Chapter Seven
Logan stepped into the Den and almost ran right into Mac. The big bear shifter laughed while moving to the side.
“You’re back so soon, agent,” Mac commented.
“Yes,” Logan responded. “I am.” There was no way Mac didn’t know Annabelle had a date.
“I’m glad,” Mac said. “I believe Annabelle is anxious for your date tonight.”
Logan nodded.
“Or are you here about something else?” Mac didn’t appear nervous in any way, but Logan was certain Mac knew about the phone call from earlier.
“I spoke to Samantha Jones today,” Logan informed him.
“The young woman that you were looking for?” Mac asked. “I take it she’s been found?”
“She states that she left of her own free will and that she doesn’t want to return home.”
“Isn’t that what you believed?” Mac asked.
“It was one of the options I was interested in checking out.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Logan glared at the biker. “You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” Mac said.
“Just because my case is closed doesn’t mean I’m giving up on figuring out what is going on around here,” he threatened. It probably wasn’t the best move to declare his intentions, but he’d had all afternoon to think about what he was going to do.
After a phone call to Jamie officially took the Jones investigation off his plate, he really didn’t have a reason to hang around. Or at least that was what he’d thought before he’d asked Magnus for the records on all the hunting incidents that he’d been requesting assistance for.
Logan had believed he’d been grasping at straws for a reason to stay around until he’d actually read each report. Magnus did have a problem and it was getting worse.
“I have no doubt that you think you’ll uncover something, but I assure you we’re just a makeshift family who take care of one another.” Mac shrugged.
“For Annabelle’s sake, I hope that’s true.”
Mac’s face changed. Gone was the cocky, relaxed man and he instantly hardened into the scary biker. He leaned close to Logan’s face. “Don’t think that because you spent a little with her that you know anything about what she needs.”
“We both know there’s more happening between me and Annabelle than hanging out a few times.” Logan wasn’t intimated. If Mac was testing him, then it was time for Logan to show him he was strong enough to be a true equal partner with Annabelle. If there was going to be trouble in Brookside, Logan wouldn’t allow Annabelle to be involved. Her run-in with the hunters the night before was all she needed to deal with. She’d been lucky. “That’s why you’re letting me hang around, isn’t it?”
Mac glared at him. “I’m beginning to regret my decision.”
“No, you’re not,” Logan argued. “You’re having a hard time letting go.”
“So you think you know me now?” Mac practically growled the words.
“I’ve figured a few things out,” Logan stated confidently. He was the one who stepped closer to Mac this time. Their chests were almost touching. “What I don’t know, I hope you all will trust me with someday. What matters right now is that I’m not going away.”
“Don’t you have a job to do?” Mac questioned with a sneer. “A big bad agent shouldn’t be wasting his time in our town.”
“I do have a job to do,” Logan confirmed. “I’m also entitled to a personal life.” He relaxed his stance so that he wasn’t directly challenging Mac, although he didn’t put any space between them. “I care about her, and don’t say that I barely know her. What I do know intrigues me, but it’s the possibility of what we might mean to each other that matters right now.”
“If you hurt her—”
“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Logan finished. “It’s possible she’ll hurt me. That’s the entire point of us getting to know each other.”
“You’re a cocky little shit,” Mac accused.
“It seems to me that you’re surrounded by cocky little shits,” Logan quipped. “You should have plenty of room for me.”
“I can’t tell you anything until we know we can trust you,” Mac said.
Finally, they were getting somewhere. “I’ll accept that for now.” Logan had no doubt that eventually Mac would open up. He had his suspicions about what was happening, but he’d give the shifter time.
“Is everything okay?” Annabelle asked.
Logan grinned at Mac before turning to Annabelle. “Hi.”
She looked back and forth between him and Mac.
“It’s fine,” Mac said behind him. “I was just giving Logan the customary talk about treating you right.”
Annabelle rolled her eyes. “I’m too old for you to be acting like some big old papa bear.”
“Did you just call me old?” Mac asked, laughter mixed with his words.
“Well,” she answered. “If the biker boots fit…”
Mac chuckled. “Fine. You two deserve each other.”
Logan couldn’t have agreed more. Annabelle had dressed simply in a pair of dark jeans and a low-cut red top. Her long black hair had a touch of curl to the ends as it flowed down her back. She was the opposite of every woman that he’d ever dated, but he felt like she was his match in every way.
