Logan's Acadian Wolves (11 page)

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I’m sure. Please.” She released a small gasp as he tugged the cord free and the flimsy material floated away. Her nipples hardened at the thought of Logan seeing her this way.

Logan didn’t think his cock could get any harder but he was wrong. The sight of her gorgeous, perfect breasts nearly made him drop her. He ran his fingers through her wet hair then slowly trailed them across her throat. Skimming his fingertips down the valley of her chest, he stopped to rest his palm upon her belly.

“You’re incredible. So, so beautiful, Wynter.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her face. She was struggling with her own arousal. And selfishly, he considered whether he should make love to her right there in the pool. But she needed to learn from him, not just pleasure but what it would mean for her to be wolf.

“Logan, please,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

“Breathe, baby. You’re doing so well. Relaxing. Almost naked,” he joked.

“Almost,” she agreed. She opened her eyes and gave him a sensual smile.

“You sure? Once you go wolf, you never go back.”

“Yes, stop teasing me,” she cried. She wanted his fingers on her, in her. What was he doing?

With great restraint, Logan slipped his fingers into the side of her bikini bottoms, ever so gently gliding his fingers across her hip. Effortlessly, he tugged the strings on one side then the other. As the panties floated away, no barrier existed between them.
Goddess almighty, she was exquisite
. He wanted so badly to take her. From her reaction, he knew it’d be easy. He watched her chest heave up and down in anticipation of his touch. But in the moment, he was certain he’d never be satisfied with having just part of her. He needed the truth. Craved it.

Overwhelmed with arousal, Wynter moaned loudly in protest when he removed his hands. Why wasn’t he touching her? Didn’t he find her desirable?
Oh God, she was naked in a pool with the New Orleans Alpha. Jax was going to freak out if he found out.
Her heart began to race with worry.

“Little wolf, you need to stop thinking so much. Lay back and relax into the water. I’ve got you, now. Just listen to my voice,” Logan told her. His patience was of far greater strength than his libido. He wanted to fuck her, but it would be on his terms not hers. “That’s it, just breathe….in and out. Hear the sounds around you. Smell the scents in the air. Soon, little wolf, you’ll be born into your new life.”

Obeying him came naturally as she forced herself to listen to his calm voice. Despite her water-filled ears, the sounds became louder. The more she concentrated, the more she heard. Music played in the distance. A car horn honked. Footsteps echoed on the pavement, coming closer and closer. Wynter’s eyes flashed open to Logan’s and then she rapidly turned her head, seeking the source. Dimitri. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment.

“Please,” she croaked, trying to sit up and cover herself. Logan brushed a calming hand over her hair and her eyes caught his.

“It’s okay. I’m here with you, baby. Holding you. Protecting you. It’s just Dimitri. He’s wolf. And by the way he’s looking at you, I’d say that he agrees that you’re every bit as amazing as I think you are.”

“But I…I…don’t know,” she protested.

Logan nodded to Dimitri who continued walking and eventually entered his home.

“Whatever you feel, it’s natural. Even arousal, it’s what we are.”

Wynter didn’t want to talk about what she felt; it was wrong, dirty. She was so horny; that had to be why she’d felt so aroused when Dimitri looked upon her bareness. She wasn’t really attracted to him, yet she’d reacted. And Logan, he simply drove her mad with need. Skin to skin, her proximity to him overloaded her senses. Her pussy ached for him, yet he made no attempt to kiss or touch her. She struggled to find the words to tell him how she felt.

“Please Logan,” she groaned. “This is…I’m so…I feel…”

Logan knew exactly how she felt, and he felt the same. He reached across her body and caressed her slippery breast, finally giving in to the temptation. His cock throbbed, begging to be inside her as he watched her wriggle within his grasp. She moaned in response, and he slid his hand up her chest, settling it on her cheek. Running his thumb along the seam of her lips, her mouth parted at his touch, allowing his thumb to enter. She wrapped her lips around his finger as if she was sucking his cock.
Fuck, she was pushing him to the brink.
Logan sucked a breath at the feel of her simulating oral sex on his hand. He pulled his thumb out and spread the moisture on her lower lip. .

“What do you need, Wynter?” He knew he shouldn’t touch her but Goddess; she was so responsive.

