Logan: Her Warlock Protector Book 3 (7 page)

“Don’t think you bested me yet, lass. I believe there’s some tete-a-tete here. That I owe you too.”

“Can you keep up? Three centuries is a long time.”

He grinned and kissed her, enjoying the slight minty flavor left by her toothpaste.
 

“And I’ve learned more in that time than you could ever begin to understand. Let me show you.”

CAITLIN’S BACK WAS on the bed and even if it wasn’t yet like her vision, wasn’t the expensive silk sheets, she was more than ready for this at least. She wanted to share the passion he’d felt coursing through him as she’d taken him in her mouth. It had been intoxicating to see the power she held over this fierce warrior, and the taste of him—so male and potent—had made her wet already.

Now it was an exchange of power, of her letting him dominate her. She lay there naked, smiling up at him, marveling in the view. Logan was naked now too, and she could see his torso in the moonlight. It was every bit as gorgeous as she knew it would be. Large broad shoulders, pure smooth skin that traced over abs she wanted to grate herself against. He had easily an eight pack, something those boys from Abercrombie or even meatheads from the gym could never completely replicate. He was strength incarnate, honed by years of fighting, a living weapon made of hard planes and enticing lines.

She mewled as he kissed her lips and then worked his way down her collarbone, towards her breasts. A talented tongue snaked around her nipples, flicking against them. Logan concentrated on her left one, his tip tasting the aureola, lavishing it with attention until her skin pebbled there. She moaned and arched her back, and then moaned all over again as his right hand found its way to the apex of her thighs. He teased at her slit for just a moment, his forefinger finding its way into her channel, before he pulled back out.

Caitlin whimpered and eyed the petulant ice blue eyes gazing down at her.

“No fair.”

“You weren’t fair either, darling. Teased me the whole time within an inch of my life. This is more than balanced.”

 
She shook her head and ignored the way she panted. She could at least pretend to have some damn dignity. Or maybe not. “I just need you inside me.”

“Oh that’s not for tonight, love,” he said, his hand straying lovingly over the curls of red at her groin. “I’m going to make you scream with a different type of pleasure.”

“Then do it,” she said, trying to keep some control.

He smirked back at her and kissed his way down the skin of her stomach inch by inch and she shivered at the sensation, especially as his tongue found her belly button. A few tender flicks there had her screaming his name and maybe those of several deities, she’d frankly lost count. All the while, his right hand was kneading her thighs, traveling occasionally to the curve of her ass to squeeze it. Caitlin’s eyes rolled back once his heavenly lips reached her crotch, when she felt those kisses caress the skin and curls there.

Is he really?

She’d met so few men who liked that. Her last boyfriend, she’d practically had to beg him, despite how much oral sex she gave him. Maybe chivalry had been very different way back when.

“I–” She started and then stopped. Caitlin didn’t want to say that he didn’t have to. He damn well needed to after teasing her mercilessly.

Then she felt it, the pure pleasure setting nerves and skin alight when his tongue found her clit. One hand was gripping her ass and the fingers of the other were probing into her vagina, going deeper into her core and finding a rhythm with his tongue. Goosebumps erupted over her skin and that tender nub of nerves began to pulse in time with his ministrations.
 

Goddess is this a magic power too?

He was working at a pace she assumed couldn’t be human. Waves of pleasure crashed over her until she felt everything pulling together for one final crescendo. His left index and ring fingers were deep inside her; his hand cupped her ass. Then his tongue—that damnable tongue—started swirling just a bit counter clockwise, and she lost it completely as spasms of pleasure arched over her.

“Goddess yes!”

The tide of ecstasy slammed into her, and she was tossed by it. First one way, then the other, as he covered her sex with his mouth. Her entire body shuddered, quaking beyond control. Her lungs fought to keep up, her hips grinding, and still Logan wouldn’t stop. The sensitive nub screamed for yet more release. Finally, her back arched violently, and she heard her own voice screaming, but what she didn’t know. As the surge finally crested and her climax released, Caitlin’s body went limp.

Slowly, Logan settled himself next to her on the bed. With tender movements, he rolled her over and wrapped his strong arms around her. Her breath caught in her throat.

