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Logan cracked opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was not in his room. Why not? He blinked. The fuzziness of sleep slowly cleared away. The voices and people arguing were what woke him. He looked around. He was in the guest room Sheila had used before...
The fire... The kidnapping of his mate...Sheila! Where was she?! The place next to him was empty, but the faintest scent lingered, assuring him she had been there with him.
The toilet flushed. Ah! She was in the bathroom. The shower turned on.
The commotion outside the door gritted on his nerves. Logan got out of bed, rubbing his palms over his face. His head felt heavy, like he had drunk all night and was having the mother of all hangovers.
“I don’t care!”
The roar from the hallway made Logan wince. Why were his senses so heightened? Yes, he had the hearing of a cat, but he usually tuned out the extra noise if it was of no interest to him or his beast. Now? His hearing was wide open, picking up the murmur of the people talking outside in the yard.
Logan stumbled to the door. His balance was off, too. What the hell? Reaching the entrance, he gripped the doorknob and ripped the door open. The crack of the wood coming off the hinges startled him and the people arguing in the hallway.
His enforcers, Aedan and Adam, looked at him with wide eyes and took a step back. John Black scowled at him.
“Uh, boss?”
The twins looked confused.
“What is wrong with you?” John growled.
Logan frowned. What were they talking about? He had no problem. Well, he did, but-
“Why are you screaming outside my door? I had a long night and I’m trying to sleep.” He turned to John. “And why are you here?”
“Boss?”
It was Aedan taking the lead.
“You and Sheila have been sleeping for two days. We got worried, so we called John.”
Two days?! What the hell?! Logan heard the shower turn off. He scowled.
“Well, we’re awake now, so you can leave.”
“I don’t think so, boy. I want to see my daughter.”
John’s dominance gritted on Logan’s raw nerves. But he was her father. He had the right to see her. If she wanted to, that was.
“I’ll go talk to her, then we’ll see. Go get some coffee or something. We’ll be out... sometime today,” he mumbled as he turned and tried to close the broken door. Logan frowned. What was with his strength? Where had his control gone?
Sheila came out of the bathroom gloriously naked. They both froze in place. Logan stared at the milky white skin that was patched with scrapes and bruises. They hurt his woman. Again.
“At this rate, I’m going to lock her in a patted cell.” The thought was one with which his beast agreed.
“Hi,” Logan whispered.
“Hi.”
Sheila smiled a shy smile and fidgeted in place. He swallowed hard. The faint blush spread all over her body. She looked so fragile and innocent. He walked to her. She didn’t retreat but bit her lip, showing him she was nervous. He was too.
Logan took her hand and pulled her gently toward him. When she didn’t protest, he gathered her to his chest. Skin to skin. Her perfectly round breasts pressed into his feverish skin and her taut nipples felt like tiny daggers. His shorts were the only barrier between them. Logan groaned.
“Sheila.” Her name was a whisper against her lips. She lifted her face to his in invitation. Logan pressed his lips to hers in the gentlest kiss he had ever offered. He traced her lips with his tongue, then caressed his lips against hers.
Sheila opened for him. Her tongue touched his, and they both groaned. Her mouth moved eagerly against his, mimicking his movements and driving him crazy. Logan knew he would never get enough of her kisses. She was addicting.
Sheila buried her hands in his hair, deepening the kiss. He allowed her to take control for a few minutes, then he drew away. His senses and self-control couldn’t take the erotic torture. Sheila mewled in protest and fought to draw his mouth to hers again.
“Baby, enough, or I’ll do something you’re not ready for.”
“I’m ready, I promise.”
Her acceptance almost broke his will. His dick was iron hard, threatening to break the fabric of his shorts. Logan took a deep breath of air, pressing his forehead to Sheila’s. Both of them panted. The fire they sparked was about to burn them to a crisp.
“Your father is here.”
“I know.”
“Do you want to see him?”
“Yeah.”
Sheila embraced his waist, resting her face between his pecs. Logan let out a sigh of contentment and felt the strange energy that rode him since he woke, settle. His mind cleared, and he felt like himself again; centered.
“Come on. Let’s get dressed. The others are waiting. Maybe your father can shine some light over a few things.”
Sheila looked up at him, piercing his soul with her emerald eyes.
“And I’m sure he wants to know what happened. You didn’t have time to talk to your Rangers, either.”
