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His smug smirk diffused through my mind, and his growing desire made me shiver, loosing grip on any last bit of control I had.
And he sensed it.
Every shifter clan in Louisiana could discover us, set up bleachers, and sell tickets to the fucking of the multimorph, and I wouldn’t stop now. Not until we’d both reached our completion.
He knew every need in my body as if his sole purpose in living was to unravel me and bind me to him. I rocked against his mouth, fervent and ready.So close.
Logan matched my energy without hesitation. Faster and faster, his tongue explored deeper. “Every inch of you is mine. Come for me, love.”
Love. Love. Love.The endearment reverberated in my head. My back arches, and I clench around his head. The earth warmed beneath my shoulders, and energy flowed between us. A gust of wind bursts through the trees, a rainbow of colors dancing through it. It swirled around us, and the ground trembled.
“Fuck, yes,” I cried out.
But it was his thundering moan in response that sent me careening over the edge. Every muscle drew tight before exploding with release. I screamed his name, and his grip splintered the tree behind me.
My climax shook the forest, knocking a flood of autumn leaves from the Louisiana trees. My thighs trembled around his face, and he breathed hard against my center. I couldn’t help but sink down to the ground, collapsing into the bed of leaves. He lifted his head, pleased he had wrecked me in the best way possible.
“Careful, love,” he teased, licking the taste of me off his lips, savoring it. “You can’t keep falling down. I’ve only got so much stamina.”
I reached for him. “Well, I’m not done yet. I have plenty of stamina.”
Desire immediately clouded his eyes, turning them as dark and stormy as the outer edges of a hurricane from the Gulf. “Oh? Is that a promise?”
“Come here,” I said, pulling him down with me, flipping him beneath me with a burst of strength.
He hit the forest floor with a grunt. Leaves and dirt scattered around us.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Then I rocked my hips, smoothing my wet folds over his hardness, before lifting my hips. Gripping his cock, I contemplated taking him in my mouth, but I was too impatient. Instead, I guided him inside me.
His body went rigid, and he grasped my hips as though he was keeping a tight rein on his control as I slid down the length of him. He released a low howl, and my body responded in kind. Images from our bonding flashed through my head, and I pushed them toward him before raising myself once more.
I twisted on the end of him, torturing him as much as myself.
“Emma,” Logan pled, speaking my name as if it's a prayer, binding our souls together once more. “I can’t… I can’t….”
“Mm,” I responded, sinking down in one achingly slow motion, biting my lip at the way his body perfectly fits mine. It’s like Tetris and the way we collide cleared anything that had been weighing me down. He was the perfect way to forget.
Logan gritted his teeth, hands braced on my hips, fingers digging in. But I didn’t give him the chance to guide me, I demanded the lead.
Up slowly, down slowly. Increasing our tempo with each cycle.
Soon, I moved with such a wild rhythm, riding him hard and fast, with such abandon that I surprised even myself. But I couldn’t stop.
“Logan.” I gasped as he reached up to cup my breast and roll my nipples between his fingers. His hips thrusted into me. “Oh, yes,” I murmured. “You fuck me so good.”
He watched me, eyes burning, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he tried to hold back. “Fuck, you’re—” He breaks off when I teasingly clenched around him and kept going, hips working with relentless intent.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I warned, breathless. “I’m still?—”
He brought one hand down to find my clit and lifted his head, nipping at my tits until my body quaked once again. My second climax tore through me, shaking the forest even more powerfully than the first. Another gust of wind exploded through the forest. More colors, more magic, more everything.
I clawed at his chest, shrieking his name, willing him to experience my orgasm with me, pushing every sensation toward him through our bond. As the ripples faded, I pulled away, panting, oblivious to whether he climaxed yet or not, but overcome in the aftermath of my own release.
Shaking his head, he stopped me and flipped me over, resting his dick between my thighs.
“Oh, no, Emma,” he roared, dropping low over me. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
CHAPTER FIVE
