《Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

Logan--Bryan finally takes a second to think after Emory’s rebuttal. He knows we have better hearing than humans do at this point, and that we’re stronger and faster. He turns to me, done arguing with Emory. “You can’t protect her? Even from your own people?” I bristle at the implication.“The pack would never harm their Luna. It’s not our way. They might snub her or disrespect her, but never outright harm. Our main problems come entirely from humanity.” I’m trying hard not to be racist, but if humans operated more like shifter packs, much of the current chaos could be avoided. Bryan rolls his eyes at me, and Landon steps in. “That has got to stop. You don’t disrespect the Alpha or Luna unless you want your shit rocked. I’m a great guy and all, but I’m still his enforcer. If any of the pack spot you acting like a shit with no consequences, we’ll have anarchy around here real fucking quick.” He starts poking Bryan’s chest with each word. “You. Respect. Your. Superiors.” Landon’s ches

Emory--I’ve missed the homey feeling that comes with having my mom cooking for everyone. For the first time, I wonder if my kids will be missing out on that if we have new people coming in to cook all the time. If the kitchen is the heart of the home, after all, should we at least have someone long-term here? Of course, Logan and I have a while before we have to think about all that, so I just settle in and bask in the nostalgic feelings.  In contrast to the homey feeling of cooking with Mama, dinner is quiet and awkward. Everyone compliments Mama’s cooking, of course, and she deflects and compliments our chefs in training. By the end of it, I can see Landon twitching to leave the uncomfortable atmosphere, and I can’t blame him. It seems like Bryan got a stern word from Dad about how to behave in someone else’s home– like when we were little– a

Emory--Is it possible to die from this? I think I might be dying. Logan’s main intention with the ties was to keep me still and quiet, but the result is sensory deprivation, as well. Face down, ass up as I am– I can’t see anything he’s doing. I can’t touch him. I can’t make any noises besides muffled squeaks and moans. All I can do is feel what he’s doing to me and listen to his filthy commentary. I’ve never been helpless like this before, and I wasn’t ready for how much it heightens every sensation. I’m drowning in it. Every lick, suck, and the fanning of Logan’s breath against my… my core is pounding through me like my nerve endings are plugged into an amplifier in my brain.   I fee

Logan--Once I finally get myself back together after one of the best climaxes I’ve ever had, I look down at my handiwork. Emory is a dripping, sweaty mess. She’s passed out in my bed again, and I debate the merits of waking her up for a bath and just toweling her off. When I see the wet spot under us on the sheets, I decide on option one. “Come on, baby, let’s get cleaned up.” I untie her wrists and pull her blouse off of them, then undo the tie in her mouth before gathering her up in my arms. It’s hard to hold onto her when she’s all slippery like this, but I wouldn’t trade a single second of our game to ease this cleanup. “When I said I wanted you dripping, I didn’t think about the need for a towel afterwards. Note that down for next time.”  She murmurs something incoherent before nuzzling into my neck and sighin

Landon--I’m stuck on Cora duty, yet again. I’d almost prefer to do Logan’s duties. I’m not sure how I managed to fuck up so many things so spectacularly with one decision. I can only console myself with my plan to fix everything. I’ll get it all smoothed over when I remove Cora from the equation. I’ve noticed that she’s been getting bolder; she’s started to leave her apartment more often again, going out dancing once or twice a week. I know her favorite foods for takeout, I know her favorite places to shop, and I know where she likes to hang out in Central Park to taunt me with the fact that I’m not supposed to make contact with her.  Logan is getting mated tomorrow, though, so I guess it matters less to break this rule when I’m about to shatter every rule entirely. I’ll go to the mating ceremony, I’ll head o