Fighting Fate (14 page)

Logan stood quickly, pushing the table back. He was on his knees in front of her, his head in her

lap, before she could finish her sentence…or even remember what she was about to say.

“I’m sorry for making you cry, baby. God, I’m so sorry. After all we’ve been through separately

and together, I take what was supposed to be a night for us and ruin it being an asshole.”

She ran her hand through his hair, the silky tendrils brushing over her skin, calming her wolf…

and the human part of herself.

Finding every ounce of courage she possessed, she told him what she wanted. What she felt.

“I want you, Logan. I want to be your mate. I’m ready to take that plunge and find out what we

could be with each other. Is it too soon? Maybe. But I’m tired of fighting fate. Fighting what I’m

scared of. We have a hell of a war in front of us when it comes to the Centrals, and I’d rather you be

by my side than away from me because we’re too scared to take the next step.”

Logan lifted his head and cupped her face. She leaned into his touch, the calluses on his hands

grounding her in the present, rather than in the fear of the future or the pain of the past.

“We’re a couple of idiots, but damn it, my wolf is ready for you. Is the man? Honestly I don’t

think anyone could be ready for the woman in front of me. And that’s a good thing, princess.”

Cailin grinned. She’d heard the latter a time or two. “And you think anyone could be ready for

you?”

“I guess that’s why we’re mates.”

Cailin’s smile fell and she shook her head. “No, we’re not mates yet. Not really, Logan.”

His thumb brushed her lips. “Then let’s get on that.”

“Seriously? That’s the line you’re using? ‘Let’s get on that?’” She rolled her eyes, happy for the

levity in a situation where she felt she was floundering.

Logan stood, lifting her up in the process. “I can do better.” She wrapped her legs around his

waist and rested her head on his. “Cailin Jamenson. Yours is the soul I want connected to mine, the

soul I need. Your fierceness and strength have never and will never be diminished. I want to spend

the rest of my long life with you and fight by your side. I want to fall in love with you in every way

possible. I want to watch you grow round with our child. I want to see the way you smile and snark

back until the day we are no longer of this earth. I will never hold you back, even when my wolf is

begging me to protect you. I will find a way to protect you and have you protect me in the process. I

want a partnership, a friendship, a relationship. I want it all.”

Cailin swallowed, tears filling her eyes.

Logan licked his lips, and her gaze followed his tongue. “I want it all, Cailin. I want forever. I’m

not easy, but I know you’re sure as hell not easy.”

She punched him hard, and Logan grinned.

“See? The abuse already.”

“I’ll show you how tough I am,” she taunted.

His smile fell, and he looked serious. “I know how tough you are, princess. I’ve stood back

because I knew you needed time. Once more, I held back last night because I thought you needed

more. I was wrong. So fucking wrong. But you know what that means? I’m not holding back anymore.

You’re mine, Cailin Jamenson. I’m not letting you go.”

“Good. Because I’m not letting you go either.”

Logan bit her lip, and she shuddered, the slight sting feeling oh-so-good. “I won’t give you a

choice, princess. You want me? You’ve got me. I’m going to mark you tonight, make love to you, fuck

you hard, and show you what it means to be with me. We can worry about the practical parts of what

our mating will be and how we will need to learn each other later. Right now? Right now I need in

you so bad I can barely think.”

“Then be in me.”

Goddess, please, be in me.

Logan grinned. “Since you asked so nicely.” He wrapped her hair around his fist, tugging her

head to the side. With a growl, he licked one long swipe over her neck and shoulder—right where he

would soon mark her.

She groaned and dug her nails into his back, wanting more,
craving
more. Her wolf nudged at

her, pushing her to go faster, harder.

“What are you grinning at, princess?” Logan asked, his eyes glowing gold with arousal.

Cailin leaned in and nipped at his chin. “My wolf wants it hard. Fast. And now. I was just

thinking that the woman in me doesn’t have a problem with that.”

Her mate—oh goddess, that sounded good to say—grinned. “That I can work with, princess.

That I can fucking work with.”

Logan crushed his mouth to hers, burying his tongue against hers, and she moaned. He kissed her

as though this was the last moment they would have together, as though he’d die without her there to

quench his thirst.

“I need to taste you,” he growled, low, filled with promise.

She arched into him, wrapping her legs and arms around him as he carried her to the dining room

table.

“I’m going to taste every inch of that sweet cunt, let your juices run down my face, and then

you’re going to suck my cock and show me how talented that wicked tongue of yours is.”

If there was an Olympics for dirty talk, Logan would win gold hands down. Hell, he’d win

silver and bronze, too, for that matter.

Her panties were drenched from his intent and words alone.

And from the way his eyes lit up as he inhaled her arousal, she was sure he knew what he’d find

when he stuck his hands down her pants.

Oh goddess, please let him stick his hands down my pants
.

He stuck his hand down her pants.

Okay, so it was more of a gentle caress after he set her down on her feet. His eyes never left hers

as he palmed her belly then moved lower, oh so lower, until he wiggled his fingers and slid them

underneath the waistband of her jeans. She did her best not to let her eyes cross as he cupped her

pussy over her panties in a possessive hold that made her want to howl in triumph.

“So wet for me, princess. I’m going to lick up every drop.”

He slowly slid his hand back out then knelt before her.

“Got to tell you, Logan, I sure like the look of you on your knees at my feet,” she breathed as he

peeled off her pants and panties in one swoop.

“You’ve said that, princess. Your wish is my command…for now.” He grinned at her then

scrunched the bottom of her shirt in his hands.

“Let me help.” She tugged off her shirt, undid her bra, and threw them both in a pile as quickly as

she could. “Help me with your shirt. I want to look at all those muscles as you lick me.”

