Logan Chapter 91

-Logan-

It’s no wonder Emory always seems to pass out after we have sex. I’ve never experienced a full-body orgasm like that before- I feel like I just ran a marathon and then got high on what would be the best drug on the market. I can still feel muscles in my legs twitching, and my knees wouldn’t be up to the task of standing right now even if my life was on the line. I feel a weird… stretching feeling from my wolf, like he’s pulling at the leash inside me. Usually, that means I need to fight the urge to shift, but that’s not what I’m feeling right now.

It’s not until I hear Emory’s litany of quiet panic that I realize what happened. My wolf is on the walkabout in her head rather than mine. It takes a few slow seconds to look over at Emory so I can work out the best way to calm her down. He’s not a bad wolf, and she knows him well, already. When I finally work up the neck strength to turn my head, I realize that Emory’s mouth isn’t moving. Her face is blank- not quite serene, but a pretty good poker face considering what I’m hearing right now. She’s not speaking out loud. I’m hearing her thoughts.

*What the fuck??* We both think, at the same time, as we make eye contact. “I guess the telepathy thing is real, then.” Emory says, her voice trembling slightly.

*I guess it is*, I think back to her. I’m not sure if she’s hearing everything like I am for her, or if she just hears what I “send” her way.

“Everything, I’m hearing all of it.” For a second, I wonder why she’s answering me out loud, until I see that she’s worried I won’t be able to hear her mental voice over all the worries, plans, and stray thoughts she’s having in the background.

“Is this what your brain is like all the time?” No wonder she has such trouble getting to sleep, I think to myself, but she rolls her eyes because she hears that, too.

“Yes.” She says, shortly, but I hear almost all the time, anyway, in the background. With it comes a flash of the blissful silence she felt when I had her tied up the other night. I can’t stop my grin as I think about my view from that night and she blushes deeper.

*That’s called subspace, little rose. We can’t think about that right now or I’ll start another round and ruin your pretty dress.* She rolls her eyes again but makes a concentrated effort to think about other things.

“I hope Landon got my family out of here fast. I didn’t expect it to come on that strong.” *You undersold the intensity. On purpose?* Her face is a deep red, mortified at the thought of her family witnessing our consummation.

*Not on purpose, it’s hard to explain. Would you have done better? * “I’ll text him and make sure.” The double talk makes communication a little confusing, but I’m having to suppress all the ideas I’m already getting for how to use it in bed. It’ll be useful in situations where we can’t otherwise speak freely, as well. There are a whole wealth of benefits to this new superpower of ours, especially if we find a way to block out the things we don’t want to send all the time. I can already tell it’s going to take a minute to get used to how noisy Emory’s mind is.

Me: Hey, you got the Davises out quick, right? Emory’s worried we gave them a show.

*Ugh, embarrassing. Don’t even put it that way.* She doesn’t even have to read over my shoulder anymore. Handy?

Landon: Yeah, when the fangs came out, they booked it. I think Terri was about to pass out and Bryan looked like he wanted to puke lol. Trust you to bring PDA to a bite fest. Freak.

Me: Don’t knock it till you try it. Thanks for keeping yourself under control. I don’t know how well I would’ve done.

Landon: It was easier than it should’ve been. Idk what’s up with my wolf.

Landon: Did you mind-meld? Are you going to start screeching and hopping like Elliana? Ohh I bet you’re a total crybaby now.

Me: It was true. But I’m still my own person and I can still beat the shit out of you, twerp. Watch yourself.

It’s at this point I realize that Emory hasn’t had any commentary on my conversation with Landon. I investigate in the direction of her mind and realize that she had been meditating to try and find a way for us to have some privacy. She wasn’t successful in building the wall she was thinking about, but she was about ninety seconds from taking a nap right on the grass next to me.

In the quiet between us, I finally start to hear the noises of the forest around me. There are animals roaming the night slightly apart from us- they would’ve been scared off by our presence and by the howling. All of the single wolves have split off on a midnight run long ago, and I hear them distantly running and playing. In this pocket of quiet tranquility, I hear the shutter sound of a camera, followed by a whispered “shit.”

What the fuck?