19. Logan

19

LOGAN

It wasn’t a long drive from Rosie’s Diner to my place but it sure as hell felt like one.

I couldn’t stop glancing over at Ivy, sitting in the passenger seat of my work truck that had seen better days. By all accounts she did not belong there. She’d done something to her short brown hair and made it wavy, framing her beautiful face like the work of art she was. Her black dress was simple but something about the way it clung to her body was driving me mad. Enough of a sweep to the neckline to draw my eyes to her breasts, a tied knot at her waist making her curve and dip. I’d been half hard all night because of that damn dress.

She belonged in a limo or at the very least something with four doors. But she was a saint and was completely unfazed when I pulled up at the start of the night.

Now here she was, filling it with her sweet omega scent.

My hand was on her thigh, the tease of bare skin just out of reach beneath her tights. I traced circles as I drove and she squirmed under my touch. It took everything — everything — not to pull over, flip her skirt up and rut her hard against a fogged up window.

Get her in your bed.

Get her home at the very least, Logan.

My alpha prowled impatiently inside me, rising to her needy pheromones.

I screeched into my driveway, uncaring that I’d parked askew. In one smooth movement, I shut off my engine and unbuckled my seat belt. Ivy’s hair was tangled in my fingers and my mouth covered hers, swallowing down her whine. Her lips were almost frantic as they moved against mine, my shirt in her clenched fist pulling me closer.

“Logan, please.”

Fuck, that unraveled me. Two words and I would do anything for her.

“Inside, princess.” It was agonizing to pull myself away. I tore out of the truck with a low growl, and wrenched open her door. She was in my arms before I could even think, chest to my chest and legs wrapped around me. I fumbled with my key, letting loose every curse word I knew as she nestled her nose into my neck.

We crashed inside and I pressed Ivy up against the wall. I bent down to reach beneath her skirt and hooked my fingers over the waistband of her tights. Ivy gave a little shimmy to help me and I unwrapped her like the gift she was.

“Now, princess,” I murmured, sinking lower so I could help her one foot at a time, “I know you had a good time with James last night. And based on how content Rome seemed, I can only assume that extended to this morning as well.”

My rough palms ran over her smooth thighs and she shuddered, her legs already falling open for me. I buried my face into the junction of her thighs and caught the fabric of her dress between my teeth.

“Which begs the question,” I began, my voice rough from the scent haze of her slickened pussy, “why are you a needy mess for me right now?”

Ivy seized my hair and her hips jerked against my face. “He didn’t knot me,” she said, her voice tight.

“What?” I said hoarsely. I was certain I’d misheard her.

“Rome didn’t knot me,” she repeated. “Or anything else. Only James, um, you know . Last night. But neither of them did this morning,” Ivy continued, blithely unaware my entire body was going up in a flame of alpha urges.

Rut your omega. Sate her.

And mark that pretty fucking neck with your teeth.

“Why didn’t they?” I ran my nose up her stomach, between her breasts and caged her with my body.

“Rome said…” Ivy swallowed and started again. “He said it would be rude to send me off to you dripping with…um…”

I began to loosen the knot at the waist of her dress. “So what did they do instead?”

Ivy squeezed her eyes tight. “Went down on me…and used their fingers.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes…a lot.”

They got her ready for me.

My pack got her ready to take my knot.

One deft pull and her dress fell open, revealing her tits sitting pretty in a lace bra and her pussy covered by a barely there thong. I stared hungrily, drinking in the sight of her.

It took her gentle hand on my cheek to bring me back. “I want to see you too, please,” she whispered.

My jacket had already been left in my truck. But the rest?

“Come on,” I said evasively, hauling her back into my arms. Her dress fluttered to the floor as I carried her deeper into my home.

“Logan, are you?—”

I kissed her hard next to a framed picture of a mountain that was my dismal attempt at decor.

There wasn’t really a plan once I got her into my bedroom but at least it was as close to pitch black as I could get in there. A tiny sliver of moonlight sliced through a gap in the curtains, dividing my bed in two. It seemed ominous somehow.

Ivy reached for my shirt button and I flinched. Curses imploded in my head hoping she didn’t notice.

But of course she did. She released my button and laid her hand flat against me. “You’re worried about what I’ll think of you?” she asked. Her slow movement down my chest and belly filled the gaps of unspoken words.

“I don’t…” God, I knew exactly what I needed to say but insecurity wrapped my tongue in barbed wire. “I don’t look like they do, Ivy.”

Younger. Fitter. A hell of a lot slimmer.

“Scent me.”

Confusion flickered across my features. “What?”

Ivy took control, bringing my head down into the crook of her neck.

“What does my scent tell you?” she whispered.

I inhaled and let it fill my head with dreams. Of a million homecomings to her smile. Nights of companionship, drowsy never-ending conversations with all of us in her nest. Secret gingerbread cookies that would find their way into my bag, my pockets and the kisses I would thank her with.

“Keep breathing.” Her voice felt far away yet rooted in my soul, a command I couldn’t fight.

I felt her unbutton my shirt. Her fingers ran through my chest hair and I sensed the change. Arousal, sweet and delicate, as simple as a caught eye from across the room.

Ivy ventured lower, exploring my thick waist and the full curve of my stomach. Cloves and cinnamon burst free, an edge of desperation and need taking over.

“Fuck,” I swore. I couldn’t deny what every sign from her body was screaming at me. “You love this?”