“You look beautiful.”
She placed her palm in his, allowing him to pull her forward. Logan threaded his free hand through her gorgeous, thick mane. It was just as soft as he’d thought it would be. With his hand buried at the base of her neck, he tugged her head back.
Annabelle shivered in his embrace. What an exciting reaction.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Where are we going?”
“I passed by the Italian restaurant on my way here. I thought we might have dinner there. If we can get in without a reservation.”
She appeared amused. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
Mac chuckled and slapped his shoulder. “I’ll let Alexander know you’re on the way.” He walked off before Logan could ask him who this Alexander guy was.
“Alexander owns the restaurant and he’s Mac’s best friend,” Annabelle told him. “Alex always keeps a table open for us.”
“The guy that he and Duffy stayed with when they first came to town?” Logan remembered the story now.
Annabelle had been stepping out of his arms, but she stopped and stared up at him. “Mac told you?”
“Yeah, last night.”
“He doesn’t usually share about how he ended up here,” Annabelle said. “You keep surprising me.”
That was what he wanted to continue to do. “Good.”
Logan wrapped his arm around her waist and moved her forward. “I think Mac likes me.”
Her laugh was bright and surprised. Logan pulled open the door but didn’t miss the happy smile on her face as she passed through first.
“He doesn’t like anyone,” Annabelle replied.
“I disagree. He was just waiting for me to show up so he could like me.”
Outside, in front of the bar, the parking lot was well lit. There weren’t any houses or other businesses in the immediate vicinity, so the tall street lamps and numerous security lights mounted were providing all the illumination.
“I don’t remember it being so bright,” he commented as he hit the key fob for his truck. He walked Annabelle to the passenger side before opening the door. She had to use the running boards to get inside. He enjoyed the way her pants tightened over her ass while climbing up.
“Mac had Carter and Calvin install some more. He’s seen more activity in town and going toward the forest. He wants any strangers to know we’re here.”
“Avoid a run-in like last night?” he asked.
“We don’t get a lot of problems, but it’s possible. The new laws on hunting seem like a good idea, but Mac thinks that it’s just going to push more dangerous situations like the illegal hunting.”
It was a valid concern. He wished he could tell Annabelle he’d already started looking into the problem. Logan had spoken with a supervisor with the Parks Service and learned that Ruiz had told him he’d looked into the situation with Brookside and hadn’t found any truth to the allegations. Logan wasn’t sure what Ruiz was up to, but he’d be taking care of the agent in the morning.
In the meantime, the Park Ranger had promised to make his staff more available to Magnus. He’d even called the station before Logan had left for the night. Magnus had been pleasantly surprised and even wished Logan good luck on his date as Logan had pushed out of the door.
“That seems like a smart plan,” Logan said, bringing his attention to the conversation.
Once Annabelle was settled comfortably in her seat, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “We’re going to have a good time tonight.”
She smiled. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Why?”
“First date and all,” she admitted. “I don’t know what to do.”
Logan placed his hand on her knee. “Just be yourself. I’ve made it pretty obvious that I’m interested. I want to have a nice meal with you, maybe take a walk in the woods you love so much, and talk.”
“Just talk?” she asked. “Because I can think of more exciting things you could do with your mouth.”
The little minx. Logan had been half hard when he’d walked into the bar, but now he was growing fully erect. “Yeah.” He pressed his leg against hers. “We’ll get to that later.”
She shuddered. The evening was cooling down, but he knew she wasn’t cold. Logan slid his hand up her leg to the junction between her thigh and pelvis. She sucked in a breath.
“We’ll definitely get to that.”
“Now?” He breathed out the words.
Logan kissed her. He’d meant to just tease her lips with his, but when he brought his mouth close to hers, Annabelle closed the distance, pressing them together. She clutched at the back of his neck while opening for his tongue.
One of them moaned—he wasn’t sure who—and Logan pulled her sideways in the seat so he could fit his body between her legs.
He loved the taste of her, but especially when she let go, allowing him to ravish her. Annabelle tipped her head back, giving him better access. Logan brushed his fingers over her pussy, pressing down harder when she bucked against his hand. The scent of her arousal began to fill his head and he had to yank himself away or risk losing control. Even his lion was on the edge and anxious to claim her.
