Authors: Christine Warren
Christine Warren
his eyes yet again when he finally got fed up and flipped her over onto her stomach where it would be harder for her to reach his vital areas. He covered her from behind, weighing her down, but it still didn’t deter her. She began to buck like a Brahma bull at a rodeo, nearly unseating him twice.
The third time she did manage it. She bucked and twisted so hard and fast that Logan lost his balance and fell, tumbling off to the side of her. Luckily he managed to keep his hold on her arm or she’d have been part of the ether before he could so much as sneeze. Still, she writhed like a snake and managed to get to her hands and knees and crawl for the cabin before he fell on her again.
She’d gotten as far as the second step when he took her down, draping himself over her back like a blanket and pressing her stomach against the rough, wooden boards of the steps. She growled something obscene and tried to claw her way out from under him, but he held firm. He could smell the sharp, spicy sting of her arousal perfuming the air around them and inhaled deeply. For all that she pretended, Honor felt the attraction between them as deeply as he did.
He knew that if he reached between her legs just then, he would find her warm and wet and dripping with the honey that he had drawn from her. The idea made his mouth water, and he licked his lips.
“You ran away from me this morning, Honor love. I don’t think I’m going to let you get away again. This is too important to let that happen.” He leaned down and let his tongue tease the shell of her ear. “You smell much too good to let that happen.”
“Not…your…decision…bastard.” She panted the words out, as if she had trouble drawing breath, but considering he had her pinned beneath his considerable bulk, anything was possible. “Let. Go.” He shook his head and nuzzled through the thick curls of her hair to get to the skin beneath. He drew her in, savoring that spicy fragrance and ignoring what it did to his self-control. Who needed self-control?
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With that in mind, he shifted his weight slightly and slipped his free hand beneath her body to the spot where her T-shirt had ridden up to expose the soft skin of her belly. He felt her flinch when he touched her, heard her gasp when his finger circled her navel before dipping inside. Her hips bucked against him, but this time it had more to do with reaction than with any attempt to get him off of her. Things were looking up, but that still didn’t mean he had any intention of testing that by letting her go just yet.
He caught her hands in his and drew them up over her head, so she stretched out underneath him like a picnic blanket, and pinned them there. The position made her T-shirt draw up even further and Logan rumbled his approval at the extra inches of bare skin it exposed. She felt smooth and soft and hot to his touch, and in the cool winter air, he bet anyone looking at them from a distance would see steam coming off them in waves. Of course, it wouldn’t have stopped him if the entire Lupine population of North America had been watching. This woman was his mate, and he intended to have her. Now.
When he unfastened her jeans, she gave a growl of protest, but when his hand slid between her legs to her dripping core, all she could do was moan. His fingers parted her slick folds and stroked delicately, searching for every nuance of her reaction, the tightening of muscles, the faint trembling, the quiet hitch in her breathing. Sometimes those acute Lupine senses came in very handy indeed.
“Hands. Off.” She growled the threat, but the words lacked a certain authority.
Logan’s fingers slid a fraction deeper and teased small circles around her opening, drawing even more moisture from her body. Damn, but she was responsive. It made his mouth water almost as much as her scent did. “Somehow I’m not convinced that’s what you really want, honey.” He leaned forward and nipped at her earlobe, savoring her small intake of breath. “Are you sure you don’t want something more like this?”
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His hand shifted and two long fingers slid inside her, filling and stretching her eager body. She felt tight and hot and incredible around his fingers and he moaned, nearly drowning out the soft sound of her cries. He could imagine few things more perfect in this world than the feel of her slick pussy closing around his cock and milking him to completion. And if he didn’t get his mind off that memory right now, he’d complete right there in his jeans.
Quickly withdrawing his hand from between her legs, he used it to shove her jeans down until they tangled around her ankles. She growled a protest, but his urgency drove him, and he didn’t bother to pause to let her kick them off.
Instead, he ripped her burgundy satin panties into shreds, not even taking time to appreciate the smooth, silky feel of the material or the contrast of the rich color against her fair skin. All he cared about was getting inside her, and the panties stood in his way, so they had to be destroyed. It was that simple.
Logan threw away the scraps of fabric and reached for his own jeans, racing to get them out of the way before he died of a critical build-up of sperm. The top button defied him, refusing to slip from its hole, and he snarled in frustration. He released her hands so he could use both to tackle the issue, but the second she shifted and braced them beneath her as if to push herself up and drag herself away from him, his hands slammed back over hers and he growled, a low, dark warning.
Honor growled right back. Shifting her weight, she braced her hands on one stair and her knees on another. The jeans still around her ankles and lower legs forced her to keep her legs together, but it made no difference. Pushing herself into place, she dropped to her elbows in front and thrust her bottom out behind her, raising her hips and curving her back until her pussy presented itself to him like an offering.
Logan froze in place. He recognized the mating stance for what it was, but he hadn’t been expecting it. For all the lust he could smell on her skin, he’d thought 78
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Honor meant to play the reluctant mate to the bitter end, and now here she was, presenting herself to him like a lusciously unwrapped birthday gift. For a few seconds all he could do was stare. Then she reached back and drew her hair forward over her shoulder and out of the way, turning to look back at him. She invited him with a look, and when she raised an eyebrow and canted her hips a fraction higher, he gave in to his instincts and covered her.
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Honor fought fiercely, but in the end she was overpowered. Not by Logan, but by her own fierce desire. She needed to feel him inside her again and damn the consequences. She had done enough fighting her instincts lately, enough self-denial, enough of what was good for the pack instead of what was good for her, and she was done. This time, this one time, she would take what she needed and damn the consequences.
