34. Logan

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LOGAN

Rome and James were on a date, an early Valentine’s Day for just the two of them. We would celebrate tomorrow as a pack at the festival. I loved the time we spent together but I was half feral knowing I had Ivy all to myself tonight. It was impossible to keep my hands off her. Opportunistically grazing her cute little butt whenever I moved past her in the kitchen. Kisses on her neck as we cooked dinner together. She shivered once and I draped my shirt over her shoulders.

Seeing her swamped in my clothes automatically made my dick hard.

It was affecting her too, her sugary gingerbread sweetening as we ate dinner in front of the TV. I let my legs fall open innocuously, my knee touching hers.

There was an instant bloom of needy omega pheromones.

I think the last thing Ivy wanted to hear when I finally carried her to her nest was, “I want to take my sweet fuckin’ time with you.”

“No, Logan. Please,” she whined. Back arched, pussy hot against my thigh.

I deserved some sort of trophy for my control.

I had her naked for me, spread so prettily in her nest. Kissing that pink soaked pussy like I had all the time in the world. My mouth moved over her folds, tongue swirling softly all over. Slanted kisses with her clit between my lips.

“What are you…” She inhaled unsteadily and tried again. “Why are you…doing it like that?”

My fingers spread her open. I traced her entrance with a long, lingering swipe.

“All…slow.” Her voice was barely a squeak. “It’s like you’re, god, making out with my pussy.”

“That’s because I want to make out with your pussy,” I growled. I spat on her perfect cunt, slick mingling with saliva until we dripped down into her nest as one.

She was a mess. My mess.

Twitching and bucking and moaning as I enjoyed the fuck out of tasting her.

Her thighs tried to clamp over my ears as she came but I held her down, feeling her needy little hole flutter. I let her soak my beard with her slick before diving deeper, wanting one more orgasm from her. Hungry for it, starved for it. Her tits filled my palms and I rolled her nipples lazily with my thumbs until I got what I wanted.

I’d like to think I’d come a long way from Ivy’s heat spike when I shot my load prematurely.

“ Please let me have your cock.”

“Soon.”

I slid up her body. Kissed her and let her taste herself on me. My cock was aching, branding her, streaking fluid across her stomach. I filled her with two fingers and she threw her head back. Frustration and pleasure rolled into one.

“ Logan .”

I hooked against that spot inside her that made her gasp.

“One more, princess.”

She squeezed me so tight as she came. Slick pooled in my palm, down my wrist. My other hand circled the head of my cock with my thumb and index, choking the blood flow.

Don’t fucking embarass yourself again, Logan.

That little distraction was all it took. My head wandered for a brief second and I was on my back. Ivy lined herself up and sank down all the way to my knot.

“Fuck! Oh jeez.”

She was panting. Fingers digging into my chest. Bliss written all over her face. “How does it feel this good every time?”

I wanted to know too.

I watched her ride me. Bouncing, everything bouncing, driving me fucking insane. But it was nothing compared to that little smile tugging up the corner of her lips.

She loved this. Loved my cock.

Shit, it was hers. She could have it whenever she wanted.

I ran my hand down between her breasts. My palm stopped at her belly, fingers splayed wide.

I imagined it feeling round. A little firm beneath my touch.

It was a fatal thought. Dam bursting, instincts overriding, need overflowing.

I couldn’t stop picturing myself filling her full of my cum. No suppressants, no birth control, full-blown heat. Days of nothing but rutting her. Breeding her. Pushing anything that spilled out back inside her cunt where it belonged.

I wanted her pregnant. Carrying o ur child. Growing our pack family.

Fuck Logan, don’t say it.

I bit my tongue as I pulled her down on my knot.

And I came harder than I’d ever come before.