Logan Chapter 107

-Logan-

I step back for a moment to just admire the sight before me. Emory is bare to me, ass gently waving to entice me to hurry up with my ogling and pleasure us both. She’s so wet, she’s literally dripping in front of the desk. Ollie is going to be so pissed, but for now it’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. I catch one droplet sliding down her thigh and slick my fingers before I start playing with her clit. “I can’t decide if I should reward you for being so damned scorching hot or if I should punish you for being bare without telling me about it first. You’re going to have my seed dripping down your thighs just like this for the rest of the night, dirty girl.”

Emory shudders against the feather-light circles I’m drawing around where she needs me most. I have to keep in mind that we don’t want to give the camera too much of a show. I need to block the view of her from the doorway before he gets here, but I don’t hear or smell anyone at the door just yet so I decide to draw it out for us both. It just makes the ending all the sweeter.

“Logan, please. I need you. You’ve already been driving the both of us crazy all night.” As much as I love the sound of my name on her lips, and the sound of her begging even more, I’m not Alpha because I have no willpower. She groans in defeat as she hears the denial in my thoughts.

“Just lay right there and let me enjoy you, baby. Let me clean you up a bit before I get you all dirty again.” She wraps her fingers around the opposite edge of the desk in an effort to be still as I lick from just above her knee to the crease of her thigh. As I repeat on the other side, Emory shakes her hips in an effort to move my mouth where she needs me. I appreciate it when she goes for what she wants, so I give her one long lick, exactly how she likes, and deny us both when I stand back up behind her.

I would’ve loved to play with her a little more- there’s no denying that I’m addicted to the taste of her- but I heard our cameraman just outside the door. Emory’s desperate moan echoes off the walls, and I hope he’s already recording as I slam to the hilt inside of her. *Let me hear you, baby.

Normally, I like to ease into her, to give her a moment to stretch around me, but every now and then we both like when she has to struggle a little to take me. This makes her so loud, too, which fits our purposes. I lean over her while I set a punishing pace with my hips. Hopefully I can distract myself enough that this won’t be embarrassingly fast. As long as we’re controlling the narrative, I don’t need to make it seem like I can’t please my mate. I smack the side of her ass opposite of where the camera would be able to see and bite her earlobe. *I hope you’re ready for your feature, little rose.* “Whose are you? Who do you belong to?” I grab a handful of Emory’s hair and pull her face off the desk so I can watch and make sure she’s as comfortable as possible in this situation.

“Yours! I’m yours!” She gasps out, clearly already sinking into pure physicality. I smack her again, enjoying this bit of playacting. I guess it helps that we’re not too far off of what we usually like, anyway.

“Who’s inside you? Say my fucking name, baby. Who do you belong to?” I get louder, pound into her harder. Our hips smacking together and the wet sounds of Emory’s excitement make a filthy soundtrack for our little movie.

“Logan! I’m yours, Logan.” Emory’s shout breaks off into a prolonged moan as her sheath ripples around me. I want to hold off for a second one, but she squeezes me so tight that I have no choice but to go over with her.

“I couldn’t wait another second, baby. Had to have you.” I pant out against her neck. I just get a contented hum back from her as she drifts in the afterglow. I wait for the guy with the camera to retreat with my nose buried in Emory’s hair. If I catch sight or scent of him right now, I’m not sure I’d be able to keep from killing him for seeing her like that. It’s one thing during a full moon ceremony, when nobody can even see anyone other than their own mate, but it’s a completely other thing for a man to see my mate in a way only I should.

My wolf hated this plan at the start, but I’ve been trying to frame it in my mind as another claiming. Everyone will know that she’s mine alone, and nobody could make her cum as hard as I can. *Caveman*, she thinks my way affectionately. She’s starting to come back to herself a bit, as well. She’s trying not to think about the video that will be online soon, about Bryan’s opinion of our dilution campagne. She’s trying not to think of a lot of things, so I decide to pull her up and get us away from the scene of the crime.

“Come on, little rose. You took me so well, I think you deserve some champagne to celebrate. Plus those little cheese crackers were delicious. We should get a lot more of those.” I help her clean up- just a little- and lead her back out to the party. I can’t keep the smug smile from my face when I spot the guys’ wrinkled noses as we walk by, or when I hear from Emory’s thoughts about the fact that her thighs are soaked. It’s good to be Alpha.