“We can’t do this here,” he stated.
A look of disappointment flashed over her features, but she nodded. “We should get to the diner before we put on a show for the cameras.”
“Cameras?” he repeated stupidly. He’d known they were there, but Annabelle made him forget everything else around him. “Damn it.”
She laughed. “You get used to them.”
“Are there cameras inside as well?” he questioned, straightening his clothes to buy himself time to regain his composure.
“You mean did they capture me climbing into your lap and practically humping you?” she teased. “Yes, they did.”
Jesus, he was lucky Annabelle wasn’t pissed off that he kept putting her in compromising positions.
“It’s okay,” Annabelle assured him. “Like I said, you forget about them. We have an unspoken agreement that if we see anything that we weren’t supposed to, then we don’t bring it up.”
“So this happens a lot?” Logan felt less desperate and could probably walk around the side of his truck without injuring his hard shaft.
“Have you met Duffy?” she asked with a laugh. “He’s not exactly one to think about where he is before jumping Calvin.”
Logan chuckled along with her. “I can picture that.”
“Calvin’s pretty good about getting them to privacy, but he says his will is only so strong, so there have been times we’ve had to turn off one of the monitors.”
“I promise no one will have to turn anything off around us,” Logan said.
She titled her head and studied him. “I think I’ll enjoy getting you to break that vow.”
Shaking his head, he motioned for Annabelle to settle back before closing the door. He sauntered around the front of his truck so he’d be able to keep an eye on her. Not that he expected to be attacked while in the parking lot, but he enjoyed knowing she was safe with him. He also needed a minute to himself, since his cock throbbed behind his zipper. He could literally picture bending Annabelle across the bar counter inside and pounding into her.
That was not an image he needed to take with him to dinner.
When he pulled open the driver’s-side door, Annabelle sat grinning.
“You know exactly what you do to me,” he accused.
“I like sex. I don’t believe I should be ashamed of it.”
“No,” he agreed quickly. “You have nothing to be ashamed about.” Logan was more intrigued. They’d have a lot of fun together. Maybe try some things that he had only dreamed about. He wondered how she would respond to his dominant streak.
With humans, Logan had to be extremely careful not to injure the women. His hold could become too firm or his partner might not be able to take the pace he’d reach if he let himself go. It was better with another shifter, but then the dynamics of their species came into play. As a large predator, Logan didn’t find it easy to trust and let go, even in bed. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t had sex in so long. He’d gotten tired of the disappointment after having to hold his instincts back.
He stuck the key into the ignition and started up the vehicle.
“I like your truck,” she said, running her hand over the dash. “I expected you to drive a boring black SUV.”
“We have those. But I prefer having my own ride. The company-issued vehicles get swapped around and I don’t like smelling the other shifters in a car I’m driving.”
“I never thought about it like that. I can see your point.”
“Do you drive?” He hadn’t seen anything other than bikes.
“I can,” she answered. “I have my license for a motor vehicle and a motorcycle. I don’t usually since I don’t leave town and everything is within walking distance.”
“What do you mean you don’t leave town?” Logan put his truck in gear and eased out of his spot. The main road that would take them into town was a smooth blacktop, not the dirt road he’d first expected.
Annabelle fidgeted in her seat. “I don’t leave Brookside.”
“Why not?” he pressed. If they were going to keep seeing each other, they’d have to work out the logistics of the hour-long commute.
“I just don’t.”
Hell, of course things couldn’t be easy. “Okay.”
She snapped her head around to look at him. “Okay?”
“It will mean more driving for me, because I plan to see you as much as possible. Things would be easier if you’d spend some time at my place. On the weekends that I’m on call, I won’t be able to come down, but we’ll work something out.”
“Just like that?” She sounded mad and he didn’t know why.
“What?”
“This is our first date,” she pointed out.
Logan slowed his speed as he came to Main Street. “Yes.”
“What if you end up not liking me?” she asked. “We might be sitting in the restaurant and it dawns on you that I’m weird or something.”
Unique, she was unique, but he didn’t think that would help in this conversation. “What if you do?” he questioned instead.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Exactly. It might not work out between us. But I have never felt as connected to someone as I do you, in such a short time. This is worth the risk for me.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw her nod.
“The guys love to ride their bikes. I could always get one of them to take me to your place if it comes to it. I won’t want to drive by myself and I really don’t like cities, but staying at your place might work.”
