Branded by Lust: 4 (Night Seekers) (18 page)

Logan:
What?

Ben:
Come take a look at this. I think I found the
remains of two marmots.

Logan was used to the large ground squirrels that populated
Montana. They were everywhere, creating burrows for themselves. Had the devil
beast stumbled onto one of their little caverns? Had it surprised them before
they could get away?

He loped over to where Ben stood and stared at the mound of
bones and furry skin on the snow.

Logan:
This had to have happened some time ago. When
these little buggers are disturbed or afraid they have a piercing whistle they
use to communicate with each other. We didn’t hear a thing.

Ben:
You can tell the remains have been here awhile.
They’re frozen to the top layer of snow.

Logan scanned the area and lifted his snout to sniff the air
again. He couldn’t catch a whiff of anything strange and nothing caught his
eyes as a place for the creature to hide.

Logan:
Let’s give it another hour then head home. I have
a feeling we’re very close to its hidey-hole.

Ben:
Don’t you think we should keep looking? What if
tomorrow there’s another attack?”

Logan:
Too soon, and it satisfied its immediate hunger.
But I’ve got some ideas of where to search now. Tomorrow night let’s head out
on my snowmobile, get to this point and shift. Then we can check out the area
from here to the top of the triangle. I think we’ll find something.

Ben:
Okay. You know what you’re dealing with here.

Logan:
Let’s get back to my house. We’ll need some sleep.
Tomorrow will be a busy day again.

Rebecca was sitting in the kitchen cradling a mug of hot tea
when Logan opened the door and walked in. Ben was on the porch dressing. Logan
pulled on the jeans and t-shirt he’d taken off before bending down to kiss
Rebecca.

“I’d give you a better welcome home,” she said, eyes
mischievous, “if we didn’t have an audience.”

“Don’t mind me,” Ben chuckled, walking into the kitchen.
“I’m on my way out of here anyway.”

“Let’s touch base in the morning,” Logan suggested. “I’m
going to call the team early and see if Ric’s come up with anything using that
new program. You want in on the video call?”

“I sure do, if you can wait for me to get here.”

“Eight o’clock. I’ll be set up when you get here.”

The moment the front door closed behind Ben, Logan looked up
and tugged Rebecca to her feet.

“It was cold out there tonight.” He brushed his lips against
hers. “I think I need to be warmed up.”

The heat that bloomed in her eyes could have singed his
skin. “I think I know just how to do it too. Come on.”

In the bedroom Rebecca turned on the lamp on the bedside
table, the amber light casting a golden glow on her skin. They undressed each
other slowly, touching and caressing as each new area of skin was exposed. Her
hands were soft on the naked skin of his chest as she traced the ridge of every
muscle. When her nails scraped lightly across his nipples he sucked in a breath
and his shaft thickened.

Exploring the nakedness of her upper body, Logan wondered if
he’d ever get enough of the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his fingers. He
caressed the line of her neck, her shoulders, followed the path to the valley
between her breasts.

He touched his lips to hers but only briefly, sliding them
over her cheek to her jaw, which he traced with soft nips. God, her skin tasted
so sweet. As he touched each little bite with the tip of his tongue he slid his
hands to cup her breasts, molding them with his fingers. Her nipples peaked and
pressed into his palms, hardening like diamonds.

His cock was so hard it was sending him emergency signals.

Now, now, now
, it was shouting.

But he didn’t want to rush this. Wanted to savor every rich
moment. Making love with Rebecca was as close as he ever got to a religious
experience and he was determined not to rush it. His wolf, running on high
octane after the night’s explorations, wanted to take her savagely but thank
god his human brain made him slow down. The woman deserved to be worshipped,
not ravaged. Savored slowly, like a rich dessert or a fine wine.

She threaded her hands through his hair. “I thought I was
supposed to do the warming up.”

“Sugar, you have no idea how much this raises my
temperature. Just hang on and let me pleasure you. Please?”

Her breath caught. “How can I possibly object?”

