Page 13 of Fortune Academy: Year Two
“Depends. Do you like to watch, playboy Demigod? Or is taking the only thing you’re good at?” Logan asked without turning around. He wasn’t put off in the least that a Demigod had broken in and positively seethed with rage.
Orion walked inside and slammed the door behind him, the sound thudding against my chest with finality.
After our last encounter, he’d told me sex was off the table, but he seemed to have as much control over his urges as I did. Rage and lust burned in his eyes and I knew I wasn’t going to get out of this situation easily. I was trapped with a gorgeous wolf shifter that wanted to mate with me and a Demigod that fed off of my lust and seemed to be losing control by the second. This was definitely not going to end well.
I tried to twist out of Logan’s hold, but my super strength seemed to fail me after my expenditure on the field. That cold pit in my chest warned me that I had reached my limits, making me wonder if this was how Olivia felt all the time.
Logan grabbed one of my wrists and hauled it over my head, pinning me as he closed in and resumed the torture of his thigh grinding between my legs.
“Careful. She goes for the balls,” Orion warned, smirking as he crossed his muscular arms. His glowing freckles stood out in the dim chamber, drawing my eye to him in spite of Logan’s hold on me.
“She’s feisty,” Logan agreed, never taking his crystal blue eyes off of me. “The best way to mate a wolf is to pin her down so she can’t bite,” he said, then snapped his teeth playfully at me, making me jump.
“She’s not a wolf,” Orion pointed out.
“No, perhaps not. But she has the spirit of one.”
“Will you both stop it,” I growled, only to be silenced as Logan crushed his mouth to mine. My treacherous body arched into him, my mouth opening to encourage a deeper kiss as his scent filled me and his lust welled in my chest, warming that impossibly cold core that I always neglected. The rune on my arm burned with warning, but it helped me to deviate from my need to feed towards my Virtue bond instead, drawing strength from Logan without harming him.
That’s my girl,Logan whispered in my mind as his kiss traveled down my neck. Even if he didn’t understand the Virtue bond, he was a wolf. I imagined the mate-bonds wouldn’t be that much different.
My mouth parted when his sharp teeth threatened to bite. He could rip out my throat right here if he wanted to and that sense of vulnerability both terrified and thrilled me.
It made me feel alive.
Orion’s gaze flashed with arousal, although he didn’t move to intervene. Jealousy worked at his jaw and his fingers dug into his biceps as he kept a rigid stance.
Why was he here again?
As Logan replaced his thigh with his hand, working me with skilled, merciless strokes until pleasure exploded through my core, I realized exactly why the Demigod had sniffed me out. He fluttered his eyelids as he drank in the power of my orgasm. Our Virtue bond connected me to the god of sex tighter than any spell or magic he could devise on his own. This was a soul-deep connection that manifested even at the slightest whisper of attraction between bond-mates. Orion wanted me—that much was clear, but I knew that’s all it was. He needed me to keep the Demis in power and to satisfy the throb that made his dick hard.
My eyes cast down at the bulge in his pants as fantasies of him taking me unfurled in my head. Logan lazily stroked me, bringing me down from my high as he watched me.
“You’re beautiful, darling.”
His words shook me from my trance. Had I just been fantasizing about Orion while Logan brought me to orgasm? What the fuck was wrong with me?
Damn succubus tendencies. Damn Virtue connections.
“Logan,” I breathed, weakly attempting to shove him away. This time he obeyed. Perhaps he knew my legs wouldn’t take me very far in my current condition, so I wasn’t a huge flight risk.
“Don’t tell me you can’t feel our connection,” he implored, those wide blue eyes searching mine. His messy hair fell into his face and he brushed it away. “I know you do.”
I swallowed as I sensed a whisper of emotion cross his thoughts. I hadn’t expected fear. That’s why he’d been avoiding me this whole time, not because he was embarrassed to have mated with me, but because he feared I would reject him. Since a wolf mates for life, I could understand his anxiety to approach the topic with me.
“You never told me how you accidentally mated with me,” I said, lowering my voice. Orion might still be able to hear me, but at least I’d give Logan some sense of discretion. “When did it happen?”
His cheeks reddened, which was fucking adorable, and he snatched up a pair of pants lying on the bench. He pulled them up as if he’d suddenly realized he was naked, not to mention had a hard-on that made my succubus side do backflips. “It was when we met,” he admitted. “You touched me in my wolf form and your magic brushed against mine. I could have rejected you… but I didn’t. That’s why I was immediately able to talk in your head.”
Whoa.
“So all that business about ‘courting me’ was just for show? You’d already chosen me as your mate?”
He smirked, that little bit of fang showing that gave him a mischievous look. “My wolf didn’t need a courtship, but I figured you did.”
“So it was for my benefit?”
He nodded.
