4. Emma
CHAPTER FOUR
emma
Gesturing to him, I repeated my command, “Fuck me, Logan.”
Logan peered down at me, his face awash in something akin to reverence. But he winked at me. “Have you ever had sex in a forest?”
“What do you think?” I asked, leaning up and tucking my elbows behind me, the leaves rustling and crunching beneath my weight. Tipping my head to the side, I considered him. “Unless being fucked in a tree counts.”
“Apples and oranges,” he said.
“Kitchen, back seat, shower, tree, or forest… Same answer. At least until you showed up and blew my carefully structured life to hell in a shifter handbasket.”
He quirked an eyebrow, his dark hair falling over his forehead. The shadows still swirled in his eyes, but they had brightened.
Not so patiently, I waited for him to join me in the pile of leaves. I sucked in the brisk air, glad it was cleaner, sharper, and living. Alive.
God, I feel so alive right now.
The chill in the air grounded me as it kissed my skin and sent a rush through my entire body, drawing my nipples to points.
The Louisiana forest stretched before me, quiet except for the whisper of wind dancing through the trees.
There was something deeply primal when it came to fucking outdoors…
No, when it came to fucking Logan. After everything we had been through, this felt like rebirth of the possible, of the idea that we could have a life together after Acheron.
I am the phoenix rising from the ashes. Or in this case, the multimorph in a pile of leaves.
Logan’s eyes widened with amusement. “A phoenix? Don’t think I’ve had sex with a phoenix.”
“You’ll have to settle for a multimorph, I’m afraid. Don’t think I know how to shift into a phoenix. At least not yet.” I wagged my eyebrows. “Don’t count it out, though.”
“Noted.” With a low growl, he finally heeded my earlier command and dropped to his knees beside me.
“Good boy,” I murmured.
His hand brushed mine as we settled into the bed created by nature. The sun had moved higher, and if it weren’t for the protection of the trees, I’d feel exposed. Of course, after what I had endured, nothing could hurt me now. I felt that in my bones.
With a sheepish smile, Logan raked his hands through his hair. I could still taste him on my lips from the night before. The thought of feeling him again, tasting him again, made my heart clench. Every part of me craved him.
What’s taking him so long? I bit back the words, but he must’ve seen the frustration on my face, heard it through the bond, because he let out a low roaring laugh.
“Oh, Emma.” He leaned over me. His jaw tightened. His irises darkened.
I whimpered, regretting that we had torn our clothes apart. If he’d had a shirt, I would have grabbed it and pulled him closer.
Instead, I leaned upward, and my hand reached behind his neck, forcing him to me.
His tongue teased my tits, and I straddled his leg. He pushed his knee up against my center, and I rode him. My pulse matched the rhythm of my body. When Logan lifted his head, I grabbed a fistful of hair, guiding him between my legs.
He took me in his mouth, and my needy groan escaped.
He pulled back for a second and started to speak, but I silenced him with a glare.
It wasn’t the look he gave me in the shower or even the one I shot him moments earlier.
No, this was commanding, and the wicked grin on his face showed me he was eating up this version of me.
He delayed as though basking in my eagerness.
My hands slid over his shoulders. “I’m waiting…”
He smiled, and I could tell he wanted to say something cocky in response, but I placed my feet on his shoulders and shoved my hips in his face.
His grin dropped away, and he locked in. The wind stirred the leaves above us, scattering waterfalls of sunlight across our skin. He dragged his tongue over me, thrusting and lapping at what I’d served him.
“That’s so good,” I moaned. My hips created their own wild narrative of need. “Touch yourself while you do this,” I commanded.
He growled against me, vibrating my folds against his face. He reached down, his licks amplified by his soft moans.
The entire fucking world could end right here, right now, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Logan repeated my name like a prayer, watching me from desire-clouded eyes.
Emma… Emma… Emma…
Shit, I felt like a goddess.
I beamed at him, and his hands returned to my hips, ramming me into his tongue.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” I said, caressing the back of his neck between my legs.
He paused.
For a long, suspended moment, neither of us moved. I knew he was calculating the logistics… if he could keep himself from coming.
“Emma, I don’t think I can.” He didn’t obey. He buried his face in me once more until I could no longer play the role of the dominant, as he continued to fuck me senseless with his mouth.
Logan slid his fingers into me, and as much as I wanted to hold still and demand he please himself too, my hips arched.
