Logan Chapter 90

-Emory-

I feel the insistent tug of Logan’s hand in my hair as he tilts my neck to the side, exposing the already-present mating mark to his attentions. This is definitely different from the other ceremony. Logan pauses, breathing in the moment before making the leap. I’m braced for the pinch of his teeth, but he gives me a gentle kiss right on the mark instead and I relax instinctively. I glance over at him, head bent so close to mine, and see the flash in his eyes. His wolf is in the driver’s seat, for all that Logan is still on two legs. He licks up the side of my neck and nips at my chin. I catch his grin at my shiver of arousal just before he finally sinks his teeth in my neck.

I start to shout my surprise and the anticipation of pain, but I’m shocked when my shout dies on a moan and the arousal that has been simmering in me since the end of the previous ceremony absolutely explodes through me. I close my eyes and try not to sway under the influence of my heart pounding the heady rush of endorphins through every nerve and blood vessel in my body. Logan places sucking kisses up my neck until he bites my earlobe and growls huskily in my ear. “Your move, little mate. Mate me, take me.” His eyes are practically spot lights, blinding me to anyone else as he makes eye contact before using his hold in my hair to shove my mouth against his neck.

I manage a shaky laugh in the face of Logan’s wilder side, and murmur back to him “turnabout is fair play, mate.” He growls at me as I give him precise, sucking, kisses in the shape of a heart just above his jugular. Let Hazel see that on him. He’s mine, now, and this pack is mine, I am his mate and Luna, and nothing can change that. It’s the unexpected possessiveness of these thoughts that drive me to actually woman up and take a hard bite of Logan’s neck, just where it meets his shoulder. We both shiver as it feels like something that has jangled loose inside me my whole life finally clicks into place. This is right. This is where I was meant to be all along.

Something comes over me, and I suddenly need Logan right now. It feels like he’s been playing the edging game again, and if I don’t get what I need I might just die. Logan growls almost continually as he paws at the different layers of tulle in my skirt to reach my underwear. He rips it off of me and throws it to the ground like the very idea of covering my privates is an insult. Meanwhile, I’m frantically tugging at the button in his fly, trying to get to him, too. Some of his urgency cools as his hand coasts up the inside of my thigh and finds it absolutely soaked. “That’s my good girl,” he croons, as he moves one of my hands to hold up the front of my dress. He grabs my ass in both hands and lifts me high enough that I can wrap my legs around his waist.

I have my hand on his cock already, having just gotten his fly undone, and I position him at my entrance just before he lets gravity sink me all the way onto him in one punishing thrust. I can’t help the shocked “Oh!” that escapes me, as he usually gives me a minute to adjust. It’s too urgent, tonight. It’s our first time as fated mates and it’s just too much to handle. I wrap my arms around Logan’s neck and I feel more connected to him than I’ve ever felt.

The moment stretches as I start to feel more than I could have ever imagined. I can feel the pinprick of delicious pain as my nails dig into Logan’s back, I can feel my toes curling in my heels as the heated tingling starts to move from my extremities toward my core. I feel the welcome strain of my- no, Logan’s- biceps to pound into me without breaking my hips or dumping me on the ground. I feel the heat of release coiling around my- no, Logan’s- our- spine and pulling up Logan’s balls close to his shaft. I feel the mind-numbing, earth-shattering, leg-quaking detonation of my - Logan’s - our orgasm while we both shatter into a million glittering pieces and fetch up in a damp, boneless heap on the grass.

It’s long minutes, I think, before I feel like we start to put ourselves back together again. We were so thoroughly shattered, so tangled together, that it feels like I left parts of myself in Logan and vice versa. I can just almost feel his wolf sniffing in the back of my mind, checking out his new territory. His new territory… in my head.