The Wolf's Mate Book 6: Logan & Jenna (10 page)

“So far no one has seen anything
out of the ordinary.  Is Jenna recovering well?”

He watched her stand and
stretch, the shirt she wore lifting high with the motion and revealing the
ivory skin of her belly.  Desire hit him like a hammer between the eyes.

“She’s doing fine, Bo.  I
need to go, I’ll talk to you later.”

Bo spoke more, but Logan
didn’t hear what he said, ending the call and sliding the phone into his back
pocket.  He stalked to Jenna as his wolf howled in his mind.  His shadow fell
over her and she looked up at him.

She turned to face him.  She
closed her eyes, opening her mouth and taking in a deep breath.  Her hands
touched his chest and slid up to his shoulders and down his arms, where she
captured both of his hands in hers.

She lifted one of his hands
to her cheek, rubbing against his palm where the star-shaped mark from their
blood bonding reminded him of what they now shared.

“Why are we waiting?” she
said in a soft voice.  Her lips pressed against his palm, over the mark, and
his body throbbed.  “You’re my mate.  It’s in our nature to bond in every way.”

Her words brought him up
short and he frowned.  Had she just said it was in “their” nature?  That
sounded suspiciously like something one wolf might say to another.  He opened
his mouth to ask her if she was feeling okay, when her teeth closed over the
side of his wrist and bit down.

He groaned as her teeth sank
into his flesh and all thought fled from his mind.  He fisted her hair, pulling
her away from his flesh, and she made a growling, pleading sound before he silenced
her protests with his lips.  She went up on her toes and wrapped her arms
around his neck, pulling on him until he lifted her.  Her feet locked at his
lower back and she ground the apex of her thighs against his hard cock.

He pulled from her mouth so
he could walk into the house without running them into a wall, and she latched
her lips and clever tongue on his ear, almost making him fall over.

Her tongue traced the curve
of his ear and she nipped his ear lobe.  “You taste good, Logan,” she purred, her
fingernails scraping against his skull, her body riding his as he carried her.

“Fuck, Jenna,” he groaned,
desperate to drop to his knees and tear their clothes off so he could sink
inside her.

He lengthened his strides,
moving through the house on sheer instinct because her hands and mouth were
making his brain turn to mush.  His legs hit the bed and he lowered her
gently.  As he lifted up from her, her teeth dragged down his neck.

He straightened and jerked
his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.  Jenna’s hands trembled as she
reached for her top, and he picked up her hands and kissed them.  “Let me,
love.”

His fingers slipped under the
shirt, feeling the heat of her skin as he pushed the fabric up.  She stretched
her arms over her head and he pulled the shirt free of her body, throwing it
aside.  Her large breasts were covered in white lace.  Slowly he drew his hands
down her arms and the sides of her body, cupping her breasts as he leaned down
to kiss her.

He could feel her nipples
pebble under his palms through the thin material, and he pulled down on the
cups until her breasts were freed.  Her tongue slid against his in a dizzying
dance.  He left her plump lips, nipping and kissing across her jaw to her ear.

Her nails dug into his
shoulders.  He lifted his head to look into her eyes, finding them dark gray
and luminous.  He could hear her heart pounding and could scent her arousal.

He’d never wanted anyone more
than he wanted Jenna.  His wolf was clawing in his mind to mate with her and
make her his forever.  She lifted her head and kissed him, mashing their lips
together and thrusting her tongue into his mouth with a throaty moan.  He
slipped his hands around her back and found the clasp of her bra, fumbling with
it for a few moments until it opened.  He wanted to shout triumphantly.

Her hands moved down his
chest to the waistband of his jeans, undoing them quickly.  She pushed on his
chest gently and he pulled away from the drugging kiss to look at her.  Her
face was flushed and her eyes were bright.  He undid the button and zipper of
her jeans, spreading the material apart and bending down to kiss the bare flesh
of her body.

He realized she wasn’t
wearing panties.  Glancing up at her, he saw her wicked smile and felt
incredibly lucky to have such a gorgeous, willing woman as his mate.  He
maneuvered the tight pants down her legs, tossing her shoes aside before he
stripped her completely.  He straightened, tugging on the center of the bra and
pulling it away from her body.

Her lush body lay before him,
and he was struck dumb at the sight.  Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts
heaving as she panted, and the scent of her arousal was enough to drive him to
his knees.

Following his instincts, he
dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart, making room for his wide
shoulders.  Her sex was bare, her silky, smooth skin glistening with arousal. 
He lifted her knees to his shoulders and wrapped his hands around her thighs,
dipping his head to inhale the sweet scent of her desire.  She smelled like
rain and flowers, sweet and wet.

He stroked his tongue up one
side of her pussy and she moaned, her hands slapping on the bed and her legs
tightening.  Stroking the other side of her plump pussy, he wiggled his tongue
between her lips and tasted her sweet wetness.  Tilting his head, he circled
her entrance and lashed at her clit.  She moaned his name, and it inflamed him,
fanning the fires of passion that coiled inside him.  He wanted her to come so
he could watch her fall apart.

Moving one hand, he found her
clit with his finger and licked at her pussy, rubbing the hard bud.  Her legs
began to tremble, her feet pressing into his back.  Spreading her open with the
fingers of one hand, he stroked his tongue up her pussy to her clit and licked
fast circles around it.  He looked up her body, watching her shoulders rock
back and forth on the bed as her head kicked back, her hands clenched in the
covers.  Sucking her clit into his mouth, he lashed the tip with his tongue.

“Logan, Logan,” she panted.

Her voice spurred him on, and
he lapped at her, deviling her clit until her back bowed and her mouth opened
on a cry of pleasure.  Her legs tightened around his head and her hips moved
against his mouth as he released his hold on her clit and stroked her lightly,
gently with his tongue.