If she was lucky, maybe he’d fuck her to death and there wouldn’t be any consequences.
By the time she decided this, though, and made him a clear offer, it was evident he barely remembered what to do with her. How quickly they forget.
Drawing her hair over her shoulder, she put a little wriggle in her hips and looked back at him with one brow raised as if to ask how much clearer she had to make it.
Not much.
He fell on her like a starving man on a feast table, with the same greed and the same touch of fear that the bounty before him was only an illusion and would fade away if he hesitated even a moment.
She heard his rough growl of hunger and approval, then felt his large hands gripping her hips, holding her in place while he positioned his cock at the mouth of her cunt. She felt him savoring that moment of quivering anticipation before sliding home with one deep, forceful thrust.
Honor threw her head back and screamed. He drove into her, the momentum of his body carrying him hard and high in side her. He parted her body and made a place for himself in her heat. Her internal muscles quaked and 80
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shivered and protested, but in the end they softened, letting him force his way inside. He repaid the kindness by stroking every nerve ending with the flared head and thick shaft of his cock. He reached deep inside her, to the heart of her and paused there before drawing back for another assault.
She whimpered and dropped her head to the cold, wooden step. The sensations threatened to overwhelm her, so intense she could barely draw breath. The denim around her ankles forced her to keep her legs pressed together, and that made her pussy tighter, forcing it to clamp down hard around him and milk him from the very first. She wondered what it felt like to Logan, if it could possibly feel as amazing to him as it did to her. Her entire body seemed on fire, shaking and twisting like a flame as he rode her hard there on the steps to her father’s office.
She felt his fingers bite deeply into her hips, then he shifted, falling forward on top of her, his chest pressed tightly against her back, his hands coming down to pin hers to the rough wood. His hips continued to thrust against hers, his cock working a hard, regular rhythm inside her. She shivered wildly and the tremor passed from her flesh to his, making him growl softly right into her ear.
“More.” His voice touched her like another hand, and abruptly Honor found that she wanted to give him more.
Dropping her chest to the steps, she drew her knees in until the tops of her thighs were digging into the front of one of the stairs and lifted her hips higher.
The change in position shifted his cock inside her, sliding him a fraction deeper when she’d thought already that he filled her to overflowing. Now she could feel him so deeply, she thought her heart might explode.
Logan rumbled his approval and increased the speed and force of his thrusts.
In her position, Honor had given up all of her leverage and now all she could do was kneel before her mate and take him, however hard and fast and deep he wanted to go. The knowledge of her position sent another shiver through her—
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one of delight—and she could have laughed at how positively un-alpha she was in this moment. She couldn’t have cared less. She’d have cheerfully agreed to be omega at that point if it meant this man would never stop fucking her.
Whimpering with the impact of his thrusts, wanting to give him everything he needed, Honor reached up behind her, hesitated a moment, then swept her hair to the side and pulled it taut, exposing her back and the nape of her neck to the Silverback beta. She felt him freeze, hesitating as he stayed buried deep inside her. Then her ears rang with his roar as he nudged ever deeper into her pussy and claimed the right she had given him. His teeth sank deep into the tender exposed nape of her neck, definitely deep enough to leave a mark. That was the point. Honor had given this man permission to mark her as his mate, and she would deal with the consequences later. Right now, she operated on pure instinct, and her instincts told her she would never do anything more right than she did at this moment.
She felt the breaking of her skin, the warm, slow trickle of blood from the wound, and it made her pussy clench around him. His cock leapt inside her, as excited as he was by the dark eroticism of the moment. She felt the tightly coiled tension inside her begin to break, and all she could do was brace herself for the wave.
It nearly dragged her under; the force of it caught her so strongly. She threw back her head and howled to the skies as she came and came and came beneath him. The climax seemed endless and painfully intense, shaking the foundations of her world. She felt him tense and explode as well, pulled along not by the force of her pleasure, but by the sweetly tight contractions of her body around his cock. He echoed her howl, the sound muffled against her neck, and poured himself into her body, quivering in ecstasy.
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even his cock buried in her hadn’t been able to accomplish. As the tension of arousal and climax began to fade, they remained locked together, shivering with the faint ripples of aftershock. She bowed her head, feeling with acute awareness that faint trickle of blood against her skin, and she shivered again. This was joining, in the truest Lupine sense of the word. Logan had become her mate, and she had become his.
And what the hell was she supposed to do now?
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She still hadn’t figured it out an hour later, when they were separated, cleaned and clothed and sitting in her father’s office, eyeing each other warily.
Well,
her
gaze remained wary. Logan’s had gone all wicked and focused again as he stared intently at her neck, waiting for her to turn her head so he could admire his handiwork.
Silence stretched between them for several long moments. Logan looked too self-satisfied to speak, and Honor wasn’t quite sure what to say. Was there etiquette about how to handle this type of situation? Did Emily Post have a chapter on
Post-Coital Small Talk for the Modern Werewolf?
If she didn’t, she really should.
Honor shifted in her seat and tried to ignore the raw, liquid feeling between her legs. As hard as he’d just taken her, she ought to be screaming at him to never lay another hand on her as long as he lived, and here she was trying to keep him from noticing how damned horny she still felt. Was
that
in Emily Post?
“You can relax, you know.” His drawling tone sounded sleepy and rough and sexy in the small cabin. Honor couldn’t suppress a shiver of reaction. “I’ll give you a couple of hours before I attack you again. I’m not entirely uncivilized.”
She drew a deep breath. “See…about that ‘again’ thing…” He raised an eyebrow and settled into a deeper slouch. “You surely don’t intend to tell me,
your mate
, that I can’t touch you again, do you? You couldn’t be quite that foolish, honey. Tell me.”