Logan reached over and grasped her hand, giving her a squeeze. “See, it’ll be fine.”
Annabelle was making an effort and he would do the same. Logan didn’t mind coming to Brookside, though. Once Magnus had gotten over his distrust of Logan, he’d opened up a bit. The two deputies also ended up being pretty good guys. Carl had stammered and flushed a lot after Fabian had left, but eventually he’d settled down. James might not have been the sort of officer Logan would have preferred, but he’d ended up showing Logan exactly why Magnus kept him around. Not only had James remembered every detail of every case Logan wanted to discuss, but he’d also had several great suggestions on how to proceed.
Being impressed by the small sheriff station shouldn’t have surprised him, but Logan had been happy when he’d left. If Annabelle was going to live in Brookside, she had a good, solid police force at her back.
That would make returning home a little more bearable for him.
There was a parking spot right in front of the restaurant, so Logan whipped his truck in.
“I guess you eat here a lot?” He’d wanted to take her somewhere nice and this place seemed to be the best in town.
“I love Alex’s food,” she said. “Kelly likes to cook for us, but when we can sneak out, we come here.”
“Anything I need to know about the guy?”
“What do you mean?” She unsnapped her seatbelt before turning toward him.
“I like to know what I’m getting into with shifters,” Logan informed her. It was important to have his guard up. Too easily other shifters saw him as someone to challenge. Logan wasn’t sure if it was only his job or if it happened to all lion shifters.
“Alexander is great,” Annabelle said. “He doesn’t have a Pack—he’s a wolf shifter, but he keeps mostly to himself. He and Mac became best friends, so we’re able to get him out of the kitchen sometimes, but he still doesn’t come around a lot.”
“A lone wolf,” Logan commented. It was rare for a wolf shifter not to surround himself with family or a pack. Fabian and Fredrick were very close to their pack and returned home every weekend that they weren’t on call.
Logan envied wolf shifters for the fact that they always had someone they could lean on. His own family had easily turned their backs on him when he’d decided to go into law enforcement. They’d acted like he’d betrayed them by wanting to help the world.
It probably had something to do with his parents’ extensive criminal backgrounds, but Logan had never expected that they’d cut off all ties to him. If he’d been a wolf shifter, wouldn’t his family have needed that bond? Instead, if he followed his instincts, he was supposed to be okay living a solitary life. Meeting Annabelle had opened his eyes that while he might have been rejected by his birth family, he had other options. Instead of keeping people at arm’s length, he could have his own makeshift family, just like she had.
“You okay?” She touched his arm, sending a jolt of awareness through him.
Yeah, he might be able to learn a thing or two from Annabelle.
“I’m great,” he told her. “How about I buy you dinner now?”
The food had been fantastic, the atmosphere perfect, Alex had been on his best behavior, but it was sitting across the romantic table for two from Logan that made this the best night of Annabelle’s life.
If this was what dating was all about, she’d insist that he take her on more.
Now, as they walked hand in hand through the woods behind the bar, she was enjoying pointing out trees that she had made nests in.
“I Googled your species.”
“Did you?” She was flattered that he’d put in the effort. “And what did you find out?”
“Not a whole lot,” he admitted. “There are a couple of groups trying to record margay traits and behaviors, but there isn’t a lot of information released.”
“I know,” she said. “I don’t know much myself.”
“You had no one to teach you?” He slowed and pulled her to a stop.
Close by lay a log big enough for them to sit on. With the wine from dinner along with the pasta she’d consumed, Annabelle felt comfortable and happy. She could share a little bit about herself. Duffy had told her before she’d left on her date that she was going to have to talk to Logan. She didn’t know how much he wanted to know. There were some subjects, such as the underground group, that were off limits, but she’d tell him about her childhood.
Annabelle led Logan to the log and sat. He quickly dropped down beside her. “I don’t remember my parents at all. Mac has a friend who was able to get a hold of my social services file, but even in that, the information is limited. I didn’t even know I was a shifter until puberty. I just thought I was a freak.”
“Damn,” he said quietly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “That had to be rough.”
“It was scary,” she admitted. “I knew I was different than the other kids in my foster houses, but everyone around me was human. Nowadays, they place shifters with other shifter families, so it’s easier, but back then no one knew what I was.”
