Glenn, Stormy - Love Sexy [True Blood Mate 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (17 page)

He reached up and stroked his fingers over the soft fur on Logan’s face, moving them up past the prominent curve of Logan’s cheekbones and then his eyes. Love’s breath caught in his throat when he moved them up past Logan’s forehead.

“Ears,” Love whispered as he stroked the small curved ears, “you have ears.”

Logan chuckled as he nuzzled Love’s throat. “Did you expect something else, baby?”

“That’s so fucking hot!”

“Glad I could oblige you.”

Love groaned deeply as Logan’s hands explored the soft lines of his chest, his waist, and his hips. They lightly traced a sensuous path over his skin. His lips traced a path over Love’s throat, occasionally nipping with his teeth.

Each touch of Logan’s hands on his body sent desire racing through him. He started rubbing his hands over Logan’s furry back and shoulders. He could feel Logan’s muscles quiver under his hands. They were thick, strong. The knowledge that such a powerful man was claiming him sent Love’s senses spiraling. Love started panting, his chest heaving.

“Logan,” Love cried out. He started to squirm beneath Logan. He wanted closer. He wanted to climb under Logan’s hot skin. He wanted to wrap Logan around his body and never be cold again. “Logan, please.”

“What do you want, baby?”

“I need...I need…”

“You need me,” Logan murmured against Love’s throat. “You need me to claim you. You need me to mark you as mine for all to see.”

“Yes!” Love cried out as Logan’s canines sank into the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. Logan knew exactly what Love needed. The bite mark on his neck would be visible to everyone, even after it healed. Everyone would know that Logan had claimed him.

Love could feel how much delight Logan took in claiming him by the increase in the power of his thrusts. His body melted against Logan’s, accepting him with a pleasure that was pure and explosive. Hunger spiraled through him.

A moan of ecstasy slipped through his lips as Logan’s cock rubbed across his prostate. His pleasure mounted with each thrust of Logan’s body. It was a raw act of possession, and Love craved it more than his next breath.

“Logan!” Love cried out as his body began to vibrate with liquid fire then exploded into a million glowing stars. Heat rippled under his skin as Logan cried out above him, filling him with the signs of his release.

As Logan’s hot seed filled him, Love felt a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in years. Everything seemed right in his world, a world that encompassed the man above him, in whatever form he was in.

Logan continued to nuzzle the side of Love’s neck, licking over the bite mark on his shoulder every few seconds. Love reached up and sank his fingers into Logan’s soft hair. Logan’s tongue felt like soft sandpaper across his skin. It made Love shiver in delight.

“You have to stay with me now, Love,” Logan whispered. “I’ve marked you, bonded with you. You can’t leave me.”

Love smiled even though he knew Logan couldn’t see it. He didn’t have any intention of leaving Logan, not now. But that didn’t mean he had any intention of letting the powerful beta walk all over him either. Logan might be the beta of his clan but to Love, he was simply a mate.

“I’m not going to leave you, Logan, but—”

Logan suddenly leaned back until they were face to face. “No buts.”

“But…” Love grinned. “I won’t be your doormat either.”

“Love, I never wanted you to be my doormat.”

Love pressed two of his fingers against Logan’s lips. “Then ask me to live with you. Don’t demand it.”

Logan frowned. “You know I’m not very good at this stuff.”

“I know, which is why I’m here. I’m going to keep you in line.”

A slow easy grin started to move across Logan’s lips. “You plan on keeping me in line?”

“I can do it.”

“You just might be right, babe.”

Love smirked and arched an eyebrow. “I know I’m right. Get used to it. It’s something you’ll be experiencing a lot.”

“You do remember that I’m the beta of my clan, right?”

“I do, but I’m not sure what that has to do with you and me.”

“Love, you can’t…” Logan licked his lips. His eyes darted away.

Love frowned. Logan seemed nervous. “Just say it. We shouldn’t have secrets between us, not if we want this to work.”

“You can’t challenge me in front of the clan, Love. It would make me look weak, and a weak beta is a dead beta.”

Love stared, speechless. This new world he now lived in scared the hell out of him. It was vastly different than anything he had ever experienced in the past. The rules were different, the etiquette unusual. Love wondered if he would survive it.

“So, maybe that’s something you can help me with. I can’t promise to keep my mouth shut because I’m not just built that way. But I don’t want to do anything that would put your life in danger.”

“As long as you’re willing to try, that’s all I want.”

“The same goes for you, beta. Remember that we’re partners, equals. I am not your slave, your boy toy, or your doormat. If you want something from me, ask. Don’t demand. I may be smaller than you, but I get just as irritated.”

Logan grinned. “You’re awfully sexy when you’re all worked up.”

“Does that mean you’re going to ask and not demand?”

“I’ll try, but you need to understand that there are some things I will not bend on.”

“Like?” Love asked. He was thrilled that Logan at least seemed to be willing to talk about things. If there was no compromise in their relationship, then they didn’t have much of a chance.

“Your safety, for one. I will never bend on that. You need to understand, Love. You’re entering a world you have no concept of. I wish that I could introduce you slowly, but I can’t. I need you with me now.”

“Is that your way of asking me to move in with you?” Love knew he had a heavy dose of sarcasm in his voice, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to live with Logan, but he wanted to be asked. He wanted to know that Logan really wanted him there.

Logan’s sudden smile seemed to be amused and a tad self-deprecating. “Love, would you please move in with me?”

Parting his lips, Love leaned up to kiss Logan. He brushed his tongue against Logan’s, groaning at the sweet sensation. Logan knew just how to send his senses swirling. Finally, out of breath, Love laid back. He stroked his hand down the side of Logan’s face and smiled.

“I’ll think about it.”

