The Wolf's Mate Book 6: Logan & Jenna (11 page)

“Of course I do, sweetheart,
but we made love all night and obviously you’re sore. Not to mention the fact
that we need to leave in about ten minutes.”

“That’s long enough for a quickie.”

“Later, sweetheart, when we
get home.”

She made a sound that was
incredibly close to a snarl and pushed off the counter.  “Fine.  Get out so I
can get ready.”

Surprised at her abrupt
emotional change, he stepped from the bathroom and winced as she slammed the
door.

Ten minutes later, as she
stared mutely out the window of his truck while he drove to the full moon
meeting place, he was at a complete loss for words.  One minute she’d been hot
and the next she’d run cold, with no explanation.  It was true they’d known
each other only a few days, but he hadn’t thought she was a moody kind of
person.  It actually reminded him a bit of when he was a young wolf, and his
first few moons would make him feel out of control emotionally.  He hadn’t
really had anyone to help him deal with the aggression and the desires that
swamped him back then, because his grandmother didn’t understand what male
wolves dealt with, anymore than he understood what she-wolves went through
their first few moons.  But Jenna wasn’t a wolf, she was a fairy.  Maybe the
dream had upset her more than she’d let on.

As if sensing he was looking
at her, Jenna glanced at him and he was surprised to see tears shining in her
eyes.

He jerked the truck to the
side of the road, unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms. 
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Whatever I did, I’m sorry.”

She cried into his neck, sobs
shaking her body as he held her close and wondered what the hell he’d said or done
to set her off.  The bathroom conversation came to mind and he felt like a
giant ass.

“Baby, I want you all the
time, I do, I swear.  I know you’re sore, and it would kill me if I hurt you
while we were making love.  I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Shaking her head, she
sniffled and pulled away from him, wiping shaking fingers under her eyes.

“It’s not that, Logan.  I
just don’t feel right.  Yesterday when we made love all day and all night, it
was all I could think about.  And this morning, I still want you and I feel
like I can’t ever get enough of you.  But then I was just angry and I don’t
even know why and I don’t know why I’m crying now, either. I feel out of
control and not myself and I don’t know what to do.”  Her voice wavered
slightly at the end and she started crying again.

She fell against him and he
held her, unsure what he should do.  After several minutes, she seemed to gather
herself.  She kissed him on the cheek and settled back in her seat.  As fast as
the tears had come, they were gone.  More confused than before, he put the
truck in gear and finished the drive, following a path through the woods to
where the pack congregated on the full moon.  He hadn’t given much thought to
what Jenna would do when he went out to hunt with his pack.  Cades didn’t shift
and a group of females stayed with her while Jason hunted, so perhaps Jenna
could stay with her.

Logan lowered the tailgate
and Jenna hopped up, settling herself with what he suspected was a lot more
wiggling then necessary, flashing him a sultry smile.  He cupped her face and
leaned down, brushing his lips across hers, watching as her eyes slipped from
bright silver to dark steel.  His wolf growled in approval.

Her hands, which had been
hooked around his waist, slid forward, one dipping down to caress the fly of
his jeans.  With a groan, he circled her wrist with his fingers and lifted her
hand to his mouth.

She leaned into his chest and
sighed deeply, and he released her hand and wrapped both arms around her.  “You
okay, baby?”  He rested his cheek on the top of her head.

“Yes.  No.  I don’t know.”

“You still feeling out of
sorts?”

She nodded.

“When we’re done here, we’ll
go home and relax.”

He felt her teeth bite into
his chest like a warning nip and he looked down at her.  She wiggled her
brows.  “We’ll relax tomorrow.”

Chapter 7

Logan kissed her with an
exaggerated groan and moved away from the truck, promising to wrap things up
with the young wolves quickly.  She looked over the group of seven, counting
only one female.  She was thin, with sunny blonde hair and large blue eyes.  She
was using a rake to clear the area around a deep firepit.  As she worked, she
looked up surreptitiously at the males, her eyes darting back to her task
whenever one of them looked at her.  Jenna smiled to herself.  She’d been that
young girl once, unsure of how to approach a boy that liked her, afraid to be
rejected, always wondering where she fit in.  She shifted her gaze to Logan as
he lifted a thick log and carried it effortlessly to the pit, dropping it
inside.  Things were easier with him because they’d been thrown together by the
spell when he’d saved her life.  She didn’t have to wonder if he liked her,
because she could feel it.  They hadn’t known each other long, but she felt
like they were old souls and had been together forever.  She had woken up half
in love with him at the hospital, but yesterday, when he’d been so tender with
her, she’d fallen head over heels.  But he was a big, strong, macho kind of guy
and he probably didn’t want to hear her mooning emotions, and she didn’t want
to freak him out in case he thought it was too soon.  She’d wait a while longer
to tell him her true feelings.

She watched his muscles bunch
and flex as he moved and her body heated in response.  The man was a walking
advertisement for sex.  They’d managed to keep their hands off each other for a
few days, but eventually they’d given into their urges, and she was very glad
they had.  Yesterday had been one explosive orgasm after another.  She’d woken
up feeling a little sore, but she felt perfectly fine now, if not a little hot
and anxious.

She licked her lips and her
teeth began to tingle as she remembered biting Logan.  It had been the
strangest thing.  She’d felt compelled to do it, as if it was something she was
supposed
to do.  Her body began to hum and she crossed her legs, which
just made her jeans rub against her suddenly throbbing pussy.