Wynter’s eyes opened, meeting his. “I need you,” she whispered.

Barely audible to human ears, her soft words were all he needed to act. Sliding his hand to cradle the nape of her neck, he brought her to him and kissed her. Water sluiced downward as he pulled her tightly against him, hungrily taking his lips to hers.

Jolted upward, Wynter readily met Logan’s lips, wrapping her legs around his waist. As his tongue pushed into hers, she thought she would melt away. Like a tight coil that had just been sprung, all her energy released into their embrace. Her hands raked into his damp hair. Clutching at him, she never wanted him to let her go. She writhed her slick mound against his abdomen, unable to reach the friction she sought. But the taste of him would have to sate her for now, because he didn’t touch her there yet. So she simply let herself go, accepting whatever he’d give her.

At the first taste of her, Logan pressed Wynter up against the side of the pool. She tasted like the sweetest peach, so entirely ripe for him. She’d met his kiss with hunger, not fear, taking and giving. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt an instinctive connection with a woman. It was as if her energy was pouring into his veins, heightening all his senses. Logan deepened the kiss, barely able to restrain himself from grabbing his shaft and thrusting it deep into her. He could feel her swollen folds below wriggling against the small nest of hair above his rigid flesh. It would be so easy to slip into her heat. But he swore that he wouldn’t take her like this in the pool. No, when he took her for the first time, there’d be no secrets between them. She’d have to be as emotionally bare as she was physically.

A buzzer sounded faintly as he felt her wrap her small fingers around his cock. “Fuck,” he grunted at the feel of her touch. She was a fast little wolf, he thought. It felt so good, but this wasn’t happening now. He grabbed her wrist, bringing it quickly to his chest and placed her palm flat against him.

The rush of desire flowed throughout Wynter’s body. She was done waiting. Her whole life she’d been waiting for something, for someone to make her feel this way. It was as if she was coming alive for the very first time in her life. Animalistic. Wanton. Free. She couldn’t get enough of Logan. As he kissed her, she gave into her instinct to take; reaching down between her own legs, she found his hard arousal. It felt enormous in her fingers. Desperately wanting to bring him pleasure, she stroked it up and down until he breathed a groan into her mouth. She felt his firm grip manacle around her own, denying her.
Why? Why was he stopping?
No, this couldn’t be happening.

And as his lips pulled away from hers, she slumped forward, desperately trying to catch her breath, her sanity. Oh God, she’d done something wrong, she just knew it. But she didn’t even care. She just wanted, yearned. Logan made her feel and she didn’t want to go back to who she was.

Their foreheads pressed together, hearts beating frantically from their encounter. Slowly, they both opened their eyes, panting. Sensing his visitors, Logan retreated.

“Wynter,” he breathed. How he’d managed to have enough control to remove her hand from his dick was beyond him. He seriously thought he’d have to go stick his cock in an ice bucket after this tryst. Painful as it was, this wasn’t the time or place for their first time. But after that one kiss, he was quite certain that without a doubt, he planned on making love to her long and hard as soon as she revealed what she’d been really doing in New Orleans.

“Logan, I…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have.”
I’m sorry?
No I’m not.

“No, don’t lie, baby. Remember the rules,” he reminded her with a brief kiss.

She laughed, still clutched onto him, their eyes mere inches from one another. “Okay, not sorry,” she admitted.

Before she knew what was happening, Logan’s hands were on her waist, hoisting her onto the edge of the pool into a sitting position. His eyes never leaving hers, he pulled a sun-warmed towel from behind her and covered her with it.

“Thank you,” Wynter responded softly, somewhat shaken by their kiss.

“You’re very welcome.” Logan smiled then looked over his shoulder.
Company.

Female voices jarred her connection with Logan, drawing her attention to two women who’d obviously been watching their interaction. Dimitri took the redheaded woman into his arms, kissing her on the lips. Obviously, they were more than friends. The other woman, dressed in a tight black pencil skirt and red bustier, with long black hair and bangs, stared at Wynter. Very Goth, Wynter noted, wondering if the women were also wolves. A hand to her knee brought her focus back to Logan.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and relax for a while? Fiona,” Logan gestured over to the redhead, who appeared as a love child with her peasant skirt and wild curly hair. “She’s going to help you get settled in.”

Wynter’s brow wrinkled at his suggestion.

