, it’s a rolling, endless wave that drags me to the height of pleasure before leaving me ruined in his arms.
I don’t know how long it is before I nudge his head from where it’s resting on my boneless thigh. “You’ve got any other slow and sweet moves up your sleeve?”
His answering purr is the perfect mix of promise and satisfaction. “There’s plenty of ways to love you, LeeLee, and I plan on showing you every single one.”