Logan Chapter 143

-Logan-

I always relish the moment Emory’s breathless arousal slips down into subspace. She’s ready and willing for whatever I want to do, and anything we get up to just makes both of us climax harder. Sometimes, she still fights instinctively, but it’s never with the mindfulness or shame that comes with her higher thinking. In this mindset, she isn’t ashamed or embarrassed of her body. She isn’t worried about stretch marks or cellulite or if something jiggles that shouldn’t in her opinion. Watching her let go and enjoy her sensual nature with me is one of my greatest treasures.

I toss her onto our bed, enjoying the picture she makes as she waits for my next move. I don’t have the patience after chasing her around to do anything elaborate, but I’m resolved to build us both up as much as I can stand to. I lean over and give into the temptation to kiss up and down her sides. She flinches just slightly when I hit ticklish spots, but Emory’s mostly just basking in the attention. It gives me an idea, actually.

“You’re so brave, mate. So strong and beautiful. Say it.”

Emory takes a few long seconds to process what I’m asking of her, but she blinks a couple of times and becomes a little more aware of herself as I pause in my worship of her skin. “I’m brave.” She eventually says, hesitantly.

“And what else?” I gently nip at her right breast, to get her attention. I get an adorable squeak for my efforts

“Oh! Um. I’m strong, and beautiful?” Emory isn’t sure what the new game is, but we know each other well enough now that she’s always willing to play. She knows we both win.

I resume my journey over her body, up to her shoulder and then down her arm. “You’re intelligent and kind. And our pack knows you’ll always do what’s best for them. Right, mate?” I finish by sucking and kissing at her fingertips.

Emory takes a second to moan before she replies. “Right, yes.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Not good enough baby. I need you to say it. Intelligent, kind, the pack knows you’ll always do what’s best for them. Tell me.”

She slams her head back on the pillow a couple of times. “Fine! I am intelligent and kind, and the pack knows I’ll always do what’s best for them. Please, Logan!” Emory arches her back, trying to entice me to pay more attention to more sensitive spots. The way her head tilts, bearing her neck to me, makes me wish that I could paint- or at least had a camera.

I’m feeling the urgency just as much as she is. I can’t finish this little game right now, so I flip her over and give her a couple of hard smacks to the butt. “That’s for rushing me. Get ready, little rose.” I almost drool seeing Emory pull her knees up under herself so she can lift her hips for me, and I slam into her with one thrust.

Being this close to my mate never stops feeling magical. I’m in her body, the very core of her, I’m in her mind, and we’re so intertwined that we might just be one single, elevated being. We move together, in sync, both pushing and rising higher and higher. Emory arches her back for me, hitting a better spot for both of us. We moan in unison, both climbing just that little bit faster.

Emory’s dragging me with her for a shared orgasm, and I know that we’ll both be absolutely shattered afterward. When I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, she writhes beneath me. I know just what to do to take us both over. I lean over and bite her earlobe before I whisper to her. “I’m going to fill you up, little mate. You hear how wet you are for me? We’ll both be dripping out of you when we’re done.”

Emory screams with her full throat and we both explode into a million pieces. I manage to force myself to collapse to Emory’s side rather than suffocating her underneath me, but other than that we pass out where we are. I have no idea how long we’re out before I hear my phone ringing. From the frustrated groans beside me, this is the third or fourth time I’ve gotten a call. With my own groan of frustration, I finally roll over and grab it. Ollie. I text him that I’ll talk to his nosy ass later.

Emory mumbles an interrogative breath, then works up enough wakefulness to actually ask. “Who was it?”

I kiss the side of her head as I pull her into my chest. “Just Ollie. I’ll see what he wants in the morning. Go back to sleep.” She wiggles a little to get comfortable and then sighs. Emory and I sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. I should’ve known better.