Chapter 11
A few hours into our night with the guys, we were way too drunk to get home, so I sent texts to Mom and Dad telling them we
were fine and would see them in the morning. Sara and Tobias were dancing now . . . together. No doubt she’d have some regrets
in the morning. One of which would definitely be drinking that third glass of witch wine. The third was the killer.
I picked up another vodka; I’d stuck to my guns with only the one wine. “Come on, witches,” Sara yelled. “Come and dance with
me.”
Tobias hauled her closer, his gaze focused on her. “I can handle all three of you witches on the dance floor.”
Logan grumbled beneath me but didn’t try to murder his friend. He appeared well used to the Brit’s antics. “Ready for school
next month?” Haley asked Noah. They’d been cuddling and drinking together all night, neither moving an inch.
“Not really,” he said. “I’m only there because Logan is.”
“And I’ll be there this year,” Tobias drawled. “Finally got out of the family commitment and accepted my Weatherstone invitation.”
Sara sighed as she stopped dancing. “You’ll be at Weatherstone?” Her words were just starting to slur.
“All year, badass,” he said with a pretty smile. “Wanna extend this truce and be fuck buddies?”
For a beat, it almost looked as if she was considering it, before she batted him away. “Enough with the talking, moneybags.
Dance.”
He didn’t argue, his hands falling to her hips as they moved together.
The stress of the day eventually caught up to me, and my eyes closed as I snuggled into Logan’s chest. His hold felt safe,
and I let myself relax and enjoy the music and my friends’ laughter. If only Belle were here, this would be a perfect night.
I hoped I’d see her at school. What if her father didn’t let her return? Speaking of . . .
“Did you keep Elder Monroe and those witnesses away from the trial today?” I murmured to Logan without opening my eyes. I
should have asked him that earlier, but the whole rock star reveal had been quite the distraction.
Logan shifted me higher, and my eyes opened as he brushed his lips across mine. “Of course. It wasn’t hard to create a distraction—Elder
Monroe is in a bit of trouble with the council for some of his recent activities. Better he worry about himself than whatever
vendetta he has against your family.”
“Won’t your father be pissed that you’re helping mine?” I asked, examining his face.
His green eyes grew icy, reminding me of how he used to look when I first saw him at Weatherstone. “Don’t worry about my father.
I’ll handle Rafael. You just stay as far away from him as you can. If you see him coming, you run the other way. Promise me,
Paisley.”
I swallowed roughly and nodded. “I promise.” The last thing I wanted was to go near Rafael Kingston.
Logan stood abruptly, leaving me a touch breathless as he adjusted my body until I was secure in his arms. “It’s Precious’s bedtime,” he declared to the room. “We’ll see you all in the morning.”
“I can walk,” I said, slapping his shoulder.
He ignored me completely, like the arrogant asshole he was, and I waved at our friends, who were smiling broadly. I could
see by their expressions that Sara and Haley would have many questions for me tomorrow.
Logan carried me down a hallway, toward a white door. “This is my room,” he said as it opened for him. He stepped onto the
plush navy carpet, heading toward a huge bed dressed in a blue duvet and pillows, contrasting nicely to the black iron bed
frame. Off to the side I noticed an entire wall of guitars, mounted in staggered displays.
“How many guitars do you own?” I asked, wondering if I’d missed more at the farmhouse.
“A fucking lot,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t have many obsessions in life. Just you and my music. You both got me through
the last twenty years.”
My pulse thrummed through me, and I found my fingers sinking deeper into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He didn’t
set me down, and in the semidarkness of his room—two bedside lamps the only illumination—there was a cloak of comfort around
us. “Do you play any other instruments?”
“Piano, drums, bass, violin, and trombone.”
Of course. “I mean, the trombone was a given,” I said dryly.
Logan shot me a slow smile as he strolled into his gray marbled bathroom. The first thing I noticed was the black bathtub,
large enough to fit six people. “Would you like a shower, Precious? I’d like to take care of you.”
The ache in my chest was intense, and I was afraid that it might already be too late for me to protect my heart. “That would
be nice.” My voice sounded weird. I felt weird.
But I needed this too.
The water started from the multiple showerheads as he set me on my feet. He didn’t remove his hands from me, though, his palm
sliding along my spine to unlace the corset tie of my dress. Fire licked across my skin everywhere he touched, and when the
bodice and skirt were loose enough, I stepped free, leaving myself in just a white lace thong.
Logan made a low, desperate sound. “You’ve been sent here to destroy me, Precious.” He stroked a fingertip across my bare
shoulders. “I’m one of the strongest warlocks in the world, and you could crumble me with a blink of those blue eyes.”
It was a heady feeling, this intensity in my chest as it spilled from me. Pushing up on my toes, I brought my lips closer,
and when Logan responded, there was an actual collision of power. I gasped against his soft mouth. Logan took advantage of
my parted lips and pushed between them, his tongue stroking mine. I almost came undone with that one taste. Pressing against
him, desperate to ease the ache between my legs, I barely resisted the urge to hump his side.