Ever since the death of her parents, this was what she’d truly been missing—this security, this safety. In his arms, she felt that nothing could touch her, and that she’d always be safe.
 

But she’d learned from a young age to always take care of herself and her sister. It had kept her alive and sane. She couldn’t afford to break that rule. Not now, not even for him. She tried to move.

“Shh, lass,” he said, kissing her temple. At the softness of his lips, she had no choice but to melt against him. “It’s all right for now. When you wake up, you’re going to see so much more of the world than you have before.”

WHEN CAITLIN WOKE up, she could smell the coffee that Logan had already brewed. And if she wasn’t mistaken, the aroma of bacon was in the air as well. Just as she was sitting up, he came through the doorway holding a tray. She took the tray from him and tried to ignore the way her mouth watered at the eggs and bacon heaped out before her.
 

“So you’re domestic?”

“I’ve learned a lot of things over the years.”

She blushed, thinking of everything that had happened last night.
 

“That’s more than true.” Grinning, Caitlin took the coffee cup and took a long sip. “You even make the best coffee I’ve ever had. Is there anything you can’t do?”

“I’ve never been great at technology. Texting isn’t my thing. I can do the internet okay. Also, knitting eludes.”

She laughed. It was the stupidest joke she’d ever heard. When Logan didn’t echo her laughter, she just gulped. “No really?”

“There are long trips in steerage I prefer not to bore you with from my youth. I have no talent for it, make the rows go pear-shaped all the time, completely messed up. I would have made you tea, but I think this is enough for now.”

“Isn’t caffeine just caffeine?”

He shook his head and stole a piece of bacon from her plate before she could slap at his hand.
 

“Not for the caffeine, for the remnants. You said you can read tea leaves, correct?”

“I can, but it’s very hard. I do a ton better with my crystal ball.”

He nodded. “Your senses are already awakening. I can tell by how dilated your pupils are. It’s a process that will continue to intensify, expanding the depth of your divination. If you were to try the tea leaves now, I really think that you’d do better.”

“So we’re not trying it?”

“Because the afterglow is still over you, you’re not in a state yet to try accessing your talent. We can do tea reading a bit later.”

“So you dictate my schedule?”

He shook his head and kissed her shoulder. “I don’t, but I don’t want you to feel so overwhelmed. These last two days are enough without dumping a reading on you first thing in the morning.”

“I can handle a lot of things.”

He kissed her again and his lips were feather light, as always, but she felt it deep in her core, touching her in a way they hadn’t even reached last night. God, she felt badly for all her friends and her sister. This was Nirvana. For the first time in a long time, she felt comfort with her abilities and her heritage. After years of trying to find her answers, they’d landed on her doorstep—and been gorgeous to boot.

“So, now that I ask questions?” she started, smirking. “You’re going to kiss away my qualms.”

He captured her lips this time and on his breath she tasted mint intertwined with both coffee and apricot jam.
 

“I’m here to do whatever you want,” he said. “Every encounter we have or time you commune willingly with the greater home of nature, you’ll expand your senses and power. You won’t reach ultimate strength unless you initiate, but that’s a choice for you to make. Not every warlock or witch is immortal.”

“But you are. So you must be…who was she?”

“She was part of a coven long ago. But I’m part of the Magus Corps now. We’re focused on finding and protecting those who need us.”

“Must be lonely,” she added, setting the tray on her bedside table. Reaching out, she traced the lines of his finely sculpted pecks. Was it her imagination or was he shivering beneath her touch? Could she even have that much power over an immortal warrior? She was just Caitlin. Sure, she had her gifts, but she couldn’t compare to some fierce warrior witch of time gone by.
 

“Is it all about the fight?”

He stilled, and she watched as his jaw clenched.
 

“It can be long, but we have comrades in arms. I’ve just never found a woman, even my initiate partner, who stirred me as you do. But it’s always…”
 

She sighed and stroked a bit at his abdomen. “My choice. Is it a choice if I feel like falling into you every time we touch?”

He laughed, throaty and low and her thighs clenched with need under the sheet.
 