Logan caressed the raven hair away from her face, leaned in, and pressed a gentle kiss on her lush lips. Then he pulled away and walked into the walk-in closet. He was sure all his clothes stank of smoke. He searched for pants and shirts to fit his size.
Sheila came in behind him, a confidence to her that was not there when she came out of the shower. They jumped another stone in their building relationship.
“I cannot believe we slept for two days! How come we didn’t pee in the bed? Or died of starvation?”
Logan started the conversation to prevent any awkwardness between them. He wanted his mate to feel secure he would not laugh at her inexperience. Or think he found her lacking in any way. He knew she was going to grow into her womanhood with confidence. He will be there to support her and lift her whenever she will feel unsure. That will cement their bond in eternity. That was the bond his mother had had with his father, and he wanted it.
Sheila’s light chuckle made him grin.
“I don’t know about the peeing. Maybe your Beta held a cup for us. I know a person can survive for about three days without water and approximately three weeks without food. Now, neither of us is in the starvation phase.”
Logan shuddered, glaring over his shoulder at her.
“Don’t even suggest that. A cup?”
Sheila smiled at him with mischief in her shimmering eyes.
“Well, you never know.”
Logan saw her wince slightly when she pulled the pants over the large bruise on her thigh. A blue t-shirt mostly covered the cuts from the shattered glass. He nodded toward her ass.
“Do you want to go see Karla about that bruise? Maybe something broke.”
“I will not be in that woman’s presence without you. I might kill her.”
Logan pursed his lips, but nodded in understanding. He pulled on the black pants he found and the gray t-shirt. Unlike other people, he didn’t do socks. He rarely wore shoes, too. He liked to feel the earth under his feet.
It grounded him and connected him to the Mother. Sometimes he could swear he felt her energy rush through him. It was something that none of his pride ever experienced. Maybe it was an Alpha thing.
He walked to his mate, cupping her jaw. Sheila looked at him with a heat he felt to his bones. Logan ignored the attraction. It wasn’t the time.
“And the head? How’s the head?”
“It’s not pounding. I expected it to hurt for a while. Or at least to have a concussion. They hit me pretty hard. But... nothing. I have the wound and it hurts a bit, but that’s it.”
Logan considered her words and his disoriented state that morning.
“I was pretty out of it when I woke. Maybe the bond is strengthening, and it attenuated some of your pain.”
Sheila stilled under his hands. Her smile disappeared.
“What?”
“Aren’t you worried the bond is growing stronger?”
He frowned. “No. Why would I be?”
Sheila bit her lip. “Because if it’s strong enough, you won’t be able to let me go.”
Logan and his tiger both froze. “Are you planning on leaving?” He thought she was getting comfortable with him and his pride despite the unfortunate situations. But after being attacked by his healer and almost being kidnapped from his lands, she might not have the security that he could protect her.
“No, but you might not want me here for long. I seem to bring trouble wherever I go.”
Logan’s chest lost the stone that had settled there just moments ago. He gripped her chin, looking into her eyes as he spoke.
“Sheila, you don’t bring trouble. Trouble was here before you arrived. You brought safety for my sister, peace of mind for my mother, and you brought me my mate. All good things.”
Tear filled her eyes, and Logan kissed her. She responded eagerly, arching her body towards his; inviting him to touch. Logan accepted the invitation. He caressed her body, careful not to aggravate her hurts. He and his beast reveled in the feel and scent of their female.
“Can you feel the pull?” Logan asked between the little kisses he was applying on her neck.
“Yes.”
Her whimper of pleasure made his erection jerk. He was so hard he could hammer nails with his dick. If he didn’t bury deep in his mate soon, Logan was sure his balls would fall off.
“Goddess! I want you, Sheila.” As he spoke, Logan pressed his hips against her, showing her it wasn’t a lie. Her hands traveled over his chest; lower, lower, reaching the waist oh his unbuttoned pants.
“Sheila, baby, what-”
Logan’s mind skipped. Sheila’s hand slid inside his pants, gripping him in her soft hand.
“Oh, fuck.” Logan trembled, locking his knees to keep from falling.
*
Sheila couldn’t believe she was so bold! Logan wanted her to wait, but her body was on fire for him.
“Bond mate.” Those two words echoed in her head. The moment she gripped his shaft, she felt his entire body stiffen, then trembled. Growling, he grabbed her by the back of the neck, fusing their mouths together. Logan kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
She adored their kisses.
