005.

Amelia's POV

I felt so bare, I just wanted to pull away and hide. But the moment I tried to close my legs, he held me apart in a strong grip, a disapproving growl tearing through him.

I let out a broken whimper as his grip on my thighs tightened.

"Goddess in hell, you look so pretty, it'll be a waste to pass on the chance to know if you taste just as good as you look down here, Wildcat" he murmured and before the words could even sink in, he was already on me, his tongue lapping from my entrance to my clit in a slow, hard drag.

A sob broke free, my hands shooting out to tangle in his hair while he worked me with his tongue.

The pleasure that shot through me was so hard, so intense, I just wanted out. But my hips had a mind of its own, and instead of pulling away, I was chasing the pressure of his tongue and teeth on me.

"Logan..." I sobbed, panting as he thrust his tongue deep inside me, while his fingers found my clit, again. He wasn't just tasting me, he was eating me up and it's driving me out of my damn mind.

"Fuck, Logan... Right there..." I moaned, grinding hard against his face even as my legs trembled against the sides of his head from overstimulation. But even then, he didn't let up, until he dragged out two orgasms from me.

I watched as he made a quick work of his belt and jeans, pulling them and his shorts down in one go and his cock sprang free so thick and hard, I felt my breath hitch.

I swear he wouldn't fit. I'll die taking him inside me.

I had no idea if I said that out loud or if my impression just gave me out, but I heard him chuckle lightly, towering over me, with amusement twinkling in those dark predator eyes.

He sure was having the best time of his life watching me squirm as I regretted my life choices.

"You look like you're seeing a dick for the first time in your life, Wildcat... Or are you really?" He asked, brows raised in question.

I shook my head fast. Too fast. "No! No, it's not my first time, but you won't fit" the words came out as a nervous whisper, but then he tilted my chin up and kissed me instead, until more than half the tension disappeared from my joints.

"I'll fit, because you'll let me. You'll take all of me inside your pretty little cunt, and you'll do it so well, like a good fucking girl." He murmured against my lips, not a question, and definitely not a request.

"Just relax," he murmured, voice low and dark as he eased himself into me, inch by agonizing inch until he was buried to the hilt inside me.

A long hard moan tore from my quivering lungs, the pleasure and discomfort pooling at the back of my eyes as I mumbled, "So deep..."

"Fucking hell... Wildcat. You feel so warm, so fucking tight. Now you're going to brace up for the wildest ride" he warned before he started moving, slow and hard at first, then quickening with each following thrust.

My breaths came slower, more restrained, my nails digging harder into his back with every hard thrust. His thrusts grew faster, harder, animalistic. And when he angled his hips, his thrust hitting a part of me that made my eyes water and my toes curl, I was sobbing from too much pleasure but my body was clenching so hard around him, pulling him deeper like it wanted him there forever.

"Fuck, Amelia. You're not helping if you're going to keep clenching that hard" He growled and I whimpered, clenching even harder, without meaning to.

A curse left his lips as he kept thrusting, hitting that one spot until I was thrown over the edge, my release shattering so hard, I thought I was going to pass out. But even then, he didn't stop. He dragged it on, faster and harder, leaving me sobbing from overstimulation.

But he wasn't done with me. And it didn't take long to realize that my body, as sensitive as it was, would still welcome the torture.

He was about to pull me into another position when I stopped him.

“Wait,” I panted, pushing at his chest. “I want to be on top.”

A slow, sexy smile touched his lips. He rolled onto his back, letting me take control. I straddled his hips, guiding him inside me. He filled me up, stretching me perfectly.

I rode him, slow at first, then faster, my hands braced on his tattooed chest. He gripped my hips, his thumbs digging in as he met my thrusts.

“You feel so good, so big” I moaned hard, my head falling back.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough.

I did, but not without my walls gripping him so hard like the command was a sign that he would leave. His eyes were locked on mine with the connection intense. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me, and began to fuck me upwards, driving deeper.

“Oh, god, right there!” I cried out, shattering around him again.

We fell back onto the mattress. He slid out of me only long enough to turn me onto my hands and knees.

He entered me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other tangling in my hair. This angle was deeper, more animalistic.

“You take me so well,” he rasped, pounding into me.

“Fuck, Logan, don’t stop!”

I came a third time, screaming into the motel pillow.

He wasn’t far behind. He flipped me onto my back one last time, driving into me with a final, powerful rhythm. I wrapped my trembling legs around his waist, pulling him deeper until I was hurled over the edge, my release finding me so violently, I couldn't bite back a scream.

"Fucking hell, wildcat, I'm going to get used to making you come so hard for me. You look so fucking hot when you scream my name like that" he murmured, voice low, deep and still very much lust-filled.

His thrusts slowed, but maybe it was his words or the way he angled his thrusts, but just five more thrusts had me right where he needed me. At the fucking edge, again, milking him perfectly.

I climaxed one last time with a squirting, shaking, mind-blanking wave of pleasure that left me completely boneless.

We collapsed in a sweaty, breathless heap on the destroyed bed.

I don’t know how long we lay there. My entire body was humming. That was, without a single doubt, the greatest sex of my entire life.

After a long while, he kissed my shoulder and got up. I watched his naked, perfect ass walk into the bathroom. The man was a goddamn masterpiece! One that made me cum several times but didn't cum even once himself.

But before I could dwell on it, the idea hit me.. a stupid, dangerous idea.

The things he took from those werewolves.

I slid out of bed, my legs still wobbly and tiptoed to where his jacket lay on the floor. I patted the pockets, my heart starting to pound again as my fingers closed around cold, laminated plastic.

I pulled out two IDs. The first one was from the meathead who grabbed me. I squinted at it in the dim light.

Security Division. Ashford Industries.

My blood ran cold. Damian’s security? Why were his guys attacking us? Were they after me?

Confused, I looked at the second ID. It was Logan’s. Or, it was supposed to be.

But the name wasn’t Logan..!

The photo was him, looking all serious and handsome.. but the name underneath…

Lucas Ashford.

My breath hitched. No. No way.

Ashford. Damian’s last name. And Lucas… Damian’s estranged brother…?! The one who supposedly left the family years ago according to the stories. The one Damian never shut up about hating..!

I was holding his brother’s ID. Which meant…

“Find what you were looking for?”

The voice, cold and flat, came from the bathroom doorway and I yelped, dropping the IDs like they were on fire. .

I spun around and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over that magnificent chest, watching me with a blank expression.

Shit…!