Branded by Lust: 4 (Night Seekers) (9 page)

She touched her forehead to his. “I think I agree with you.”

Logan lifted Rebecca easily in his arms and carried her to
his bedroom. She glanced around as he nudged the door wider with his foot. She
barely had time to glance at the furniture—similar to that in her bedroom only
larger—before Logan placed her on the bed, took a moment to get rid of their
boots and came down beside her. His face was so close she could see the spikes
on his thick eyelashes. The color of his eyes had deepened to rich chocolate
and his breath was a warm breeze on her face.

“I’m surprised I managed to keep my hands off you in Maine,”
he told her in a voice rough with desire. “I’ve never felt a connection to
another person like this.”

“Me either,” she whispered.

Then his lips were on hers, firm yet soft at the same time,
brushing lightly at first. His tongue traced the line of the seam and licked at
the corners of her mouth. When she opened for him his tongue swept inside and
glided over hers. Little sparks of flame burst at each point of contact. He
tasted every inch of her mouth, even the inside of her lips. Her nipples
hardened and heat shot straight to her cunt.

She moaned into his mouth, pressing her body against his,
loving the feel of the hard planes of his chest against the softness of her body.
He kissed her until he’d stolen every bit of her breath. Her skin was hot,
flushed, and desire was a living thing in her body. She wanted everything from
him. All he had to give.

Balancing on one elbow, Logan pulled her sweater over her
head and stared at her breasts as if he hadn’t ravished them less than
twenty-four hours ago. She’d never had a man look at her so reverently before,
with hunger and desire and awe all mixed together. He swiped his talented
tongue across the upper swell of her breasts then did it again before lifting
his mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck, pausing to plant
an open-mouthed kiss at the hollow of her neck where her pulse beat
frantically.

Shifting his position, he flicked open the front clasp of
her bra and took one of her aching buds into his mouth. The combination of his
wet heat and the suction he applied sent shafts of lightning arrowing through
her. Little sounds of pleasure rolled from her mouth as she arched herself into
his touch. His hand kneaded the other breast, squeezing it and pinching the rosy
tip between thumb and forefinger.

“I could spend hours just feasting on these,” he said. “I
love your nipples. They’re like ripe berries.” He bit gently on first one then
the other. “Your taste makes me crazy.”

He took his time, sucking and nipping and pulling until
Rebecca wanted to scream at him to get on with it. She finally worked her hands
between them and pulled at the snaps on his shirt. She thrust her hands inside
the open material, almost desperate to feel his skin, the hard wall of muscle
and the springy curls that covered it. When her fingertips came in contact with
his flat nipples she scraped her nails lightly over the pebbled tips, drawing a
faint groan from him.

Logan sat up abruptly. “We have too many clothes on. Hold on
a minute. Don’t move.”

Rebecca lay back on the pillows, her body vibrating with
need, watching as Logan swiftly undressed. Her mouth watered as his cock sprang
free, full and swollen, the head a dark purple. She wanted it inside her. Now.

Then he went about the business of undressing her, removing
her unclasped bra first and taking a moment to graze each nipple with his
teeth. Unzipping her jeans, he slid them down her legs along with her panties
and tossed both items to the side. He paused a moment, his gaze taking in every
naked inch of her body. Then he knelt on the bed between her thighs and
proceeded to kiss every inch of exposed skin, lingering on her navel, the seam
where hip and thigh joined, the skin just above the curls covering her mound.

At last he opened the lips of her pussy and flicked his
tongue in one long slide from end to end and back, taking care to swirl the tip
around her clit. He did it again, then lapped at the wet pink flesh surrounding
her opening. She bent her legs and planted her feet, arching up to him.

More. I want more. I want everything
.

When at last he thrust his tongue inside her the muscles of
her cunt clamped down on it and the first tremors of orgasm rolled up from deep
inside her. Logan used his mouth to carry her over the edge and beyond, not
lifting his head until he’d wrung every last spasm from her, every last twitch
of response.