Chapter 12

Logan chuckled from his position on the bed as he watched Love staring at himself in the mirror. His little mate was positioning the new black fuzzy ears on his head that Logan had given him. Love kept turning this way and that, looking at his ears.

“You look sexy as hell, and you know it,” Logan said. “Stop fussing.”

Love swung around, a glare on his face and his hands planted firmly on his hips. “Do you think this look is easy?”

Logan blinked. “Uh, no?”

He wasn’t sure what the correct answer was. He thought Love was sexy whether he spent an hour in front of the mirror or just woke up in the morning. No man could be as attractive as Love without it being natural. The eyeliner, ears, and the clothes were just window dressing.

“I’ve spent hours in front of the mirror trying to get this look perfect. I think I know when it’s right.”

Ah, so the high maintenance begins
, Logan thought to himself as he rolled to the side of the bed and sat up. He needed to nip that in the bud right now. Logan gestured with his hand for Love to come stand between his thighs.

“Come here, baby.”

Love rolled his eyes and strode across the room with a haughty swing in his hips. “What?” Love’s silky voice held a challenge that Logan couldn’t ignore.

Logan grabbed Love’s arms and swung him around. He heard Love yelp as he landed on the bed. Logan followed him down, covering Love’s body with his own, stretching Love’s arms up over his head.

“Who are you getting all dolled up for, Love?”

“You.” Love frowned.

“Then you need to listen to me when I say you look fine. The eyeliner, the ears, even the clothes, they all look nice, and they make you look great. But, baby, to be honest, you look just as sexy when you wake up first thing in the morning with nothing on.”

Logan barely restrained himself from growling when Love’s lower lip slipped out and he started to pout. It was probably the sexiest damn thing he had ever seen. Logan grabbed both of Love’s hands with one of his then reached down with the other hand and rubbed his finger across Love’s lips.

“This, however, this I’m in full support of.”

Love started laughing. “You like my lip?”

“I like your pouty lip.”

Logan chuckled when Love stuck it out further. Maybe high maintenance wasn’t so bad after all. He leaned in and nipped at Love’s lips with his teeth then soothed it with his tongue. Love’s long, drawn-out groan surprised him, and he leaned back to look into his eyes.

“Love?”

“You’ve got this whole dominance thing down to an art form, don’t you?” Love asked as he pulled on his hands just a little. Not enough to really get himself free, though, just enough to wiggle around a little and feel the pressure of Logan’s hand wrapped around his wrists.

“You like me that way.” Logan grinned at the exasperation on Love’s face. Somehow, Logan knew it was true. Love wanted him to be dominant. He just didn’t want Logan to be an ass about it. Logan could live with that.

“Do I really have to meet your entire clan?”

“You do.”

“Couldn’t we have like a small get-together or something? I could meet a few at a time.”

“Love—”

“What if they don’t like me?” Love whispered.

Logan smiled down at Love as he stroked the side of his face. “I like you, and that’s all they need to know. They will accept you because you’re my mate.”

“Well, it would be nice if they accepted me because they liked me, too. I don’t want them to like me just because I’m your mate.” Love started to pout again. “I’ll never make any friends that way.”

“You, my sweet little pup…” Logan tapped the end of Love’s nose, “don’t need to do anything except be yourself, and they won’t be able to stop from liking you.”

Love snorted and rolled his eyes. “Boy, have I got you snowballed.”

“Love, you—”

Logan’s words were interrupted by a loud pounding on the bedroom door. “Logan, I need you out here. The clan is starting to get restless, and Asher is arriving.”

Logan recognized the voice as his brother’s and groaned. He rolled to the side of the bed and stood up, then reached back for Love. “Come on, babe, as much as I would prefer staying in bed with you, duty calls.”

Love took Logan’s hand and scooted off the bed. Logan smirked when Love straightened his shirt then checked his ears. Love brushed his dark hair back from his face then drew in a deep breath.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Logan didn’t think Love looked like he was ready. His face was tense and just a bit on the pale side. He was also chewing on this thumb. Logan suddenly remembered Matt’s words about what to do when Love was nervous, and he remembered the small bag of lollipops that had come with the ears.

“Hold on, baby.”

Logan hurried to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled the bag out and carried it to Love. “I think you might need these. I forgot to give them to you earlier.”

Love frowned in confusion until he looked inside the bag. Logan wasn’t prepared for the squeal of delight that fell from Love’s mouth or the bouncing mate that he suddenly had in his arms.

“Thank you!” Love said as he peppered Logan’s face with kisses.

“I told you I wouldn’t forget.” Logan chuckled as he hugged his mate before slapping him on the ass. “Now, pop one of those in your mouth and let’s go downstairs and see what has my brother’s pantyhose in a bunch.”

Love laughed and quickly dug into the bag. He pulled a lollipop out and unwrapped it, then popped it into his mouth. Logan’s groan was almost as loud as Love’s. There was nothing quite like listening to his mate moan in pleasure.

“Come on, babe, if I don’t get you out of this room, we’re never leaving.”

Logan held out his hand to Love then led his mate from the room once he took it. Love bounced along side of Logan, looking happy as all get-out with his lollipop in his mouth and black, fuzzy ears on his head.

He was adorable.

Logan had no idea how his clan would accept Love, but he knew he was perfectly happy with the one fate had given him. Love might be high maintenance, but Logan liked him that way.

Logan could feel the eyes of his clan on him and Love as they descended the stairs. He stopped half way down and pulled Love to his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He smiled when Love edged a little closer then faced his clan.

“This is my mate, Love.” His stern voice brooked no protests. He could feel Love tremble beside him and knew the tone affected him just as much as it did the people below them. It was the voice of the beta. “I’d like you to welcome him into our clan.”