“If it makes you feel any better, lass, I burn the same way.” He stood then and collected her plate and cup. “I’m going for a quick walk and then we can practice whatever you need.”

“Why do you think I need you to vamoose?”

“I doubt you’re ready to share a shower, and the temptation for unprotected sex…to initiate…is too great. Besides, I have this feeling that you can’t wait to call your sister.”

She chuckled and let her blanket fall down to her hips, exposing her perky breasts for his viewing pleasure. “Are you sure you’re not a mind reader and, also, are you sure I can’t tempt you?”

Laughing again, he leaned down and kissed her nipples, letting his tongue stray over her aureolas until she moaned. Pulling back, he grinned. “Don’t tempt me, darling, but you’re easy to read, been staring at your cell phone all morning.”

“Okay, but be quick. I might need a second round, ahem, just to help with expanding my mind.”

“Maybe I’ve made a monster,” he added, setting the tray by the sink in the main room and then slipping on his shoes and shirt. “I’ll be back in a few.”

“I’ll hold you to that or no Knight you’ve ever met will be equal to my wrath.”

Once she was alone and had recovered from the enviable view of his ass as Logan walked out the door, Caitlin grabbed her phone and dialed her sister. It took five rings before Sheila answered and that scared her a bit. It was highly unlike her eager beaver sis to reply on anything less than the first ring. It scared her more when she heard the tight and abrupt tone that greeted her.

“What is it?”

“And good morning to you too. Are you okay?” she asked, standing up and walking over to her dresser to start changing. “Seriously, I’ve never heard you this cranky.”

It took three beats before her sister answered and on the other end, Caitlin was inundated with ragged breaths. God, had Sheila even slept last night?
 

“I’m fine,
Mom
, I just had a long night.”

Caitlin stiffened. She and Sheila had always been close and her younger sister was grateful for the time Caitlin had spent raising her once the courts allowed it. Still, that jab hurt and was another odd part of the conversation. Neither of them talked much about their parents; it hurt too much. Sheila was far from a person who would cavalierly throw it in her face.
 

“Okay, I just…you know that guy I was telling you about?”

“Your neighbor Darryl?”

“Darren.”

Her sister seemed to come around and squealed on the other end. It was enough to make Caitlin shrink in on herself and point the phone toward the doorway.
 

“Uh, no,” she said, speaking more loudly than she might usually have done.
 

She was fumbling for her clothing after all and trying to hold the cell phone away from her ears until her sister stepped back from “girl talk Def Con 1” and all the shrieking that went with it.

“So if it’s not him then who?”

“That other guy, from work, remember?”

“Oh the card player, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Why Do You Have All the Luck?”

Right on more counts than she could possibly know
.

“Yeah,” Caitlin said, finishing sliding on her fluffiest sweater. Maybe Logan would forgive the plethora of preppy argyle sweaters her Aunt Florence had gifted her over the years. Free was free after all. “Anyway, it’s amazing, sis, and I owe a lot of it to you. You told me to just go for it and I did!”

“I’m glad,” Sheila replied as Caitlin finally held the phone normally. “You caught me at a bad time. I have things to take care of, but we’ll meet soon at Miss Shirley’s Café and talk, right?”

“Sure. You’re okay, aren’t you? I’m not so blissed out in afterglow that I can’t tell you’re upset.”

“I’m fine. I just feel like I’m going through some changes lately, but it’s no big deal. I bet all college students feel like that.”

“Sure and–” Caitlin said, before she heard a shout and then a thump that seemed to rock her front porch.
The Hell?
“I’ve gotta go. I promise we’ll talk next weekend, okay?”

“Caitlin?”

“Okay love you!” she said, clicking the conversation off and feeling like dirt for leaving her sister hanging.
 

Running past Schnapps’s cage, she promised him food soon, and realized she was disappointing people left and right. Still, she burst out onto the porch and was floored by what she saw. Logan had Darren pinned to the wall of his house, one thick forearm pressed against the other man’s throat. Her neighbor’s eyes were bugging out wildly, and his skin had taken on a blue pallor. All around them on the street, people were starting to gather and stare. This was too much even for Baltimorians to ignore.