When he lifted his head his lips were gleaming with her
juices. He kissed her—sharing her taste with her, a sharp taste that mingled
with Logan’s own particular masculine flavor. The flavors mingling on her
tongue were a sharp aphrodisiac, arousing her even as her body lay sated
beneath him.

Rebecca smoothed her hands over the taut muscles of his
shoulders and his back, loving the feel of his skin and the lay of muscles
beneath it. And all the while he was kissing his way down her body again,
taking his time as he had before so that no spot on her body was left untouched
or untasted. As he used his mouth and tongue and hands her body responded and
the desire inside her grew and grew.

Her skin was ultrasensitive, as if the top layer had been
peeled back and all her nerve endings were exposed. At every touch of Logan’s
mouth or tongue pleasure bubbled through her. The tremors in the muscles of her
pussy set up a series of vibrations that raced through her. When he invaded her
cunt with his tongue again—using the thumb and forefinger of one hand to
torment her clit—to her amazement a climax gripped her and shook her even more
fiercely than the previous one.

As she lay panting on the bed, trying to drag air back into
her lungs, Logan pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and sheathed
himself quickly. She was pleased to see that his hands trembled just a little.
His iron control as he’d worked her body had amazed her but now she realized he
wasn’t as unaffected as she’d thought.

“Let me touch you,” she begged, eager to wrap her fingers
around his thick cock. “I want to do things to you too.”

His laugh was unsteady. “Babe, if you did we’d be finished
before we even started. It’s all I can do to hold myself together to give you
pleasure. We’ll get to it. I promise. But first this.”

He spread her legs wider as he knelt between them again,
holding his shaft in one hand and guiding it toward her opening. The thick head
nudged against her pussy lips, pressing them apart before inching slowly inside
her.

Logan took his time, even though the corded muscles in his
neck and the clenching of his jaw told Rebecca that his control had frayed and
was nearly gone. He pushed himself slowly inside her, then withdrew, then
pushed again a little farther. Her body was hot, her pulse thudding heavily
when he was finally completely inside her hot, wet tunnel. Just like the
previous night he filled her completely, stretching her inner tissues. She
lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, digging her heels into the
small of his back in an effort to get him even closer, to fill her more if
possible.

Logan dragged in a breath and let it out slowly. His face
was covered with a fine film of sweat.

“Jesus.” He pulled in another breath. “I think I could stay
like this forever.” Then he looked into her eyes. “Almost.”

And he began to move, a steady in-and-out thrust, slowly at
first then picking up the tempo. Each time he thrust into her harder, the head
of his cock rubbing against her sweet spot. Pleasure bubbled through her and
heat exploded in bursts throughout her body like explosions of fireworks.

She tightened her legs around him, bucking up against him,
meeting him thrust for thrust. The tremors were so intense she was sure they’d
shake her body apart.

Almost there. Almost…there.

And then she was over the edge and falling into an erotic
space like black velvet, body shuddering, pussy tightening and clenching with
intense spasms. Logan slammed his mouth against hers, swallowing her cries of
pleasure, the thrust of his tongue mimicking the movement of his cock. Rebecca
was helpless in the force of her orgasm, nothing existing except this man, the
joining of their bodies, and the free fall through space. They lay there on the
bed, linked together, heartbeats hammering so loudly she wasn’t sure which one
was hers and which was Logan’s.

“I think we banished the beast for a while, wouldn’t you
say?” There was a touch of humor in his voice as he rolled to the side, taking
her with him. His hand idly stroked her arm, her hip, the top of her thigh.

Rebecca tucked her head into the curve of his shoulder, her
body languorous and sated. She thought how nice it would be to lie like this
forever with this man and pretend nothing like the Chupacabra even existed.

If only
.

Logan heaved a sigh then eased himself very carefully from
the clasp of her body. She watched him pad to the bathroom to dispose of the
condom, then slide back under the covers and pull her into his arms. His lips
brushed her forehead.

“This is more than just lust, Bek.” His voice was deep,
husky in the aftermath of sex. “A lot more.”

“You can tell that so quickly?”

“I knew in the first five minutes after I met you. I’ve been
waiting since the first day we met in Maine, using all my control to keep myself
in check until I thought the time was right. For us. But I don’t mind telling
you it was damn hard.”