Logan’s hands roamed up the front of my thighs and stroked across the material of my thong, pressing against my clit as he
caressed the silk. “So wet already, Precious,” he murmured, deepening the kiss. His fingers slipped under my panties, sliding
through the slickness. I was fucking soaked, and as he slid one finger inside me, he captured my moan in his mouth.
A second finger joined the first, moving slowly at first, before he increased the speed, fucking me harder. His thumb circled
my clit, and all the while he never released my mouth from his.
The intense buildup of pleasure almost knocked me to the floor, but Logan’s free hand kept me upright. “Fuck,” I gasped, wrenching my mouth away to breathe and moan. I tried desperately to keep my voice down, hoping the music was loud enough to hide what was happening in here.
“Fuck, Logan,” I cried again, as everything tightened, and the explosion of pleasure sent darkness dancing around the edge
of my vision.
His fingers didn’t halt their assault, drawing out every second of the orgasm, and by the time he slowly withdrew them, I’d
have been sprawled on the floor if it wasn’t for his strength holding me up. I gasped when he lifted his fingers to his mouth,
lapping up my release. “Goddess be damned, baby,” he groaned. “You taste even better than I remember.” His voice was a low
caress across my sensitive nerves, and I had no words as I watched him. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He stripped away his clothes in a heartbeat, and my head spun as he removed my thong and shifted us both under the warm water.
Expecting him to grab the bodywash, I was completely unprepared when Logan dropped to his knees, burying his mouth in my pussy,
devouring whatever remained of my orgasm.
Getting “cleaned up” had never felt so fucking good.
“You taste like forever, Precious,” he groaned, and I slid my hands into his hair as the building pleasure destroyed my ability
to talk.
The second orgasm was no less intense than the first, and once again it was only Logan’s hands on the back of my thighs that
kept me upright. He was destructive, this spellcaster, in every fucking way.
My mind floated in blissed-out ecstasy, and I reached for his hard length, wanting to return the gesture. Logan’s dick was
as impressive as the last time I saw it, thick and hard, the end red and already seeping pre-cum.
Eating my pussy had turned him on, and I was desperate for a taste of him.
“Not tonight, Precious,” he said, capturing my wrist before I could touch him. “Tonight is about you. I want to take care of you.”
I had no idea what to say, and by the time I formed a protest, he had the bodywash in his hands and was doing what I’d expected
earlier.
Cleaning me up.
With his hands, he gently rubbed soap over every inch of my skin, the minty gel coating me in his scent. Once I was clean
and rinsed, he shut off the water and dried me with a fluffy gray towel. Then he nudged me toward a shelf of toiletries.
“Finish getting ready for bed while I tell those assholes to shut the fuck up,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“You’re exhausted.”
He was gone before I could comment, and I took a few seconds to sort myself out. My legs were weak, my pulse thrummed, and
if my magic weren’t suppressed, I’d be calling monsters with the intensity of the swirls of energy in my center.
Logan had me off-kilter, and even as I brushed my teeth and used some moisturizer from the bottle on his shelf, I couldn’t
calm down. When I exited the bathroom, Logan was there, sliding his hands under my thighs to bring me up against his body
once more. He strode to the bed and pulled back the covers before he leaned over to place me in the center.
He followed until we were sprawled together, his arms coming around me to hold me close. “It’s time to sleep,” he whispered.
“I’ll keep the monsters away.”
The care he was taking with me tonight was my absolute undoing. I didn’t know how to handle this side of Logan, and a part of me wondered why he hadn’t let me touch him in the shower. Or why we didn’t have sex. “Do you not want to have sex with me again?”
It was a ridiculous, needy question that I regretted the second it left my mouth.
Logan stilled, lifting his head higher until I was locked in his gaze. “I have waited a long time for you, Paisley Hallistar.
A long fucking time. Nothing went the way I expected when we came together at Weatherstone, what with the dreams, and our
bonded magic screwing up our equilibriums, but I’m determined to show you how important you are to me now. You’re not just
a body to lose myself in, you hear me? You’re everything, and we’re going to take our time. We might have started with sex,
and I fucking promise you we’ll end with it as well, but for now . . . just let me show you how important you are to me.”
The heat of my tears burned, and no matter how hard I blinked, I couldn’t stop them from slipping free. “Don’t cry,” he whispered,
tucking me against his bare chest. “You destroy me when you cry, and I can’t even kill anyone for hurting you. Because it
was me, and I know I’m a bastard who doesn’t deserve you, but I can’t let you go. Not before, and certainly not now. I tried,
Precious. I tried to let you go, but it’s beyond even my power.”
His words had me sobbing, and I prayed with everything that this was real. That what we had wasn’t some cruel trick, about
to be stolen away.
Because I’d worried before about falling in love with Logan and losing myself.
When it was already too late.