LoganArya receives the glass of wine with unexpected eagerness and takes a huge sip, which surprises me. She then licks her lips in a slow torturous manner. My cock twitches in response. Fuck! "I've ordered already. I hope you don't mind," I tell her while taking a sit."No, that's fine," she says with a gracious nod."It's good to know that you can be amenable," I smirk. "I am not entirely stubborn as you think of me," she leans back in her chair."You called me to prove something to me," she says, focused on the task at hand, but then she takes a large gulp of wine, and her cheeks color. She must be looking for courage. I'll have to watch how much she's drinking because she's driving."I would prefer that we talk about that later after we have something to eat," I respond. She sips again from her glass and then places it on the table. She looks exquisite: her hair falls in soft waves to her breast on one side, and on the other, it's pinned back so it's easier to see her delicate
On my drive back home, I keep cursing myself for leaving, but deep down, I know I am doing the right thing. His scent still lingers on my body and I can still feel his lips on mine. After all that kissing, my lips feel kinda swollen. Damn! That man can kiss!I shake my head to clear the thoughts off. I keep my eyes straight on the route toward home. I wouldn't want to ruin this lovely car my brother gifted me upon my initiation."Why the hell are you back here?" Penny questions me with her hands on her hips. She looks totally disappointed. "What happened?" "What a warm welcome," I murmur, throwing my purse on my bed. "What are you still doing here?" "I wanted to sleep over so that I will be here when you come back tomorrow with a juicy story for me," she responds. I roll my eyes at her."For all I know, it is not yet tomorrow. What happened?" she is really impatient. "We had dinner together, like any other normal date. Then I said goodbye to him and left," I respond, removing my he
LoganI throw the phone on the bed and take my hands through my hair. Christ! What's happening to me? I don't understand myself. I don't even know what I am doing anymore. Having such a mate, I think, is some punishment from the moon goddess. I can't plead guilty because I know I am a sinner. I know that I have options, that I can reject her, and like Arya said, maybe I could get another chance at a new mate. Someone who will want me and is willing to adjust to who I am. I know that very well, but I can't risk losing Arya. I have waited for too long a time to lose her when I have just got her. She may scream about how much she hates me but she doesn't protest when I touch her, and she doesn't stop me when I claim her mouth, because she wants me even though she denies it. I know it when her body gives her away when her breathing becomes erratic and when all the smell I can capture is her arousal screaming that I claim her.I decide not to take her attitude seriously and walk into the
LoganTHE BAR IS CROWDED, full of youngsters determined to have a good time. There's some indie crap thumping over the sound system and the dance floor is crowded with heaving bodies.It makes me feel old.She's here somewhere.Jade has followed me in through the front door. "Do you see her?" he shouts over the noise. Scanning the room, I spot her friend. She's with a group of friends, all of them men, sitting in a booth. There's no sign of Arya, but the table is littered with shot glasses and tumblers of beer."Penelope," I say by way of greeting, and she interrupts me before I can ask her Arya's whereabouts."Logan," she shouts above the noise. The three guys at the table regard Jade and me with hostile wariness."Where is Arya?""Oh, she woke up and went outside for some fresh air. And who's this?" She smiles rather too brightly at jade, interrupting me again. What an exasperating woman. She is definitely drunk beyond her senses."This is my driver, Jade. Where's Arya?"Her smile b
AryaIt's very quiet. The light is muted. I am comfortable and warm, in this bed. Hmm... I open my eyes, and for a moment, I'm tranquil and serene, enjoying the strange unfamiliar surroundings. I have no idea where I am. The headboard behind me is in the shape of a massive sun. The room is large and airy and plushly furnished in browns and golds and beige. I have never seen it before. My befuddled brain struggles through its recent visual memories. Holy crap. How did I get here?nFractured memories of the previous night come slowly back to haunt me. The drinking, oh no the drinking, the vomiting, oh no the vomiting. Logan. I cringe inwardly. I don't remember coming here.I'm wearing my t-shirt, bra, and panties. No socks. No jeans. Holy shit.I glance at the bedside table. On it is a glass of orange juice and two tablets. Advil.Control freak that he is, he thinks of everything. I sit up and take the tablets. Actually, I don't feel that bad, probably much better than I deserve. The o
Logan I woke up feeling strange today. I have never slept throughout the entire night, but I managed to, with Arya in my arms. This is uncharted territory for me. It's scary, not because I have never let a woman sleep in my bed but because she makes me want to tie her onto it so that she never leaves. I could take my time exploring every inch of her body and slowly, I can get to explore all her pleasures and fears. I could mark her, make her the luna of Blacktooth Guardians, get her heavy with my hair, and then life would become Heaven. I am still agitated by how reckless she is about her safety. Anything could have happened last night if Penny had not called me. Why did she call me? She could have called her brother or someone else. Why me? The table has already been prepared for breakfast and I am debating on whether I should go upstairs and get her. She comes down the stairs looking fresh and gorgeous. My breath catches in my throat. Her beauty is breathtaking, and it is as if s
Arya I walk into the humongous walk-in closet and all I can see is a blend of grey, white and black. There are just a few browns and blues. Everything is organized in sections; shirts, slacks, and coats. Then I find belts, shoes, and ties. Whoa! It's like a mini clothes shop! Maybe it took him a whole lot of decades to collect all these? When does he ever wear them? Doesn't he ever find it hard to choose, because they are almost the same color and style? I go deeper inside, forgetting what brought me here. It is like I am trapped in here with his scent all around me. Then I land on a laundry basket where he put the sweats he was working out in. Unconsciously, I lean down and pick up the t-shirt, and bring it to my nose. I draw in a breath, filling my nostrils with his scent, mixed with his sweat, it is a heady mixture. It makes me high. It is my cocaine! I stay like this for a long time, doing nothing but getting drunk with this scent and horny at the same time. I hear breathing
Logan "I'm leaving," she looks resolved. "Is it about the call?" I ask. "No, I was planning to leave even before that," she responds. "What's the rush? It's a weekend. Why don't you spend some time here, at your home? I wanted to give you a tour around the territory, as the Luna of Blacktooth Guardians pack, there are some things you should know," I tell her. "I am not the luna of Blacktooth Guardian's_" "_yet," I add in correction. "But you already are by virtue of being my mate. Initiation and other rituals, are just a formality." She sighs heavily, but does not object. "I have to go. Eric might start to worry," she says. "Why don't you call him and tell him where you are?" "What am I supposed to say? That, sorry brother, I couldn't come home last night because I was at Alpha Logan's place. Oh, and don't worry I am safe." "That could work," I tell her. "It will probably shock the life out of him." "Not unless you tell him the truth that I am your mate. There is nothing wr