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“Fuck, Emma,” he growled.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” I warned, surprised at how commanding I am.
“Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna make me fucking come.”
“Oh, shit.” I lifted my body, and it was as if it was levitating on its own.
As if we were playing fucking light as a feather, stiff as a board. And fuck it, maybe we were, maybe this was its own kind of shifter magic, fated mate magic.
“Come for me, Emma,” he begged. “Come with me.”
Oh, god, he’s close.
I squirmed, twisting my hips beneath him, reached for his finger, the one circling my clit, and moved it even faster. My chest heaved, and my pulse thundered in my ears.
“Good girl. Come for me, Emma.”
My hips rocked even faster. It was as if I’m not human at all in this moment, and our sex is fucking divine.
“Logan,” I moaned. “Logan,” I panted. “Now.”
He used his free hand to tug at my hair again, pulling my head back toward him.
“I’m coming,” I whispered, trembling before a primal shriek rolled through my body, echoing in a way that I am sure all of Six-Mile could hear, and I didn’t give a fuck. “I’m coming.”
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he bit out through his clenched teeth. “Tell me when.”
His words send me straight over the edge.
“Logan,” I screamed. “Now!”
My body shivered as wave after wave cascaded through my body. His hips slammed mine, and he drove into me, plunged inside me, spilling into me.
“Emma,” he roared. He wrapped his arms around me, and I pressed my back into him. “Yes… Only you,” he whispered against me, his breath feathering over me. “Forever.”
We both collapsed onto the bed, panting, tangled in each other’s arms, breathing hard from our hurry-fuck. Breathless, I kissed Logan’s cheeks and his nose, and he beamed at me, as pleased with himself as I was.
Ten minutes later, as our heartbeats finally slowed, I sat up and scrubbed my hand over my face. “I feel like I could sleep for days.”
“Then where are you going?”
I groaned and slid to the edge of the massive bed. “I have to get back to the others. Olivia only promised to watch the others, so I could put you in a better mood.”
He dragged his hand down my spine and cupped my ass. “My mood isn’t as good as it will be in another hour. Especially if we do that again.”
“Don’t temp me,” I murmured.
“We have time for more,” he said, reaching for my hand, tugging me back toward his spot on the bed, and kissing the inside of my wrist. “You don’t have to go.”
“I’m barely able to keep my shit together, sir, and that’s your fault. If I stay, I won’t leave for days.”
He reached for my hand again. “Then I’d be doing my job.”
I shot Logan a disappointed smile over my shoulder and pulled my hand away before he could convince me otherwise. “Well, I guess I’m headed to East Nuttal Delta.” I laid my hand on his chest. “Might I be able to offer you a conjugal visit?”
His wailing howl was his only answer.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