Rebecca skimmed her fingertips over the hair on his chest,
hoping her next words wouldn’t piss him off. Last night he’d told her he
believed they had something very special together. But her relationship history
had taught her to always hedge her bets.

“I worry about one thing.”

“Oh?” His body tensed against her and his arm pulled her
closer. “And what’s that?”

“Are you sure it isn’t just the element of danger that’s
making us feel this way? I mean, when I met you we were already investigating
one killing and it’s been nonstop since then. And I know danger can be a
wonderful aphrodisiac. For some people, that is.”

Logan cupped her chin and tilted her face up to his.

“Listen to me, Bek. Danger has nothing to do with how I feel
about you. And it’s a whole lot more than sex. Once we finish here we’re going
to have a long talk about the future.” He ran his knuckles lightly against her
cheek. “Okay?”

She relaxed against him. “Okay.”

They lay twined together while daylight faded and the room
was soon plunged into the semi-darkness of early evening. When Logan’s stomach
rumbled they both laughed.

He grinned. “I think that’s our signal for dinner.”

They heated the lasagna Eve had left for them and Rebecca
threw together a salad from the fresh vegetables in the refrigerator. She was
stacking the dishes in the dishwasher when Logan came up behind her and wrapped
his arms around her.

“I think I need to take a little night run.”

She turned to look up at him. “Now? It’s freezing cold out
there. Do you need the exercise that much? Especially after…” She stopped,
nibbled on her lower lip and felt the heat creep up her face.

He laughed. “No, you managed to wear me out enough.” His
face sobered. “But I need to…I mean…” He fumbled for words.

Understanding surged through her. “You need to shift and run
as wolf.”

He nodded. “Are you okay with that?”

“Can I… Can I watch you shift?”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay with that?”

She nodded. “If we’re going to, um, be together, I want to
know that part of you too.”

He placed his palms on her cheeks, cradling her face, his
chocolate eyes boring into hers intently. “If it bothers you or…turns you off
in any way, you have to be honest and tell me.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. She could do
this. She knew she could. “I will. I promise.”

He held her gaze a moment longer before he nodded. “All
right then.”

While she watched he pulled off his boots and stacked them
side by side next to the wall. Then he removed his clothes, folding each piece
carefully and placing them on a chair. When he stood before her, gloriously
naked, Rebecca’s mouth went dry. He was so magnificent she wondered if she’d
ever stop being mesmerized by the sight of him nude.

“I usually undress on the back porch,” he told her. “Or just
leave my clothes in my room. I have to be in human form to be able to open and
close the door.” He winked. “But tonight you can do that for me.” His face
sobered. “Ready?”

She nodded, holding her breath.

Logan closed his eyes and in seconds a thick mist swirled
around him, enclosing him in its fog-like thickness. Rebecca blinked, the fog
disappeared, and in its place stood a huge magnificent gray wolf, its coat
thick and lustrous. Rebecca’s heart rate ratcheted up and for a moment she
couldn’t breathe. Then the wolf lifted his head and stared directly at her. She
saw Logan’s familiar warm brown eyes, now sprinkled with amber, and she
relaxed. Tentatively she reached out a hand to touch his head and the wolf
rubbed his snout against her.

A tiny, unexpected thrill shot through her body. There was
no element of fear, only safety and…something else. A feeling of connection.
And heat. Her nipples tightened and her pussy contracted, her juices dampening
her crotch. It was so unexpected that for a moment she couldn’t breathe.
Tentatively she stroked the silvery coat, sifting her fingers through the
coarse yet silky hair. The wolf gave a low, rumbling growl, more of satisfaction
than of menace. Rebecca was sure if he was a cat he would be purring.

And every pulse point in her body throbbed with sudden need.

Finally the wolf moved away from her to the door and stood
patiently waiting for her to open it. The moment she opened it he was through
it, pausing for a moment on the patio to lift his nose and scent the air. Then
he was off in long graceful strides, picking up speed as he moved farther and farther
away from the ranch house.