“Hey, trust me, Fi’s okay. She was here last night. She won’t hurt you. You’ll see. It’ll all work out….now go. I’ll see you in a few hours,” he promised, and swam over to greet his guests.

Jealousy flared in her stomach as she watched Logan emerge from the water, exiting the pool, his sheer masculinity on display for all to see. To her dismay, both women turned their attention to his amazing body, letting their eyes roam all over him.
Who wouldn’t look?
The man was utterly confident, good-looking and oh so very Alpha. Of course, he’d have women chasing him left and right.

That very second, reality came crashing down upon her. She wasn’t in some fairytale where the girl got the prince. She was in serious fucking trouble with a major corporation who planned on dragging her sorry ass back to the lab to finish the abomination she’d started. And the gorgeous Alpha she’d been throwing herself at five minutes ago only wanted the information she held so he could protect his pack, not to mention that he probably had a different bitch warming his bed every night.

As she stood, she caught a glimpse of him wrapping a towel around his waist. The fabric tented, barely holding in place. Like a crushing blow to her gut, she watched as he took the Goth Chick into his arms and hugged her. The erection she gave him was touching another woman, and it sickened her to the core. Turning her head, she gathered her cover-up, and stood. Her bathing suit appeared to have sunk to the very bottom of the pool, and she had no intention of going in after it. Inaudibly to others, she swore that she heard something growl.
Was it her?

This wolf thing was starting to get on her nerves.
Did she really have an animal inside of her?
Instead of letting fear rule her, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to picture a wolf, her wolf.
Where are you?
Wynter saw nothing and huffed in frustration. If she was a wolf, it was only a matter of time before she shifted. She knew from her friend how it worked. Somewhere inside her lurked the beast that would claw to the surface, and there wasn’t a damn thing she’d be able to do about it. The wolf was part of the human and vice versa.

Either way, she was disgusted with herself and Logan. Disoriented and confused, she didn’t understand what had just happened. Wynter could have sworn she’d felt something emotional between them in the pool, something other than just lust. But now? Now, he seemed quite content to rub the evidence of his arousal against a strange woman right in front of her. She steeled her nerves, feigning indifference, and casually walked toward the group.
Let the fun begin.

Pulling the towel tightly around her, every muscle in her body tensed as she approached. Determined not to shatter, she tried to ignore her feelings. Her eyes darted over to Logan once again. No longer hugging, Goth Chick cupped his face, running her blood red fingernails down his cheek. They seemed to be having an intense conversation, and she wondered if they were lovers.

“Hi there. Feeling better?” Wynter heard the redhead ask.

Tearing her eyes away from the sight of Logan and the other woman, she gave Red a tight smile. “Yes, much better. Fiona?”

“Yes,” Fiona grabbed one of Wynter’s hands, giving it a quick squeeze. She was holding a few large shopping bags. “Nice to see you looking better. We were worried about you last night. You were so sick but now I can see everything’s just fine.”

Fine? Really?
So not fine. Not even close
, Wynter thought.

Before Wynter had a chance to respond to Fiona, she glanced up to Dimitri who gave her a warm but knowing smile. “Looks like you got some sun. Enjoy your swim?”

She tried very hard not to roll her eyes at his smart assed question and settled on giving him a cool smile.

“Swim. Yeah. It was a great
swim
.
Swimming
is awesome,” she said, shaking her head. Is that what wolves called it now? Did swimming equate to writhing naked against the hottest Alpha male she’d ever seen? These wolves seemed to know their way around euphemisms.

Dimitri laughed heartily at the feisty little wolf’s response. She certainly looked to be getting hot and heavy with his Alpha. And now, her behavior was bordering on aggressive. Almost as if she was territorial. Interesting.

“Leave her alone, Dimitri,” Fiona told him with a light swat to his shoulder. “Come on now, I’m sure your swim was quite lovely before we arrived. Are you ready to go get settled in your room?”

“Certainly,” Wynter responded in an almost professional tone. As if she was compelled, she could not keep her eyes off Logan as Goth Chick proceeded to trail her talons down his bare shoulder, settling her palm on his chest. A hot anger surged from within and before she knew what she was doing, Wynter found herself walking. Easily squeezing her small but strong body between Logan and Goth Chick, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him.