Logan Chapter 118

-Logan-

I don’t always mean to underscore every discussion with physical intimacy, but something about Emory looking contrite after I take control just gets to me. I love the feeling it gives me to watch her submit. I might have to have a conversation with James about it, though he doesn’t seem to care too much about putting labels on everything. I can imagine him saying something along the lines of how we don’t need a word for anything if we both understand what we like together and as individuals.

With Emory on her knees in front of me, I find myself reinforcing my dominance over her and teaching her yet another lesson. The thing is, she teaches me lessons, too. She just manages to do it without me realizing that was her intention. I just watch her and learn things. I guess her mind is too full of thoughts buzzing like a swarm of bees to notice how comfortable I am in my body and reputation, how she has every right to be just as comfortable and more. She notices- sometimes- how I look at her, but it hasn’t sank in for her yet that it’s because she’s so fucking attractive that she drives me to distraction. She keeps making subconscious excuses for my unwavering attraction to her. She thinks sometimes that it’s the mate bond, or that she smells particularly nice that day, or that something in her pheromones attracts me to her.

While all of those things might be partially true, it’s much more about her looks and personality than anything else. Of course in the beginning, before I got to know her, it was mostly her looks. I look at the gorgeous red hair, woven through my fist, marveling at the contrast to my skin color and how it seems to shine like copper in the light of our bedroom. I look at the movement of her breasts under her shirt, how her nipples show even through her bra because she’s so affected by me that there’s no hiding it. I think about that gorgeous fucking ass that I can’t even see right now, but that I’m itching to get a handful of, and it only takes me closer to the edge. I see the flush on Emory’s face as I work her over me, and it makes me think of her sweet blushes any time I compliment her. I think of her sense of humor, her drive to make the pack better even though leadership was never her aim. I remember the way she was with her family and with the pups in the pack. She’ll make a great mother someday.

I ponder all these things while her mouth is too full to refute them. I almost force her to listen to my thoughts about her and see the truth of them. I keep her too busy to argue, but suddenly I’m feeling more sentimental. I don’t want to shove my cock down her throat while I’m thinking about how much I love her. I want to make love to my sweet mate when I think of how lovely she is. It’s hard to fuck when I’m feeling gentle, so I pull out of her mouth and kneel on her level.

She’s panting, lips swollen and red, when I let go of her hair and cup her face in both hands. “Do you understand, my rose? You are gorgeous and soft, and subtly powerful. Never be embarrassed of what we have. Everyone else should be jealous and thank us for the lessons. Never dirty our relationship with shame.”

One tear falls from her eye, and I wipe it away as she answers me. “I understand. It’s hard to shift the story I’ve been told so long. It still echoes in my head. I don’t know why I never saw what was happening to me.” Her bottom lip trembles with the emotion of her admission, with her fear that she’ll be fighting the insecurities planted in her for years to come.

Hurting for her, I rest my forehead against hers. “We’ll talk about it as much as you need to. I’ll tell you anytime how much I love you, mate.” We sit there quietly for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Emory pulls away from me. “I… love you too. Even if I don’t deserve you. Can you hold me?”

My heart aches. “Of course I can hold you. Come here.” We work together to get us both naked, and I pull her to the bed into my arms. I spend the rest of the evening worshiping her body while I talk about her mind. I show her how much I love her while I tell her why. It’s honestly healing for the both of us. We both need this.

She arches underneath me, already tired of my teasing. “Logan, please, I need to come!”

I kiss across her collar bones, hiding my smile against her skin. “Always rushing me! I do love how eager you are for me, how responsive.” I blow a breath across her nipple just to watch it furl tighter, and the goosebumps that raise across her chest are an added bonus.

She gives me the cutest little growl as she pulls at my hair. “Logan, now!” She’s not very impressed when I laugh at her, so I kiss her as I finally slide into her.