Sheila moved her hand up and down, stroking Logan’s shaft the way she saw him do it.
“Harder, Sheila. It won’t break. Squeeze me, baby. Move faster.”
She listened to his instructions.
“Ah, fuck!”
The shout filled the dressing room. Logan’s wild purr encouraged hers. Shivers ran down Sheila’s spine from their combined vibration. She tightened her grip she had on his shaft.
“Gods!”
She squeaked when Logan pulled her hand out of his pants, picked her up and exited the dressing room, heading for the bed. With care not to drop her, he laid her on her back. Her ass was at the edge of the bed. In one move, Logan had her pants unbuttoned and off of her. She chuckled when he threw them away to the other side of the room.
Then, her laughter disappeared; replaced by a gasp of pleasure as he kneeled between her legs and licked her core from the entrance to the tiny nub of nerves.
“Logan, what are you doing?” Gasping in shock and pleasure, Sheila could barely speak. Sensations spread through her - need, heat, lust. She’d heard of this act, but she never understood the intimacy of it. To have her mate’s mouth licking and sucking her private parts was... was... Logan sucked her nub, using the tip of his tongue to stroke it; kiss it.
“Oh!” Sheila pushed her hips upward. Her hands found their way in his hair, gripping and pulling, silently directing him. She settled her legs over his strong shoulders. Logan groaned. He lapped at her entrance, tasting the cream of her body.
In other circumstances, Sheila would have been embarrassed. But this was her mate, and he was giving her a pleasure so great that nothing mattered but him and her together.
Then Logan stroked a hand between her wet folds. Sheila almost jumped off the bed. “Logan, please,” she begged shamelessly. His finger penetrated her core while his mouth sucked hard on her clitoris.
“Oh, Gods! Yes!” Sheila cried out in pleasure. The finger penetrated her over and over; in and out, in and out, making her pleasure grow like an inflating ball inside her.
“More... please... more... oh...yes... more... please.” Babbling, she was actually whimpering and begging him in a stream of broken words. She needed more. More of his lips, more of his incredible touch; just more of him.
Sheila’s eyes filled with tears when he released her nub. Had she done something wrong? Was he going to leave her burning for him?
“Do you like that?”
Sheila nodded, a sob breaking from her chest. “Yes, I like it,” she whimpered. His finger was still inside her, rotating to stroke her inner walls. What was-?
“Do you want more? Do you want me to make you release?”
“Yes, please,” she cried.
“Okay, baby. I will make you come. I’ll always make you come, my mate.”
Logan pushed two fingers inside her, scissoring them to stretch her channel. Sheila could barely breathe. Anticipation gripped her chest. Her mate pushed his fingers inside her core, fucking her slow and deep.
Sheila’s brain sparked with lightning, misfiring. Her mind catalogued the sensations he lit up inside her body. Logan’s free hand reached beneath her t-shirt. He cupped her breast, stroking the sensitized skin and squeezing the tight nipple.
“Oh, yes,” Sheila moaned, pushing her chest harder into his caress. She was arching on the bed, eyes shut, riding the incredible sensations vibrating through her body. Her pelvis moved against his hand, feeling his fingers slide in and out with every stroke. The attention Logan gave to the three nerve-bundles points, her nipple, the clitoris, and her core, created the perfect combination for the most powerful orgasm of Sheila’s life.
“Oh, Gods! Logan!” Sheila screamed as she came all over his hand, her body bowing off the bed. Hot white pleasure exploded inside her, making her see stars and her ears to ring.
When she came back to herself, Sheila opened her sleepy eyes. Logan was still between her legs. He was placing small kisses on the inside of her thighs; first the right leg, then the left. A slight movement at her core made her realize he had his fingers still buried deep inside her body. Sheila trembled. Was he going to...?
“You are so beautiful when you come.”
Sheila blushed. Slowly, Logan pulled his fingers out of her core. Still excited, her nerve endings sparked to life, causing ripples of ecstasy to spread from her pussy. A moan escaped her. She heard Logan chuckle.
“Sensitive?”
“Very,” she whispered.
Logan rose from between her legs. Sheila watched his glorious body tighten with need. His eyes burned into her with lust, and his cock strained beneath the fabric of underwear and pants.