His hands trembled as he stood
and pushed his jeans down his legs, Jenna’s legs falling to the bed.  Her eyes
opened and she watched him strip, a small smile curving her lips.

“You’re so beautiful.”  She
scooted back on the bed as he climbed up between her legs.

He shook his head.  “Not me,
love. 
You’re
beautiful.”

He moved over her and her
legs caught his hips as her hands went to his shoulders.  She lifted her head
from the pillow and kissed him.  “You are, Logan.  Your eyes are like chocolate. 
Your body is carved like a statue.”  One hand slipped down his body and grasped
his cock, eliciting a groan from his throat.  “And this, I bet, rivals just
about any cock within a hundred miles.”

He opened his mouth to tell
her that she was amazing, but she slid her warm hand up and down his cock,
spreading the drop of pre-come around on the head with her thumb, and he
couldn’t form any words.  Only an inarticulate grunt came from his throat,
followed by a groan, when she lifted her thumb to her lips and flicked her
tongue across it, tasting him.

She hummed in her throat. 
“You taste good.”

He dipped his head and kissed
her, settling into the cradle of her hips.  “You taste good, too, baby,” he
said, nudging her pussy with his cock.

Her legs drew him forward and
they both groaned as his cock sank into her depths.  He was big and she was
tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her, but she urged him on, lifting her hips
until he was buried deep.

She held his gaze, the back
of her hand tenderly grazing his cheek, and all the emotions that were rioting
around in his mind were visible in her beautiful eyes.  It was too soon to say
the words, wasn’t it?  To say just how deeply he felt towards her.  Even though
he could howl them to the moon and they would be the most truthful words he’d
ever spoken.

She moved under him, writhing
and panting, as if she were suddenly overcome with the need to make love.  He
was walking a fine line of losing control.  He moved his hips, pulling out and
plunging in, with a slow rhythm.  He wanted her to come again before he lost
it.

Swiveling his hips, he
reached for one of her legs and pulled it up higher on his side.  Her pussy
tightened around him and she moaned his name.  He moved in and out of her,
their bodies slick with sweat.  Her hands gripped him, her nails digging into
his skin.  Her body tensed and she gasped, screaming his name as she came.  Her
body locked down on his like a fist, pushing him off the edge.  His cock
spasmed inside her and nothing had ever felt so right or so amazing, as making
love to his mate.

She licked up the side of his
neck, her hands sliding into his hair and fisting the short strands.  “Mine,”
she growled and bit down hard.  He felt her teeth break through his skin and he
was overcome with the need to mark her in return.  His fangs elongated, and with
a sharp growl, he sank his teeth into her neck.  She released her hold on his
neck with a soft sound, her arms moving around his shoulders and pulling him
closer.

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he
said after he extracted his fangs and licked across the marks.  “Forever.”

“Yes, Logan,” she purred,
squeezing his hips with her thighs.  “Forever.”

* * * * *

“Where are you going?”  Jenna
asked in a groggy voice Thursday morning, cuddling the pillow under her head.

“Full moon duty, baby,
remember?”

She made a humming sound and
rolled over onto her back, stretching her arms over her head and twisting
slightly, which made the sheet slip off her body.  Which was temptingly naked. 
He pinched the edge of the sheet and covered her up again, ignoring her smirk as
he stood.

“Do you want to come with
me?”  He didn’t exactly want her to come, because there would be half a dozen
young males that would act like idiots trying to impress her, and he didn’t
want to have to knock heads.  But he didn’t want to leave her alone, either. 
He could drop her off at Jason and Cades’ home, which was a hundred yards from
the full moon meeting place, but his wolf nixed the idea and he didn’t
disagree.  No one should look after his woman but him.

She sat up and cocked her
head to the side, her hair spilling around her shoulder, the silver strands
glinting in the light from the window.  “I don’t know.  Do I have to do any
heavy lifting?”

Tugging on shorts and jeans,
he laughed.  “Of course not.  That’s what all the young wolves do; I’m just
keeping an eye on them.  You put a bunch of idiots together in the woods
unsupervised and nothing gets done.”

She popped from the bed like
a piece of toast from a toaster and joined him at the dresser, where she
gathered clothes.  “Okay.”

He frowned slightly when he
saw something flash in her eyes.  He cupped her face and looked into her silver
eyes, certain that for a moment he’d seen a flash of amber.

“What?” she asked, whispering
as if she thought something was wrong.

“You feeling okay, baby?”  He
stroked his fingers across her forehead, thinking that she felt a little warm.

“Yeah.  I had a weird dream,
though.”

“Oh?  Was I naked?”

She laughed and started to
dress while he finished getting ready.  “I said weird dream, not sexy dream. 
And no, it was me, but I was running in the woods.”

“Were you being chased?”  The
need to protect her, even from imaginary demons in her dreams, swept over him.

“No, I think I was chasing
something.  I don’t know.  It was strange.”

She pulled her shirt over her
head and groaned slightly, turning away and walking towards the bathroom with a
limp.  Alarm bells went off in his head and he swept her up in his arms and
carried her into the bathroom.

“I thought we needed to leave?” 
She snuggled against him, nuzzling under his ear, which made his skin prickle
and his cock harden.

“You’re limping.”  Anger
swept through him and his voice came out harsher than he intended.  He had hurt
her while they’d made love all night, and she was just too nice to tell him
she’d had enough. “Did I hurt you?”

He set her down on the
counter and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms
around his neck.  “Not hurt.”  She scraped her nails across his neck lightly
and tugged him towards her.

“Jenna, you were limping,” he
repeated himself, but the scent of her arousal spiked in the air and it was all
he could do to gently, but firmly, free himself from her grasp.

Her lower lip stuck out
slightly in a pout.  “Don’t you want me?”