The Wolf's Mate Book 6: Logan & Jenna (14 page)

“No, don’t drug her.  I’ll
take her home and run with her,” Logan said.

“Do you want company?”  Bo
asked.

Shaking his head, Logan
watched as the doctor injected Jenna and put away his supplies.  The doctor
stood and excused himself for a moment, pulling his cell from his pocket and
walking into the hallway.

“No, this is between me and
my mate.  I fucked up enough already as it is, and I need to fix it myself,”
Logan said.

“How did you fuck up?” Jason
asked.

Logan ground his teeth
together.  All the little things she’d done that he had found odd were coming
back to haunt him now.  She’d wanted to bite him, she’d referred to herself as
one of his kind, and she’d been moody as hell.  They were like pieces of a
puzzle that suddenly fit together.  “She needed me and I left her.  I wasn’t
paying close enough attention and she’s in terrible pain.”

Doc Mirelli came back into
the room, sliding his cell back into his pocket.  Logan looked at him.  “Will
this happen every month?”  Logan couldn’t shake feeling like a colossal
asshole.

The doctor shook his head.  “I
just spoke to a colleague of mine at the hospital and explained the situation,
and he said that this is a one-time manifestation of full moon fever because of
the blood bonding.  The next full moon, she shouldn’t have any issues.  I do
caution you, Logan, that you’ll find yourself more protective of Jenna because
of the blood bond.  It’s normal, but you’ll want to be careful around unmated
males because they might trigger your protective instincts and, you know,
you’re a pretty damn big guy.”

The others chuckled but Logan
couldn’t even muster a smile.  He knew that what he felt for Jenna was stronger
than normal mating feelings.  He would rather gouge out his own eyes than see
her cry even one tear in pain.

Doc Mirelli handed a brown
plastic bottle to Logan.  “Here are some pain pills if she needs them, but I’m
pretty confident that a good run will help her more than anything once the
relaxant begins to work.  And I don’t think you could have stopped this from
happening, Logan.  She clearly didn’t know what was going on, and there’s no
way you could have predicted that her body would lock up like this.  I’ve never
actually seen it happen before, but then again I’ve never known a wolf and
fairy to enter into a blood bond when the fairy nearly died.  Don’t beat
yourself up.  Take her out tonight and let her lead.  If she wants to run until
dawn and chase deer, then that’s what her instincts are telling her to do.”

Logan thanked the doctor and
looked at his friends.  “I’m going to get my mate home.  Thank you, all of you,
for your help.”

Cades, standing in the
shelter of Jason’s arms, said, “She’s your mate and part of our pack, Logan, of
course we would help.  Whatever craziness happened tonight, it was clearly out
of her control.  Take good care of her, and let us know if we can do anything else.”

Logan gathered Jenna in his
arms and lifted her up as he stood.  She made a soft sound, but her eyes were
closed and her face wasn’t drawn in pain.  He hoped that meant that the
relaxant was starting to loosen up her muscles.  Even now, her body felt like
it was made of stone.

After saying goodbye to his
friends, he put Jenna in the truck and headed for home.  Jenna was silent for
the short drive, and Logan was worried that her ears were still sensitive, so
he didn’t speak.  Doc Mirelli said her ears were okay, just highly sensitive to
noise right now.  As a wolf he had superior hearing, but he’d been born with
it.  He couldn’t imagine how shocking it must have been to Jenna to have her
hearing suddenly sharpen.

He parked in the garage and
carried Jenna through the house and out to the backyard.

“Baby?”  He kept his voice
low.  She lifted her head from his shoulder slowly and looked at him with her
still-amber eyes.  “Can you try to stand for me?  It’s time to go for a run.”

She blinked slowly, as if
processing his words, and then nodded.  He lowered her legs to the ground,
keeping his other arm supporting her.  Her legs straightened very slowly, and
she took in a deep breath but didn’t make any pained noises.

She took a tentative step
away from him, swayed slightly, but straightened on her own.  She took another
few steps and stopped, lifted her head to the sky and took in another deep
breath, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck.

Her voice was rough when she
spoke.  “Will you run with me?”

“Absolutely.”  He pulled off
his shirt and tossed it onto the porch.  It wasn’t normal to shift twice in one
night, but Logan hadn’t gotten in his full run before and his body was still
humming with the desire to be in his wolf form.

He stripped completely and
knelt on the ground, looking up at Jenna as the wolf form took over his body. 
She watched him with her wolf-colored eyes as he shifted completely, and when
he shook out his body, she licked her lips and a small smile curved her mouth. 
She pulled off the long-sleeved top she was wearing, revealing a white tank. 
Then she turned and began walking towards the woods.  She paused from time to
time, stretching her legs and arms and rolling her shoulders, and although she
still moved as if her muscles were tight, she was definitely improving.

She moved into the trees and
then stopped once more, toeing off her shoes and removing her socks.  She
glanced at him.  “I want to feel the ground.”

He nodded, wishing that he
could speak in his wolf form.  She knelt in front of him, moving so fast that
he jerked slightly in surprise.  She butted her head gently against his
shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.  She buried her face in his furry neck.

“You smell good.”  Her hands
slipped up the back of his neck and caught his ears, curling her fingers around
them briefly before moving down and across his back as far as she could reach. 
It felt so good to be touched by his mate that he shivered and she giggled.

She lifted her head from his
neck and brushed her cheek against his muzzle, making a pleased humming sound. 
“I’m feeling better, but I want to run now.”

He chuffed at her and she
stood, wincing slightly.  But she seemed to shake it off as she turned and
walked into the woods.  He thought she moved gracefully in spite of her aches,
and he was proud of her for pushing forward when it might have been easier to
just curl up with the pain pills and ride it out.