He lowered his head and took one stiff nipple into his mouth
as his hands found the snap of her jeans. The rasp of the zipper lowering was
the only sound in the room besides their mingled breathing.

Reluctantly tearing his mouth from her breast, he knelt
before her and pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She used her
hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she toed off her boots and kicked
the rest of her clothing away. Her fingers bit into his skin when he found her
clit with the tip of his tongue and teased it gently.

Her moan of pleasure was more arousing than any music he
might have heard and he increased the rhythm, swirling and tormenting,
alternating with tiny nips with his teeth. His hands held her thighs captive,
stretching so his thumbs opened the lips of her pussy and gave him full access
to all that delicious wet pink flesh.

Pressing his nose to her, he inhaled the rich scent before
working his tongue over the lips and her slit. He drank from her, swallowing
her liquid as his tongue explored every inch of her warm pussy. Rebecca rocked
in his grip, her hips swaying back and forth as she pressed herself against his
mouth.

With forced gentleness he rose and lifted her to the bed,
stripping back the covers first. His eyes took in every delicious inch of her
as he toed off his boots and stripped off his jeans, and boxer briefs. Then he
was standing over her, mesmerized by the sight of her. He followed every line
and curve of her body with his hands, bending over her to reach every exquisite
part of her.

Moving to kneel between her legs, he lifted one foot and
traced the delicate arch with his tongue, placing light kisses on the ankle
bone and massaging the inner arch with his thumb. He did that with each foot,
loving the little erotic sounds of pleasure that burst from her with each
touch.

He turned his attention to her inner thighs, licking and
nipping each tender inch and running the tip of his tongue along the crease at
each hip.

“Ohhh,” she whispered when he gripped her clit with his
tongue again and slid two fingers inside her hot, pulsing vagina. She pushed
against his hand, trying to ride his fingers, but he used his other hand to
hold her in place.

“Tonight I’m in control,” he said. “Enjoy this while I enjoy
you.”

“I want to touch you too,” she protested, her voice thick
with passion.

“You will.” He grinned. “When I’m ready for it. For now,
just be prepared for a wild ride.”

He continued to work her clit with his mouth while his
fingers slid in and out of her in a steady rhythm. When he felt the intensity
of the tremors in her inner muscles increase he added a third finger to the
other two, stretching her and curling to touch that sensitive sweet spot.

Rebecca kept uttering those totally delicious sounds, her
hands fisting in the sheet as he drove her body up the slippery slide to an
orgasm. He loved those little noises almost as much as he loved the response of
her body, the tightening of muscles, the rush of her sexual liquid, her thighs
tightening against his head as she tried to push against him.

He lifted his mouth from her cunt and looked up at her
flushed face, those plump lips open, her breath coming in uneven gasps.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Now.”

And just like that her body convulsed and she poured into
his mouth, her inner muscles spasming against his fingers. When she came it was
in a powerful shudder, her thighs gripping his head, hips arching, head thrown
back. He continued to work her clit as tremor after tremor rippled through her.

He kept up the movements of his tongue and fingers until the
last quake ebbed away and her body relaxed, muscles softening. He climbed over
her body and captured her head in his palms, pressing his mouth to hers to
share her taste with her. Her tongue twisted with his as she welcomed the
tart-sweet flavor. He could feel her heart still beating wildly, like that of a
bird in flight. Her hands slipped up from the bed to rest on his shoulders.

Logan only lifted his head when they both needed to catch a
breath.

“That was only the beginning,” he told her, then grinned.
“I’m still warming up.”

With gentle hands he turned her over onto her stomach and
began tracing a line of kisses down her spine. Sliding his hands beneath her,
he found her nipples and pinched and squeezed as he worked his way down to the
curve of her ass. He bit each luscious cheek then soothed the bite with a lap
of his tongue before shifting his body to use his mouth on the insides of her
thighs.

“Logan,” she groaned, opening her legs for him. “What are
you doing to me?”

