Ignoring her wolf, she moved faster, giving Logan what he wanted. Her breasts slapped against herself, the faster she moved.
A primal male satisfied growl tore from him and Ava grinned, filled with a newfound power. Grinding against him and arching back, she took him deeper, shutting her eyes as shivers of pleasure rocked over her body. His hands caressed her stomach and around to her back every now and then squeezing her butt. He pushed up to meet her, grinding hard into her pussy. She leaned down just enough to rub her hands up and down his muscular chest.
Ava bit her lip to stop herself from mate marking him. She knew he needed time to get used to being with a werewolf before she tied them together for eternity.
Logan’s hand came around and he stroked her clit. Humming in appreciation, her body got ready to explode. Ava came, howling around him as he gave a gentle pinch and slap to her clit. She looked into his face to see his wicked grin of pleasure as he pushed up hard, holding her to him, yelling her name on a strangled cry. His warm cum splashed her womb.
Ava shivered as she lay on his chest, smiling at the sensations still coursing through her body.
Logan’s arms came around her as he mumbled, “You’re the hottest thing I have ever felt or seen.” He kissed her forehead. “Give me twenty minutes, sweetheart, and we’ll swap spots. I want to watch your face as you come and feel your body against mine.”
He hugged her tighter and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and listened as he fell asleep.
Ava pondered what she was going to do. Her wolf snarled at her for not mating him, tying him to them. Ava wanted to be sure herself first. It had been just over two weeks since they first met, and even though they’d made love—oh, that didn’t sound right…‘fucked’ that’s more what it had been both times—Ava didn’t want to push Logan into something he didn’t want. If she did that, she’d be left miserable like her brother Arden.
Ava knew from what her brothers had told her, and even Kirby, that her Logan disliked the wolves. They all said he would never mate with one. Well, Ava would just have to prove them wrong. She had no other choice.
She studied his features. Logan was a gorgeous human specimen, even with his nose being crooked because of being broken so many times. His hair color was orange. Ava always wondered why everyone said ‘redhead’ when it was orange. Her brother Jamie was a ranga as Faith called him, and so was Kirby, although her hair was more red than orange. She stared at his lightly freckled face, mentally connecting them up.
Logan was hers. She was going to make him love her. Make him never want to live without her. She would show him that being with her had many, many benefits. Ava would not end up like her brother Arden.
* * * *
Logan stretched out his body as the smell of bacon and sausage flooded his senses. He grinned at all the wonderful aches covering his body as he remembered the many positions he and Ava tried.
He glanced at the clock. Fuck, it was nine-thirty. He hadn’t slept in that late since he was a kid. Stretching again, he groaned as he slid out of bed. Not bothering with clothes, Logan padded down the hall to see a fantasy come to life.
A naked Ava was bending down getting plates out of the cupboard. She didn’t turn as she sat them next to the stove and started placing sausages, eggs, and bacon on toasted muffins. Logan couldn’t resist the moan of pleasure as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her naked flesh. He pulled her against his erection, grinding it against her.
He leaned down, giving her ear a nip, and whispered, “Something smells good, and I bet it tastes as good as it smells.”
She sighed as he nibbled his way down her body. Ava giggled as he turned her around, pushed her up on the table, and sucked one perfect pointed nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm, just as I thought. Tastes like heaven.” He dove back in, devouring her body. God, she tasted better than anything he’d ever had. When his mouth reached her pussy he paused for a second just to see the most perfect sight of his life. She was puffy, pink, and her cream leaked out, glistening in the morning light. “Fuck, sweetheart. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. I haven’t seen a prettier sight in my life.”
She shivered, which caused the moisture to drip down. He dove down, catching it. As the flavor of her hit him he smothered himself, eating her, licking. If he died now he would die a happy man.
Ava squealed as his tongue moved as far as it could go up her pussy, lapping. He sucked her cream in, groaning in ecstasy at her unique taste. Logan couldn’t get enough. His hands moved, exploring her perfect body. Her smooth, satin skin had no imperfection and felt better than any of the finest silks.