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured.
“It ended up okay,” she said. “I like my life here. I have a good job, people who’ve become my family and I’m happy. I don’t want for anything at all.” She paused. “Well, that’s not true. It can still be lonely sometimes.”
“I can understand that.” He ran his free hand over Annabelle’s knee. “My family disowned me when I joined the police academy. They weren’t good people. I never had enough to eat or clean clothes. They spent all their money on booze and drugs.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I would have figured you came from an uptight rich family.”
Logan chuckled bitterly. “Quite the opposite. The trailer stank and was covered in filth. As soon as I was able to get out, I did.”
“Why’d you want to be a cop?” she asked. Annabelle was honestly curious. Maybe Duffy had a point about talking and getting to know Logan better. The more he shared, the safer she felt. Maybe she’d judged him too harshly and he wasn’t the straight-edged agent she’d called him.
“Because no one helped me,” he said.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“We had cops in and out of our lives constantly. They’d come to the trailer to pick up my mom or dad on a warrant. They saw the conditions I lived in. A few even made comments about the filth, but not one of them reached out and offered me aid. As I got older, I realized that no one was going to help me if I didn’t help myself. The police had written me off at age eight. They decided that I’d turn out exactly like my parents and didn’t want to waste their time.”
“Fuckers,” Annabelle spat.
Logan’s laugh was warm. “Yes, but it did spur me into making a life for myself. The police academy was good because it covered room and board during my training. I had nowhere to go and no one to help me. It was either that or the military, which I seriously considered, but I was worried about not being able to shift.”
“So you became a cop,” she stated. He must have been so afraid, leaving home and everything and everyone he knew behind. Annabelle had run, but she’d been shuffled from place to place and hadn’t had a home until Mac had found her.
“I haven’t regretted it a single day of my life, even though I wish my family would talk to me. I wanted to help them get clean, but the first time I went home after graduating, my dad attacked me and I almost didn’t make it out.”
Annabelle’s stomach rolled. She could picture Logan, much younger, offering his parents help and how that would have been received. “How long has it been since you’ve gone back?”
“Two years,” Logan said. “I don’t know why I just can’t let it go, but every couple of years I drive by the old place just to make sure they’re still alive. They don’t talk to me and I leave them alone.”
She snuggled into his side. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“It left me bitter for a really long time. I don’t have a lot of friends and the few I do, I’m not close to. Then I came to this small little town and saw how every species of shifter had somehow come together and lived peacefully.”
“Amazing,” she said. “Right?”
“Unbelievable,” he agreed. “I keep waiting to be challenged and try to stay prepared for an attack. I’ve had to fight my entire life. Even in the Coalition, we’re constantly jockeying for position. It doesn’t seem to stop. Not until I came here.”
“So you can just be yourself,” she suggested. She tried to keep the relief she felt out of her voice that Logan understood why she loved Brookside, that he was beginning to understand how special the place was.
“The funny thing is I keep catching myself acting the same way as I always do,” Logan told her. “With Mac or Magnus. I expect them to challenge me and react. I pissed off Mac earlier by acting like a jackass.”
She patted his chest. “He’s used to it. We do have shifters that come through town, thinking they can take on the big bear shifter. It never works out for them.”
“Tonight, I realized that I don’t want to be that way anymore. What you’ve all made here is wonderful.”
Annabelle tipped up her head and kissed his jaw. “I think you’re already fitting in. You don’t have to be perfect. God knows, none of us are. You just have to have a kind heart and accept that there might be someone bigger or badder than you.”
“I hope I get the chance to try,” he confessed.
Oh, that’s sweet. “I have the feeling that you won’t have to try as hard as you think you will.” Learning so much about him made Annabelle want to offer him promises. She couldn’t and that hurt.
Logan cupped her face. His eyes dilated and the scent of his arousal grew stronger. Oh, how interesting. She ran her palm down his chest, feeling the muscles twitch.
“Enough talking?” she teased. While she enjoyed getting to know Logan better, maybe it was time to move things along.
“I don’t know,” he responded. “I’m not ready to end the date yet. What will we do?”
She laughed while reaching up and grabbing the back of his head. “If you don’t know, then I’ll just have to show you.” Annabelle forced Logan’s mouth to hers and nipped his bottom lip before stroking her tongue over the spot.