Fanning herself, she
uncrossed her legs, muffling her groan through pursed lips, and hopped down. 
Maybe a walk would help clear her mind.  The air was crisp and she inhaled
several times, filling her lungs with the scent of trees and nature.  She moved
through the trees leisurely, keeping the clearing in her sights.  She certainly
didn’t want to get lost.  And Logan would probably be pissed that she’d walked
away without him.

What’s that
?

Something light brown flashed
in her peripheral vision and she felt all her senses narrow to the low-hanging
leaves of a shrub.  Something was in there.  She tilted her head to the side,
narrowing her eyes on the space between leaves where the creature had
disappeared.  Shifting her weight, she moved slowly forward, closing the
distance.

She was almost within reach
of the creature when a hand wrapped around her arm and jerked her upright with
a snarl.

“Damn it, Jenna!”  Logan
growled.

The creature, a small rabbit,
darted off and Jenna sighed.  “Thanks a lot, Logan.  I almost had that thing.”

He frowned.  “You were trying
to catch a rabbit?”  His tight grip on her arm relaxed slightly.

Hearing him say the words out
loud made it sound insane.  Had she really been stalking a little furry
rabbit?  And just what was she going to do when she caught it?

Shaking her head, she
laughed, and then noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt any longer.  His
tattoos stood out against his lightly tanned skin, and she moved closer,
running her fingers across the design on his arm.  He went very still and she
cast her eyes up at him as she touched her lips to his bicep and licked the
curve of one swirl.

“Baby,” his voice was low.

“Take me home, Logan.”

He cupped her face with both
of his hands.  “Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?”

“Hot,” she purred.

To her dismay, one of his
hands pressed to her forehead.

She rolled her eyes.  “Not
that
kind of hot.”

His eyes widened and he
dropped his hand from her forehead.  His nostrils flared, and she knew he could
smell how turned on she was.  Hell, she felt like she could smell it, too; the
sweet, musky scent of her desire for him.

“Take me home…now.”

He turned them quickly and
pulled her through the woods back to the clearing, where the young wolves
appeared to be finishing up.

“Go check in with your alpha
after you put the tools up.  See you tonight.”

He opened the door to his
truck and helped her inside, walking around the back and slamming the tailgate
shut before climbing into the driver’s side and shutting the door.

The truck rumbled to life and
he pulled away from the clearing, following a path through the woods that ran
next to the alpha’s house and out to the street.  She unsnapped her jeans and
pulled the zipper down, lifting her hips and pushing them down her legs.

The truck swerved and Logan
cursed.  “What are you doing?”

“Put your finger right here,”
she said, pointing to her clit.

He looked at her in
confusion, but reached his hand over, sliding his finger down her swollen nub
and through the wet lips of her pussy.

“Shit, baby, you’re so wet,”
he groaned, keeping his eyes on the road as his finger moved up and down and
swirled around her clit.

“You turn me on,” she said,
placing her hand on top of his and lifting her hips to guide his finger as it
glided over her.

“You turn me on, too, love,”
he looked at her again, but just for a brief moment.  “You want to come?”

“Yes, please,” she moaned,
her head pressing against the headrest restlessly as her hips lifted.

His finger bent and he began
to flick the side of her clit with fast motions.  Her stomach fluttered and her
feet drummed into the floor.

“Oh, Logan,” she gripped his
arm.  “Oh!”  She arched her hips off the seat and he pushed two fingers into
her pussy as she came, his fingers sliding easily inside.

He prolonged her orgasm with
his fingers, fucking her hard with them until he reached around the steering
wheel and turned off the truck and she realized that they were in the garage. 
Slipping his wet fingers from her body, he licked the tips with a low growl and
opened his door.

“Get those fucking pants off
now.”

Slamming his door, he stalked
around the front of the truck and she kicked off her shoes hurriedly and shoved
her jeans and panties off her legs.  He ripped the door open and jerked her
into his arms.

Jenna wrapped her legs around
Logan’s waist as he kissed her while carrying her into the house.  This was
what she’d been wanting, she was sure of it.  All morning, while she’d watched
him with the young wolves, she’d wanted him again.  It didn’t matter that they’d
made love all night.  All that mattered was that she wanted him now, and then
again and again, until her voice was hoarse and her limbs were useless.

He turned into the bedroom
and she dug her nails into his shoulders as she deepened the kiss.  Her back
met the wall, cushioned by his arm as his fingers tangled in her hair and a
growl rumbled from his chest.

“Now, Logan, now.”  She
tugged on his waist with her legs, grinding herself against the ridge of his
erection.

He undid his jeans and freed
his cock.

“Fucking look at me, baby,”
he said with a hoarse voice as his cock breeched her pussy and shoved inside
her.

She opened her eyes wide and
stared into his, which were now ringed with amber.  His hand slapped the wall
next to them and the arm that was holding her against him slipped to cushion
her ass.

“Mine.  You’re fucking mine.”

He pounded into her, their
bodies coming together again and again as he took her against the wall fast and
hard.  Heat coiled in the center of her body and she dug her nails into his
shoulders and gripped his hips with her legs.  He pistoned in and out of her
with speed and force, rocking her hard and fast, his lips curled into a snarl
and his eyes blazing.

She reached between them and
touched her clit.  The friction of his body against hers had primed her so she
was tightly wound and ready to come.  A few flicks of her fingers and she fell
apart, her body locking down on his as her mouth fell open in a scream of pure
pleasure.  He roared when he came, the sound a mixture of pleasure and
possession.

Panting hard, he buried his
face in her neck.  Her body went limp and she breathed out a sigh of relief. 
She felt better.  Maybe all she’d needed was a good, hard fucking.