Her soon-to-be mate gave her a rough chuckle then stripped off his shirt, the movement making

each muscle in his arms stand out.

And he was hers. All hers.

Before she could say as much, he had his hands on her ass, pushing her up. She reached back to

steady herself on the table and wiggled slightly so her bottom rested on the edge.

Then Logan went to town.

He licked around her clit then sucked on her lower lips, breathing hot air every so often against

her. She squirmed at his touches, wanting more, but then he put his hand on her stomach, keeping her

still.

She loved it when he did that.

Cailin let her head fall back as he sucked her pussy, spearing her with two, then three, fingers.

He curled them at that perfect angle, pressing against that swelling bundle of nerves, and she knew

she was done for.

With his name on her lips, she came, her body blushing, heating, and still craving his hard cock

inside her.

She finally opened her eyes to watch him staring at her, hovering as he licked her juices off his

lips. Holy hell, that was such a hot thing to see.

“My turn.” With effort, since she’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life, she hopped off

the table and knelt before him. “Turn a bit and grip the table. I want to suck you down.”

He did as he was told then brushed his hand through her hair, a small smile on his face. “Got to

say, Cailin, I like the look of you on your knees at my feet.”

She grinned as she undid his pants, carefully sliding the zipper down. “See? Perfect for each

other.”

With his help, she got him out of his pants and had her hand on his cock before he could answer.

The weight of him warmed her palm, and she slid up and down his length, getting to know every inch

of him. When he panted harder, she licked the crown then around the head before taking her time to

taste those inches she’d just studied. His salty flavor settled on her tongue, and she wanted more. She

licked up and down his shaft then sucked on his balls, rolling them in her mouth one at a time. Her

mate rolled his hips, and she knew she’d teased him long enough.

She sat back on her haunches, relaxed her jaw, and then swallowed him all the way to the root.

“Holy fuck, Cailin,” Logan breathed.

Undaunted, she breathed through her nose, letting his cock slide down into her throat. Then she

swallowed.

“Fuck!”

Her eyes watering, she let him slide out of her mouth and then sucked him down again, this time

using one hand to cover the length that couldn’t fit in her mouth. She bobbed her head, hollowing her

cheeks, loving the control she had over him.

Oh yeah, this big bad-boy dominant wolf might have his hand wrapped in her hair, might be

pushing her head so she took him deeper, but
she
was the one who set him on edge.

She was the one currently letting her free hand reach around to his ass so she could play with his

hole. He shifted his stance to give her better access, and she grinned. Oh yeah, her bad boy was

totally dirty.

As soon as she pulled back to lick her finger, she met his gaze. Damn it, she couldn’t wait to

mark him. To be marked by him.

Soon.

She sucked him down again, this time using her finger to breach his hole. Her mate sucked in a

breath then relaxed as she found his prostate. She rubbed it softly, still sucking his cock, and let her

body do what it knew best.

Taking care of her mate.

“I’m going to come, Cailin.”

Good.

She didn’t let him pull her away but, instead, pressed harder until she heard him shout and felt

his cock stiffen in her mouth before come landed on her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed

fast, taking as much as she could until she was sure he was spent.

At least for now.

“You shouldn’t have done that, mate of mine,” Logan said as he carried her to the bedroom, a

very satisfied cat-in-cream expression on his face. “I wanted to come in that pretty pussy of yours.”

“You’re a werewolf with supernatural stamina. I think you can come more than once in a night.”

He threw his head back and laughed before throwing her down on the bed. She bounced and

glared.

“Hey!”

Logan dropped right next to her, putting his hands behind his head. “Giddy-up.”

“Oh my God. Giddy-up? That’s your line?”

“My cock was just down your throat. I think we’re past lines.”

“True,” she said as she straddled him. Who knew sex could be so much fun?

He moved then, gripping her hips. “Ride me hard, and then I’ll fuck you harder. Then we can

mark each other and claim ourselves as mates for all eternity. You in?”

“In.” She slid down his length slowly until he was fully seated within her, stretching her so much

she thought he must have grown since the previous night. “Or should I say, you’re in?”

Logan gave a strained chuckle. “I see how it’s going to be. Bad dirty jokes until we’re laughing

so hard even as I’m inside you that we’re both crying. I like it.”

She grinned. “Me too.”

Then she moved.

She rolled her hips, letting him stay within her fully as the base of his cock rubbed her clit.

Taunting. Teasing. Then he gripped her hips harder, lifting her slightly so he could thrust in and out of

her at a dizzying pace. She braced herself on his shoulders as they fucked each other, his cock

slamming into her as if he couldn’t go deep enough.

“Need. More.”

At his growled words, she came again, surprising herself, then gasped as Logan switched

positions. She found herself on her back, one leg over Logan’s shoulder as he pistoned into her, sweat

rolling down both of their bodies. She clutched at him, her nails digging deep, breaking skin. She

didn’t care. She just needed him inside her.

As soon as her body arched over that threshold again, she lowered her leg, baring her neck. She

needed his fangs in her. Logan moved her head back and met her eyes. For a moment she thought he

was changing his mind, and a fresh slash of pain cut into her heart, and then he kissed her.

So soft, a bare whisper of lips even as he thrust into her with all the strength of a dominant male.

“Mine,” he growled low.

“Yours,” she whispered back through tears.

She moved her head back into position, and he bit into her shoulder. She cried out as she came,

her pussy tightening around his cock. A warm magic, like a sense of heat, electrifying anticipation,

and home, slid through her, the beginning of a bond, as her wolf howled in triumph.