He moaned, but she didn’t stop. Instead she kneeled up to swing her leg across his lap and straddled his waist. Logan grasped her hips. He gripped her tightly, rocking her against him.
His hard cock brushed the seam of her pants. She wanted to get her hands on his shaft, but first she needed to see his body. Annabelle tugged at his shirt.
“You want to do this here?” he asked, after pulling away.
“I don’t see why not. We have privacy here and don’t have to worry about getting interrupted.”
“Someone might be out here, though,” he pointed out.
“Well, it would probably be a shifter, so they won’t come closer unless they want to witness what we’re doing. Does that thought bother you?” Annabelle didn’t want to push him past his comfort zone, but she was turned on by the idea.
Logan grinned. “You want to be watched, baby?”
It sounded so dirty, coming from his mouth.
“What else are you into?” he asked. He slid his hand around her ass and squeezed.
“I don’t know,” she confessed. This was new territory for her.
“Let’s find out.” Logan pushed her to stand in front of him while he remained on the log. “Will you kneel for me?”
Oh, yes. She dropped down. Her knees hit a pile of leaves, but she didn’t care.
“Good girl,” he praised, stroking her cheek.
Annabelle turned her head to kiss his palm. She liked this new and interesting side of Logan. He smiled then whipped his shirt off. He had a nice chest, which was a favorite part of hers to admire.
Logan tweaked his own nipple before looking at her. “Now your turn.”
She wasted no time complying. After dropping her shirt to the ground, she unsnapped her bra and let it fall.
“Perfect,” he said, cupping her breasts. “You fit right in my hands.”
Desire coursed through her and she gasped.
“Hmm,” he murmured. “Now our pants.” Logan stood, unbuckled his belt and left it open before tugging at the clasp of his slacks. Without ceremony, he pushed his pants and underwear past his knees then moved his shirt to where he’d been sitting. When he sat back down, he was on top of his shirt. “Take the rest of your clothes completely off.”
It took some maneuvering to finish undressing while remaining kneeling. She could have stood, but Annabelle like the position she found herself in. Once she was naked, Annabelle gazed up at him.
“Anyone might see you right now.” Logan’s voice was husky. “But they can’t touch you.”
“I don’t want them to,” she said.
“I know. And I wouldn’t let anyone. You can trust me.”
That sounded like heaven. She could give in to Logan and he was strong enough to keep them safe.
Logan grasped his cock then pumped himself a few times. “Do you want to taste me?”
“God, yes!”
“Come here, then,” Logan placed his hand on the back of her head as she lowered down to hover at the tip of his erection.
She took a deep breath, bringing the masculine scent of him to the front. It was fresh and mixed nicely with the aroma of nature that surrounded them.
“Lick.”
Shit. She squirmed, so aroused that she couldn’t hold still. Annabelle ran her tongue over the slit of his cock.
“Good girl.”
Annabelle probably shouldn’t love to hear those two words. She wanted to please him so much that she took the crown of his shaft and sucked deeply. Logan bucked up while grasping at the back of her hair. He threaded his fingers through until he could push his cock in farther.
She took every bit of him that she could. It wasn’t enough, so she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and stroked while going up and down.
His pre-cum was salty, bitter and tinged with a buttery flavor. Unique—she’d never had anyone like him before.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he warned.
Annabelle moaned in approval.
“You can take it,” Logan said. “I won’t hurt you.” He held her in place and began moving his cock in and out of her faster and faster.
The tip of his shaft hit the back of her throat and she had to work at suppressing her gag reflex. She didn’t mind, though. Even when moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes, she didn’t want him to stop. This was the hottest, most erotic scene of her life. She fucking craved it.
“Stop!” Logan pulled his cock away and she almost fell forward, chasing after him with her mouth.
“No,” she pleaded.
“I’m not going to come down your throat. I want to be inside your sweet pussy.”
She whimpered.
“Stand up.”
Struggling to her feet, she had to rest her hand on his shoulder to stand on her shaky legs. Logan didn’t help. Instead he slid his hand between her legs to brush his fingers between her folds. She was already wet and needy.
“Please,” she begged. Her entire core ached and her clit pulsed.
“Lean against me,” he ordered.
She wanted him to keep making demands of her. Her mind was clouding and thought becoming nearly impossible.