“ Yes. I told you.” Ivy pushed my shirt off my shoulders and fumbled with my belt buckle. “Please.” A metallic clank and pull as she tried to loosen it. “Help me, I?—”

Suddenly clothes seemed stupid. Why did I still have them on? Every layer that fell to the floor only made her perfume thicken. We collapsed on the bed, her eager hands tugging down my boxers while I tried to decipher her bra clasp.

“Holy shit, Logan.”

I had never heard her swear before.

Hearing her do so at her first glimpse of my cock made me feel invincible.

“You’ve seen it before,” I grunted. She took me in both hands, one stacked on top of the other like she was measuring me. I got impossibly harder, the thick vein down my shaft pounding.

“I don’t remember too much from the heat, Logan,” she confessed. “And you didn’t…you know.”

Cute that she blushed because she couldn’t say fuck me while double fisting my dick.

“Lie down,” I told her gently. I braced myself on my elbow, looming over her. Anticipation glimmered bright in her expression as she subconsciously began to stroke me.

My fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her soaked. I groaned, kissing her as she spread herself wider for me. Her clit felt swollen and slippery with slick. I drank in her reactions as I circled it, her mouth falling open and her nipples tightening to hard points.

I didn’t have a lot of experience with women. But I only needed to figure out what this woman needed and tattoo it into my brain forever.

Neither of us wanted to look away as we learned each other’s bodies. I loved the flicker of triumph when a twist of her wrist made me stifle a moan. The way she whispered my name when I filled her with two fingers. I found the sweet spot inside her that drew a strangled scream from her lungs.

“I need a little” — She mimed a small circular motion — “to get me there.”

My thumb immediately began to swipe across her clit. She was so beautiful like this, on the verge of falling apart for me. Hair messed from my pillows, pink spreading beneath her freckled skin. I felt her squeeze my shaft and wetness shone from my tip.

Her breathing quickened, the sucking sound of my fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy filling the room.

“I’m really close,” Ivy breathed. She released my cock and grabbed my wrist. Yes. I wanted her to be greedy, only focusing on her pleasure right now.

“When you come, princess, you can have my cock,” I said, leaning down to scent-mark her.

A shiver rippled through her. “Yes. Please.”

“Is that what you want? For me to fill this greedy little pussy of yours?” I added a third finger and she cried out. “It’s going to be a much bigger stretch than this.”

Her hips were moving harder and faster against my hand. I covered her mouth with mine, savoring her little pants as she came. Once the tense arch of her back relaxed, I lifted my slick-covered fingers to my lips.

There it was. That fucking taste that had decimated me last time. I gripped myself tight to the point of pain to force the building pressure in my cock to subside. Ivy’s glistening pussy was inches from me and I couldn’t resist tapping the tip against her clit.

“Logan, I’m?—”

“Still a bit sensitive?” I asked. I traced her entrance over and over, letting the head dip inside every now and then. She had to be begging. Desperate. So slick the stretch would feel good.

Ivy gasped as I pushed in until a third of my cock was buried inside her.

“God, that’s…” she panted. “You feel even bigger than I thought you would.”

I fucked her slowly, not plunging any deeper and letting her acclimatize to my size. “You can take me,” I murmured, smoothing back her hair and kissing her. I watched as a few more inches of my shaft disappeared inside her.

“Are you all the way in?”

“Almost.” I guided her hand down to her clit and she began to touch herself slowly. The rest of my cock sank easily into her slick hole. “There we go,” I breathed, feeling her pussy choke me in her perfect grip.

She traced where we were joined, her fingers feeling the swell at the base of my cock nestled against her stretched lips. “How is your knot supposed to fit after all that,” she whined.

I slid almost all the way out before thrusting my entire length back in with a loud wet smack. She had already adjusted so easily, I had no doubt she would take my knot beautifully too. “It’ll fit, princess,” I assured her.

Determination and instinct drove each rock of my hips against hers. In and out, the slickness coating my shaft unmistakable even in the dim glow of the moonlight. Ivy clung to my shoulders, the nape of my neck, my hair, losing herself in the sensation of my cock moving inside her.

I could see her clit, peeking desperately out from beneath its hood, humming for some attention. A light caress and she bucked, my knot partially pushing into her.

“Do you want it?” I demanded.

“God, yes. More than anything. Please, Logan, knot me, I?—”

I pushed and kept pushing. One hand splayed on her ass, spreading her open, the other working her clit. I held on through the tight squeeze of her fluttering cunt, the gush of slick down my cock. A noise I couldn’t even describe tore from somewhere deep as I locked fully inside her.

Release . It was a tidal wave, the break of foam after the longest, highest crest. I didn’t know how long I hung here, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum. My alpha was fiercely triumphant, marking her this way the next best thing after teeth on her skin. He wanted to keep her permanently sated, snug around my knot or with my cum leaking from her.

I only just managed to stop myself from collapsing on top of her and crushing her. Ivy was trying to catch her breath too, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I could still feel the last few convulsions of her orgasm around my knot.

Words were too difficult. Instead, I held her tightly to me and rolled, settling on my back with her draped over me. I wished I was a little less sweaty but she didn’t seem to mind.

Ivy laid her head on my chest and her hand came to rest on my stomach. I automatically let out a self-conscious sort of grunt.

“I like it,” she said, firmly. She bent down and managed to nuzzle the top of my belly despite the fact that we were locked together. “I love how cuddly you are. I feel like I’m in my nest right now.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Sleep on me any day, princess.”

I held her in the gentle quiet until the soft caress of her hand over my body felt like love.