“Come for me, Emma.”
And I did.
So hard, screaming his name, shaking the ground, and sending a torrent of leaves down around us, and on us. When Logan lifted his head, three leaves had settled in his hair, sticking out in three different directions, and I giggled as I freed them from his disheveled hair.
Abruptly, Logan flipped me over onto all fours before guiding his length into me. My ass slammed against him. He grabbed my hair, tugging wildly, sending me careening toward another climax.
I clawed at the leaves beneath my hands. Logan released my hair, one hand reaching to cup my left breast and the other making its way to my clit.
“Fuck, yes. Yes, like that,” I gasped as he took me.
Logan slowed his movements, measuring each plunge.
I growled in disapproval. His control of our pace drove me crazy, igniting my desire like gasoline tossed onto a blaze.
“Not yet,” he barked.
His sac slapped against me with each intentional thrust. His fingers made leisurely circles around my clit. Each time he increased his speed, I’d get so fucking close. Despite my best attempts to hide my pleasure, he’d slow down.
And I’d growl again.
We continued this push and pull until I couldn’t take it any longer.
“My. Turn,” I snarled. Then I spun around, wrapped my arms and legs around his body, and flipped him underneath me. I gripped his cock and guided him inside, straddling him with ease. I couldn’t help but moan as I watched his eyes roll back.
He lifted his pelvis against me. “Come for me, Emma.”
In moments, my thighs clenched around him. “Logan… I’m coming…”
The world narrowed to the sound of my own breaths, uneven and frantic. My hips rocked fervently against his, every movement a declaration of its own. Surrender. A promise that neither of us could keep quiet. The air shimmered, and I could no longer tell where I ended and he began.
Emotion flickered in his eyes. Raw. Deep. Love wrapped in exhaustion and reverence. Harder. Faster.
Logan launched upward and bit my shoulder, amplifying my orgasmic cries, but he held himself back from climaxing with me.
His edging only made me even more aroused.
For a thundering heartbeat, the universe paused.
Colors exploded in my vision, and I sailed over the cliffs of ecstasy, my toes curling into the leaves.
Finally spent, I collapsed against his body, resting my cheek against his chest.
He brushed his fingers through my hair and down the side of my neck, grounding me as my body continued to spasm on top of him.
But he wasn’t going to stop there.
Logan flipped me onto my back and began fucking me again. Somewhere between the moans, I tried to tell him I didn’t think I could possibly come again. I was wrung out.
But watching him enjoy every inch of my body proved me wrong. His hands found my hips, guiding, urging me. The roar of my name on his lips relit my pleasure.
Soon, I tightened around his cock once more.
“Emma,” he howled, his voice echoing between the trees.
My body shook and spasmed, and I succumbed to him, shrieking so loudly I shook the leaves in the trees.
Logan bellowed, spilling into me as I reached my climax.
“God, I love you,” he whispered, breathless.
A grin twisted my face. “I love you too.”
Afterward, the forest turned utterly still. Maybe it was horrified at what it had just witnessed. I almost laughed at the idea. Then I wrapped my arms around him.
The morning sun was now completely golden, pouring through the branches like honey, catching on tiny particles of mist that hovered between us. I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but a light fog had settled over us.
Logan’s cheek rested between my breasts. He tucked his arms around me.
For a long time, neither of us spoke. I just listened to his breathing and the faint rustle of nature around us. He brushed a hand down my side, slow and soothing.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured.
“Probably from the cold,” I whispered, smiling against the top of his head.
This moment felt weightless. My mind was already replaying everything from the love we made in our bedroom to the primal sex we had out here in the woods.
“We should go inside.” He paused. “Huh. We’re going to have to slink across the grounds naked.”
“We did rip our clothes apart,” I said, laughing.
“Well, now isn’t the time to be shy, Emma. A little too late for that. Besides, modesty has no place among shifters.”
We gathered our clothes from the leaf litter and made our way back to the manor. Thankfully, my mother hadn’t been anywhere in eyeshot, and I didn’t have to make awkward explanations about how it was fine I was naked in the woods.
Once inside, Logan built a fire in the bedroom fireplace.
I excused myself to go shower.
“Want me to come with?” he offered.
However, I needed to bathe alone. There was no way I could have kept my hands off him, and I also needed to wash without distraction.