He trotted next to her,
giving her a few feet of space between them so she could move whichever way she
wanted.  The woods were thick and deep and she slowly began to pick up her pace,
until she was jogging.  She changed directions at will, circling around,
crossing over their previous paths and weaving between the trees.  Logan was
impressed that she was able to move so fluidly.  She stopped after an hour and
pulled off her jeans, revealing a pair of red and white striped panties.

When she spoke, he noticed
that her voice was no longer scratchy.  “Too hard to run in tight jeans.”

He barked in agreement,
although he had enjoyed the way the jeans had hugged every inch of her body. 
Now her creamy legs were visible in the moonlight, and he growled lightly in
approval.  She flashed a smile, one that he might even call wolfish, and took
off again, moving faster.

An hour passed, then two. 
Jenna had discarded her tank along the way, not even stopping her quick pace to
rip it over her head and drop it in the brush, leaving her in only a bra and
panties.  Logan felt the moon set and the sky began to darken.  A small creek
came into view, and he recognized it as the one that ran across his property. 
Jenna splashed through it with a laugh and stopped on the opposite bank,
throwing her head back and lifting her arms to the sky.  She yelled, but it was
a sound of celebration, and Logan’s heart lifted.  Was she feeling free of the
effects of the full moon fever?

Her head lowered slowly and
her eyes met his as he sat back on his haunches on the soft grass on the other
side of the creek.  She reached behind her back and then tugged her bra off, tossing
it aside.  Before he realized what she was doing, she leapt across the narrow
creek and tackled him, rolling to the ground.  He shifted as they rolled and
settled on his back, with her straddling his hips.

She ground the apex of her
thighs against the erection that sprang up immediately, sliding her palms up
his chest, where her thumbs traced his collar bone as her hands hooked over his
shoulders.

Leaning forward, the hard
points of her breasts brushed his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, sliding
his hands up and down her back as she kissed him.  She writhed on top of him
like a live wire, her hands slipping up into his hair as she explored his mouth
with her tongue.

She slid her mouth across his
cheek, curling her shoulders forward slightly as she gripped his hips with her
knees, stopping at his ear.

Her voice was a low caress as
she whispered, “Mine.”

His fingers curled into the
thin fabric of her panties and ripped them away from her body.

She lifted slowly, sinuously
over top of him, reaching for his cock.  He groaned as she fisted him, pumping
slowly.  The sight of her, like a forest nymph, was nearly his undoing and his
body tensed as he gave over control of things to his mate.  She spread the
pre-come around the head of his cock as it throbbed in her hand, and then she rose
up enough to take him inside her, teasing him with the hot wetness of her
sheath.

An eternity passed in his
mind as she slid down him by slow inches until her body was pressed flush
against his and his cock was buried to the hilt in the depths of her pussy.  
She lifted her hands from him completely, closing her eyes as she traced the
outline of her body, over the curve of her hip to the dip of her waist to the
swell of her breasts.

His thumbs rubbed on her skin
as he fought the urge to thrust up into her as his body screamed for completion. 
She lowered her head slowly and placed her hands on top of his.  With smooth,
slow motions, she began to rock on him and he was mesmerized by the movements
of her body as she rode him.  She moved one of his hands forward, and he
pressed his thumb against her swollen clit.  When she moaned her approval,
letting her head fall back as her hips began to move on him faster, he started
working her clit with short, slow strokes to the same tempo of her body on
him.  The faster she moved, the faster his thumb moved.  Her body began to
clutch his, hurtling him towards completion.

She placed both hands on his
knees and leaned back.  He began to thrust his hips up to meet her movements as
his thumb rubbed faster.  He felt her fingernails dig into his knees as her
body tightened around him and he moved his thumb faster, his free hand gripping
her hip.

“Logan,” she moaned, as her
pussy fluttered around his cock and pleasure flooded him, “Logan!”

She jerked on top of him as
her pussy clutched his like a vise and he exploded inside her, growling her
name.  His wolf howled in his mind to mark her again.  Just as he was reasoning
with his wolf that she’d already been in so much pain that night, that she
didn’t need any more, Jenna leaned forward, fisted her hand in his hair and
jerked his head to the side.  Making a soft snarling sound, she sank her teeth
into his neck.  His cock, still buried inside her, jerked back to life as she
marked him, her teeth breaking through the skin so he could smell his blood on
the air.

All reason, all thought left
his mind as she released his neck and lapped at the wound with a soft, purring
sound in her throat.  His hands seized her and he rolled to his knees, turning
her over until she was on all fours, kneeing her legs apart roughly.

He sank his cock deep inside
her, taking her hard and rough as she dug her hands into the ground and cried
out her pleasure.  As he neared completion again, he jerked her up by her
shoulders and sank his teeth into the place where her neck and shoulder met,
his fangs elongating in his pleasure as his cock emptied inside her, and he
marked her a second time.

Her blood hit his tongue like
the sweetest candy, and he felt her heart racing under his hands as he slipped
his arms around her and held her tight against him.  She moaned softly, her
head tipped to the side and her hands holding onto his arms as they both shook
from the effects of their orgasms.  He slowly released his fangs and they receded
into his gums as he licked across the wound.

“I love you, Jenna.”  He
spoke the words that had been on his mind all day.  She was his blood bonded
truemate, and his heart was entirely hers.

She turned in his arms as the
sun began to rise, her eyes back to their original silver color.  “I love you,
Logan.”

Chapter 9

Jenna woke up slowly to the
scent of maple syrup.  She opened one eye and saw Logan sitting next to her on
the bed with a fork, laden with pancakes soaked with syrup, which he was waving
under her nose.  His hand was cupped under the fork to catch the syrup.