“Not nearly everything I want to.” He heard the rough edge
of hunger in his own voice. “Don’t move.” He sat back on his heels. “I’ll be
right back.”

He almost never brought women to his home, especially for
sex, so he had to rummage in a drawer for a few minutes until he found what he
wanted. He checked the small tube to make sure it was still good to go before
moving back to the bed between Rebecca’s thighs. He stroked his hands over her
sweet ass, cock throbbing at the thought of what he was about to do.

“I want you to relax,” he told her as he lifted her to her
hands and knees.

Pulling the pillows from the head of the bed, he slid them
beneath her to give her support. Then he spread her thighs as wide as could,
reached down to her still-soaked cunt and scooped some of her liquid onto his
fingers. Using the fingers of one hand to spread her ass cheeks wide, he
dragged it back along the very tender skin and painted it carefully around the
puckered ring of her anus.

“Logan?” She sucked in a breath. “What—”

“Just relax,” he said again. “Has anyone ever taken you here
before?”

She wasn’t a sexual novice, although there was still
something so untouched about her. He felt it whenever they made love. But what
had she done with her other lovers? The wolf inside him roared with
possessiveness and he tensed, waiting for her answer.

“No,” she said at last. “Others—wanted to but there was
never anyone it felt right with.”

Relief surged through his body.

Yes! Mine! Mate!

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He wouldn’t ever force
anything on her, but damn he wanted this. Badly. Talk about heating up.

When she hesitated for a fraction of a section he felt the
disappointment clear through to his toes. Then her soft voice answered him.

“No. Don’t stop. I—want this with
you.
Just
you
!”

“I’ll make sure it gives you pleasure,” he told her. And he
would no matter how long he had to hold back his own climax.

He turned his attention back to the process of arousing her
again, playing with her clit and the entrance to her cunt. But now every time
he traced the line between her puffy lips he rubbed the tip of his finger
against her tight little rear hole. When he felt her relax fractionally he
pushed inside. Just a little. Only a little. But each time a little more.

As he worked her pussy her body responded to him and he felt
her need rising again. Uncapping the small tube he had placed on the bed beside
him, he squeezed a liberal amount onto one finger and spread the cheeks of her
buttocks again.

“Just my finger this time, sugar. Don’t tighten up on me,
okay?”

He inched the finger inside her slowly, his other hand
beneath her again toying with her clit and her labia. At first she tensed but
as he worked his way in, as he continued to arouse her again, she relaxed, even
pushing back against him. When he had the finger all the way in he stopped and
took a deep breath. The thought of his cock in that hot dark place nearly undid
him.

Slow, hotshot. Don’t rush it. Make her want this as much
as you do.

He continued to tease her, sliding his finger out, adding
another and squeezing out more gel. When he pushed two fingers inside she
tightened on him again, but he soothed and coaxed her, bending low enough to
shower kisses on the base of her spine and her gorgeous ass. He was patient,
coaxing and soothing and stirring her senses. By the time he had eased her
tissues enough to take three of his fingers she was pushing her hips back at
him and moaning, a low throaty sound.

He tossed the tube aside and pulled a condom from the
nightstand where he’d taken to keeping a small supply. Rolling on the latex, he
coated it with more gel.
First time’s always the hardest
, he reminded
himself. As close to the edge as he was he knew it wouldn’t take much for him
to go off so he wanted her rear passage ready to take him.

“Take a deep breath,” he told her, “and let it out slowly.”

He gripped her hips and as she inhaled he pressed the head
of his cock against her opening and slowly pushed inside her.

Holy shit!

Nothing he had ever experienced prepared him for the feeling
that swept through him. His blood burned in his veins and every one of his
senses responded to the stimuli. Pure sex didn’t touch what this was. Making
love only came a step closer. This was everything. All he’d ever wanted.
Searched for. It was a total blending of body and soul. A oneness. For the
first time in his life he felt complete.

Mate! Mine!

“Hold on for the ride, sugar,” he rasped and began to rock
against her.