Chapter 8: Call my name

LOGAN

I approached the bed, my boots silent on the hardwood floor. Her scent, a mix of jasmine and something sweeter, something purely hers, filled my lungs, making my pulse thunder.

I stopped at the edge of the bed, my hands flexing at my sides, aching to touch her but holding back to savor the moment. She was totally bare before me, and the sight of her stretched out, vulnerable yet inviting, sent a surge of heat through me.

“Reina,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended, “you have no idea how much you’re testing me right now.” I leaned down, bracing one knee on the bed, my hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her hips.

The air between us crackled, charged with her warmth and the pull of her scent. My wolf howled, urging me to close the distance, but I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay gentle.

“What are you going to do to me? I...” she sounded afraid, and that's not what I wanted for her.

“Don’t worry, my sweet flavour. You'd see just how much pleasure I can give you in only a few minutes,” I replied. Her gaze never left mine, and I saw something shift in them. Almost as if the fear dissipated.

I lowered my head, my lips hovering near her ear, close enough that my breath stirred the fine hairs at her temple. “I’m gonna take this slow, Reina,” I murmured, keeping my tone low and soothing, though my wolf clawed at my insides, demanding more.

“I want you to feel everything, to know that you can be free with me.” Her body trembled beneath me, a subtle shiver that made my blood burn, but I held back, determined to keep my promise.

My hand grazed the side of her arm, a feather-light touch that sent a ripple of goosebumps across her skin. “You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice dropping to a growl despite myself.

I trailed my fingers down to her wrist, circling it gently before lifting it to my lips. I pressed a slow kiss to the inside of her wrist, where her pulse raced, and her soft gasp sent a thrill through me.

“Do you feel that?”

She stared at me and nodded slowly. I smirked a little, giving her a single nod as well.

“That’s what you do to me, Reina. Every damn beat of your heart.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she shifted slightly, revealing more of her intimate parts to my view. Was that a conscious act?

My wolf surged forward, a primal urge to claim her roaring in my chest, but I shoved it down, focusing on her. This was about her, not the beast inside me. I slid my hand beneath her waist, my fingers skimming the edge of her clit.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, my eyes locking onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitation, or pleasure. “I need to know you’re with me.”

She didn't say anything. No refusal, no acknowledgement. Maybe I wasn't doing well enough. I removed my finger, and leaned closer, allowing my knee to slide further onto the bed, pressing over her.

I hovered over her, our faces inches apart, and her lips parted, her gaze heavy with a mix of nerves and desire, and the urge to kiss her was nearly overwhelming.

But I held back, letting the anticipation build, letting her feel everything slowly. I wanted her to give in and demand for it too.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I mumbled, my thumb brushing along her jaw, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. “Since the first day I saw you. Despite the scars and hollowness you held, I saw beyond all that. I saw a woman that could satisfy the cravings of my beast.”

I grabbed her hands and placed them on my shoulders, and her fingers gripped them lightly. I trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, moving slowly to the sensitive spot just below her ear. “You smell so good,”

I murmured against her skin “It’s driving me crazy, and I'm waiting until you say the word.” My wolf snarled in protest, its need to claim her pounding in my veins, but I focused on the softness of her skin, the way her breath hitched with every kiss. “I know you want exactly what I want. What I don't know is why you're refusing to admit.”

I moved to her neck, lingering at the hollow of her throat where her scent was strongest, and my wolf howled, desperate to mark her. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay gentle, pressing slow, deliberate kisses instead.

“I don't want anything,” she whispered gently. In response, I pressed my knee further into her and she gasped, arching her back and pressing her softness into my hard chest.

“Not with this, you do,” I whispered, my hand sliding to her hip, fingers splaying over the curve of it, pulling her just a fraction closer. “I want you to remember every second of this, Reina. Every touch.”

She whimpered softly, her fingers tightening on my shoulders, and the sound nearly broke me. “Logan…” she murmured, her voice trembling with need, and I pulled back just enough to look at her, to see the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes shone with trust and desire.

“Did you just call my name?” I asked, and she seemed afraid. “Do it again!” I ordered. “If you're ready to explore the world of passion, do it again. Call my name.”

I took my hand from her hips and replaced my knee, rubbing her sensitive spot. Slowly, I slid a finger in, still holding her gaze. I saw every reaction, and how her gaze seemed to lose focus with every thrust.

“Call my name again, Reina,” I urged, thrusting deeper.

She whimpered, pressing her lips into a tight line. Just how stubborn could this woman get?

“Don’t test my patience, my little moon rose,” I growled lightly. “Call. My. Name.”

I slid another finger in, and she let out a gasp, turning her gaze away. Then I stopped, pulling my fingers out and taking my hand away from her body.

She suddenly turned to me and I saw the disappointment in her eyes. I chuckled. “So you do want it after all?”

“No... I...” she was flustered and her face turned red.

I laughed at the sight. When suddenly, my wolf became uneasy within me.

> Someone's coming.

My entire demeanor changed and in a swift motion, I covered her naked body with a blanket and swooshed to the door. Without turning back, I said, “Don’t move an inch. I'll be back.” And then I left.