She watched as, with slow movements, he pushed down the coverings, releasing his male parts. Her eyes lingered on his pelvis. His shaft twitched. Her fingers jerked in response. She wanted to touch him, to feel him in her hand, to pump him like he had done before.
The tight sac at the base of the shaft looked painful. How would it feel if she ran her tongue over it? Would it fit in her mouth if she sucked him whole? Or would she have to suck each testicle independently? Would Logan enjoy the act?
“Sheila.”
Her growled name made her look up into his eyes.
“Do you want to touch?”
“I want to suck,” she whispered.
Eyes flaring with lust, he reached for her. “Then come here.”
She took it and in a second she was face to... head, with his dick. With her sitting and him standing, she had the perfect height to...
Sheila gripped his shaft in her fist.
“Oh, fuck, Sheila. That feels so good. Stroke it, baby.”
Her hand moved up and down on him, revealing the bulging tip every time the foreskin slid to the base of the shaft. The bulbus tip glistened with his arousal. Sheila’s nostrils flared. Her cat’s enhanced sense of smell kicked in and his arousal invaded her nose. She swayed. The musky scent was intoxicating. She didn’t even realize that she was purring. Logan’s loud rumble made her look up. Their eyes clashed.
Sheila leaned in, inhaling deeply, and didn’t lower her gaze from his. The lust she saw on his face stoked the embers in her belly. With her free hand, she cupped Logan’s tight sac. The globes inside were firm.
Logan hissed; his emerging fangs showing. Even his eyes changed color from the light blue of his human form to the icy-blue of the beast’s. Sweat dripped down his temples and his chest rose and fell fast. He panting like there was no air in the room.
“Faster.”
Sheila obeyed. The half-shift caused by the extreme arousal affected his speech and the word came out as a long growl. She played with the hand cupping the ball sac, rotating the globes inside while she tried to keep a rhythm pumping his shaft. Logan closed his hand over hers, tightening the grip. His hips moved wildly, enhancing the friction.
A bead of liquid exited the slit at the tip, and Logan’s male scent thickened in the surrounding air. Sheila saw the drop slid down his shaft. She mewled like a kitten. Unable to restrain herself, she leaned in and licked away the trail the bead left behind.
“Oh, fuck!”
The taste exploded on her tongue. She didn’t hear Logan’s shout of pleasure. She only knew that she was thirsty. Sheila was dying for his taste.
Guided by something she had never experienced before, she wrapped her lips around the tip, lapping the salty-sweet juice he was releasing.
“Fuck!”
Logan’s shout echoed through the room. Sheila looked up at her mate. He had his head thrown back in pleasure. His body was twitching and his hands gripped her hair, keeping the tip of his cock in her mouth. Sheila moaned around the tip of his dick and lapped at the tiny slit. His cock spilled jet after jet of cum on her tongue.
After an eternity, or maybe just a few minutes, Logan sagged, swaying on his feet in front of her. The shaft softened in her hand and his tight ball sac relaxed. Sheila released the tip of his cock, caressing her lips over the soft head as she retreated. She pressed a kiss to the tip before she looked up at her mate with a small smile. Logan watched her with half-lidded eyes. With his thumb, he wiped away the bit of cum from her lips.
“Do you want me to get you a towel so you can spit in it?”
His voice was husky. Sheila searched his eyes for any offense. Would he be upset if she didn’t swallow his cum? Would he think less of her? The liquid still filled her mouth, infusing into her taste buds. She shook her head.
Looking into his eyes, she swallowed visibly. Logan groaned, still caressing her lips. The taste and scent of him filled her from the inside out. Sheila let out a long, satisfied sound, licking her lips.
“Gods, help me.”
His whispered plea drifted in the Ether. Logan fisted the back of her neck, leaned in, and kissed her senseless. Sheila gripped his forearm, eagerly accepting his touch and his dominance display.
The scent of her cream still lingered on Logan’s lips. It mixed with his, creating the perfect cologne for them. It was an arousing scent that only they would ever share.
Logan was the one breaking the kiss.
“Sheila, we need to go. The others are waiting.”
“I don’t want to.” She sounded like a pouting child.
Logan chuckled. “I don’t want to, either. But we have to.”
“Fine,” she grumbled. Sheila pulled him in for a gentled kiss, then let out a long sigh of despair and pulled back. “Let’s go deal with the real life.”
Her body still vibrated with ecstasy and the scent of lust and cum permeated the room, promising more pleasure. But Logan was right. They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.