Logan speared two fingers inside her and she clutched at his shoulders to lean against his side. His mouth was at her breast. He sucked her nipple and Annabelle started to shake.
“So much…” There were too many feelings shooting through her.
“You can take it,” Logan assured her. He was moving his fingers in and out with the same rhythm that he’d fucked her mouth. She rode his hand, not having the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge.
“More,” she pleaded.
Logan stood, sliding his body against her, stepping behind her and urging her to lean forward. “Down,” he said.
With her stomach over the shirt and her knees digging into the ground, she allowed Logan to position her. His thighs pressed against her back and he also lowered himself to the ground.
“Is it still just the two of us?” he whispered in her ear. “Or do you think someone is going to watch me claim you?”
She shook her head, unable to form words.
“It doesn’t matter,” Logan told her. “Because I’m coming inside you and I don’t care who might be around.”
Annabelle arched her back, which had his cock rubbing her ass cheek. That was what she wanted, too.
“Do I need a condom?” she asked her.
“What?” she panted. Why wasn’t he inside her yet?
“We don’t have to worry about diseases, but what about pregnancy?”
“Birth control,” she managed. “On it.”
“Then I’m going to come inside you. Leave my seed and mark you from the inside out.”
She was going to go insane. “Do it.”
Logan chuckled then kissed the back of her neck. As he pressed the head of his cock inside her he also ran his hand down her side. He flexed his hips, pushing his shaft deep before pulling out then thrusting back inside.
Annabelle dug her nails into the wood of the log under her. His cock was long and thick, filling her in a way that no man ever had before. The connection went deeper than just taking a cock inside her. The feline part of her wanted to take over and transform to enjoy the large male mounting her. Annabelle would remain human, though. Logan’s cock felt too good to give up.
She wanted Logan to hold her down and make her take him deeper. As though he could hear her thoughts, Logan pressed his hand to the top of her back, pushing her down onto the log.
“Yes,” she whispered, wriggling, liking that she couldn’t break his touch.
“Take me,” Logan panted, leaning over her.
Sweat dripped from his body to hers and Annabelle was surprised that the water drops didn’t sizzle—they were making so much heat between them.
“I am,” she promised. “I will.”
He pounded into her. Not in a way that a human would have been able to manage. No, Logan was moving so quickly that she barely had time to match him thrust for thrust.
Beneath her, the log rocked back and forth. Annabelle had to tighten her hold to keep from collapsing as Logan plowed his hips forward. She would ache later, but in a good way. Right then, all she managed to do was beg for him to make her come. She needed the release, her orgasm climbing higher and higher.
One hard desperate thrust and Annabelle’s body felt as if it was being ripped apart. She screamed as she experienced the most intense climax of her life. She shook, couldn’t catch her breath and her vision even wavered. Holy shit, she was going to fly away.
“Yes. Let me hear you. I want everyone to hear how good I make you come.”
She was still yelling. Spent, she started to fall forward, but Logan’s arm around her waist kept her upright while he continued to move his cock in and out.
His pace was slower, but he remained hard as he didn’t stop. “I’m going to come and I want you to know that it’s me who’s filling you. No one else will ever get the pleasure of knowing what it feels like to have your muscles clamp down on them. You’re so tight, baby, so good.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He howled, his mouth so close to her ear that it startled her, but he sang his release to the trees and the sound echoed around them.
“We’ve got to do that again,” she said, after he stilled, completely wrung out.
“I still have my cock inside you and you want to do it again?” Logan teased.
He circled his hips, moving his shaft around. She moaned. Yeah, she was going to be sore later.
“I want to do it all the time,” she confessed.
He nipped the side of her neck. “I’ll see what I can do about that.”
Annabelle giggled, the sound happy and at peace. “You sound sure of yourself.”
“I know that I want to see more of you,” he said.
“I’m pretty sure that you’ve seen every inch of me.”
Logan groaned as he pulled out of her body. She tried to lower herself, but he turned her so he’d take her weight. “I might have missed an inch or two.”
Annabelle yawned. “I guess you’ll just have to do better next time.”
He pinched her side, making her gasp and jerk. “Watch it. I might have to find a way to keep your mouth busy if you keep getting smart.”
She licked her lips.
Damn—just that fast his cock stirred. He was too old to go again so soon, but maybe by the time they made it inside, he’d have recovered.