Page 68 of Shadow of Fury
Wren had never given much thought to what she wanted in a mate. She’d never truly let herself think about it. Even if she had, Logan Kemp would never have been even an itch in the back of her mind. Yet here they were, because fate knew better than either of them, what they’d needed.
Logan leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m too tall.” The words slipped out automatically, all of her old hang-ups deciding that moment was the perfect opportunity to take their stand.
“You’re not. I don’t have to break my back leaning down to kiss you all the time.” Logan smirked, “And in case you’ve forgotten, you’re the perfect height for me to fuck on a countertop.”
She rolled her eyes, “I think that had more to do with the counter height than me.”
He tilted his head, “Do you really not know how beautiful you are?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Let me tell you what I see.”
“Logan, I…” She trailed off, her words forgotten as he held himself up on one arm and cupped her breast with the other. “Ahh.”
“The most perfect breasts.” He gave a gentle squeeze and then lowered his head to lick the nipple, blowing cool air over the tip so that it pebbled under his attention. “Just the right size for my hands… and my mouth.”
Wren arched on a gasp as he took her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. He suckled gently and the answering tug in her lower belly made her squirm. He held her down with his body weight as he continued to tease first one breast and then the other.
She gasped when he lightly grazed his teeth over one taut nipple and he chuckled before moving to nuzzle the valley between her breasts.
“Flawless honey skin that’s so soft I want to stroke every inch.” He kissed a line down her belly.
Being a shifter, it was second nature to be naked but Wren had never been completely comfortable with it. Something about the way Logan looked at her and touched her, kept her self-consciousness at bay though. She felt loved and cherished as he kissed and stroked her body so she let her lids drift shut and basked in the feeling.
His hand drifted down her ribcage and she tilted her hips up expectantly only for him to glide right past the place she wanted him. He gripped her thighs and gave a little tug, pulling her further down to where he wanted her. Her eyes flipped open and his twinkling smile made her belly flip.
“These legs could be on a runway somewhere, but the place they belong is right here, wrapped around me.” He rose up on his knees as he guided her legs around his waist.
Wren locked her ankles together at his back and smiled back at him, “Like this?”
“Just like that.” He slid his palms back up her thighs. “Every inch of you is so damn beautiful.”
“I think you missed a spot.”
“Did I?” His lips twitched as she lifted her hips again and he slid both hands beneath, cupping her ass. “Oh, yes. This is certainly a part of you I’ll have to show my appreciation for but I think there’s something else that needs my attention first.”
“You think?” Her voice came out whinier than she’d have liked and he chuckled.
“So pretty and pink and needy.” He moved one hand between her legs to cup her and they both groaned. When he spoke again the amusement was gone from his voice and only the gravel of barely contained desire remained. “And wet, so damn wet. You’re dripping for me, mate.”
“Logan…” Her hips rocked against the pressure of his hand. “I need…”
“You need what? Me?”
“Yes.” She hissed as he adjusted his fingers, sliding one between her folds and finding her clit. “Oh, God, yes!”
“You’ve got me. I’m right here. And I’ll always give you what you need.” He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers.
Wren wrapped her arms around him, wanting to be absolutely cocooned by him. As she did, she felt his hand between them and then the blunt head of his cock as he guided himself to her entrance. He broke the kiss and met her gaze, holding her there, with him, as he slowly sank into her. Wren’s mouth opened on a silent scream of pleasure but she refused to let her eyes shut, didn’t want to miss a moment of the look of pure bliss on her mate’s face.
When he was completely inside of her and she was so full she felt as though she couldn’t breathe, a sense of peace like nothing she’d ever known overtook her. Logan must have felt it too because his lips parted and his eyes studied her face. She held him tighter, not wanting to lose the moment, afraid it would be fleeting, but Logan couldn’t be still any longer.
Slowly, so slowly she could feel every ridge of him, he pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in. She whimpered as he kept the torturously slow assault up. She wanted hard and fast like they’d had before, the kind of sex where she didn’t have to think about what they were doing or what it meant, but clearly Logan was hell-bent on proving a point.
Only, as her body tightened, her breath became choppy and her mind fogged with pleasure, she couldn’t remember what the point had been at all. Just that she had never felt like this. So cared for, cherished, and complete.
“Wren…” His voice was gravel and velvet. “You’re beautiful. Smart. Independent. Fierce as hell. You’re the woman fate chose as my mate for all those reasons and more.”
Her heart fluttered at the sweet words and she ran her fingers through his hair, trying to tug him down for another kiss. She wanted to taste that sweetness on his lips. Wanted to take the words and this feeling inside of her so she could remember it forever.