OMEGA LOGAN'S REVENGE

The sky was clear tonight. Logan looked out on the soft twilight that casted on his Tyrian purple-colored desk that was sitting just at the edge of his room, which he mostly found himself staring at every night before he fell asleep. But his attention wasn't on the desk tonight. It was nowhere near it.  

He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming around on her, wandering each and every curve and line of her body. He was in awe of how her beauty seemed to increase every time they were together. It marveled at him. Tonight, he was doing Cynthia. He would do her all night without enervating a wink.  

That was what Cynthia did to him. He took in a greedy breath as she traced his bare chest with her index finger, to just right where he wanted her to be.  

"Jesuit, Cynthia." He groans as he rolls over, pinning her back against his royal king-sized bed. It was also a Tyrian purple-colored bed. He liked the color, and he liked that Cynthia wore a matching Tyrian purple thong and garters. She smiled mischievously as she joined their lips together into a deep unholy kiss that had his insides tied up in a matter of seconds.  

"You know what Logan? There is this sex appeal that comes with being a full grownup werewolf." She rolled over and pinned him back to the bed this time. She intentionally moved her hips slowly against his crotch which made him groan. The animalistic sexual frustration induced groan that would resound all the way to the end of the corridor.  

 "Then fuck me, Cynthia." Logan rasped his lower lip slackening in anticipation.  

"No. It would weaken your legs. And we don’t want to take any chances for Tom anymore..."  

He cut her off with a subtle kiss, which was the absolute opposite of what he was feeling in his guts. A raging fire was pent up in him and all that could stop it was Cynthia. He didn't care about anything at the moment, not even the fight that was happening tomorrow. He moved her closer to his body, his midnight blue eyes morphing a few shades darker than before. 

"Fuck it, Cynthia. I will win tomorrow. Failure isn't an option for me,” he said, releasing her. "The only failure that  is bothering me is that I'm not in between your legs right now." He feigned a painful grunt as he laid his body back on the headrest of the bed. 

He slowly removed his shirt and threw it on the other side of the bed. He got the throw pillow just by his left and rested his head on it, looking ever so seductively at her, but she refused to let her guard down.  

Cynthia swallowed the bitterness in her throat. She wanted Logan just as much as he wanted her, or even more, but she had an ulterior motive. What she would get in the long run after it is accomplished is better than the night of pleasure. She was purposely denying herself with this devilishly handsome werewolf.  

"I know you would win Logan. You always do. But hey, it wouldn't hurt anyone to take precautions." She got up from the bed and walked towards Logan’s table. He was not a whiskey person, but there was always a bottle or two lurking around in the corners of his room.  

"Due diligence has never turned me on this much." He closed his eyes momentarily, as he waited for her to pour in a glass for the both of them. 

Logan knew it was a bad idea to get drunk a day before one of the most important days of his life but he couldn't resist Cynthia, so he had to because he was a literal second away from blue balls.  

“You’re going to have this drink,” she narrowed her cat eyes into slits as she took slow strides towards him. “From my hand.” She purred as she got to the edge of the bed.  

She smirked as she took in a careful fake sip of the cold whiskey, and leaned into his face. She parted his lips with the tip of her index finger, then poured the liquid out into him and watched him swallow. Logan felt his whole body react to the sharp taste of the whiskey. It was the strongest he had ever tasted, and it coming from Cynthia’s hand made it a whole lot better.  

“Was that an act of seduction or what?” Logan slid his hand around her waist and squeezed it. “Because I totally fell for it. So would you let me now?”  

“Yeah, but give me a second.” Cynthia pecked his cheek before she got up and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet as fast as she could and gagged, rinsing her mouth with water. She also poured out the remaining powder she mixed in Logan’s whiskey before she straightened up herself and headed back to his room.  

Her heart fell to her stomach when she found him staring at the toilet door, just waiting for her to come out. If by any chance Logan found out his mate betrayed him, he would not give her a chance to rectify the situation. She was afraid of what he could do.  

“You done?” He raised a brow. Cynthia loved his brows. They were slightly connected, which was a distinctive feature everyone from his pack had. But Logan’s was the only thing that intrigued her.  

“I am done. Now at your service Sir.” She bobbed a courtesy to him, making him smirk. He got up from the bed and took straight manly strides towards her.  

“I should have done this a long time ago.” He pushed her to the wall that was mere inches away from her and violently kissed her lips. He whirled her body to the back, in the heat of the moment, and made her lean against the nearest table.  

Without thinking twice, he ripped away from the flimsy thong she was wearing and rammed into her ferociously, moving with a wild pace until he made sure his mate wouldn’t have the balls to walk straight the next day.