Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Logan--“I was a bit of a troublemaker, too, but my dad was always there to keep us all in line. It sounds like your dad might have been the same way.” My dad was the Alpha before me. It doesn’t always work that way– most packs go with whoever is strongest for the next alpha. Sometimes that ends in battles, if the two strongest are strong in different ways or close enough in size to make judgment difficult. Alphas often spring from the same family line– genetics do come in strong for our wolves– but, all too often, a strong man will breed weak or spoiled sons. My dad was determined to be sure Landon and I would be the strongest wolves our pack has ever seen.“Actually, my mother was the disciplinarian. She ran my dad like a sled dog, and that’s not anything on how she ran the rest of us. With all of us being such giant mutants, she almost had to. Mama’s about half a foot shorter than me and I’m the shortest of the four of us. Elliana has about two inches on me, the brat.” I laugh at t

Emory--I must admit that I was relieved when Logan picked up the tab for dinner, but now any happy feeling is drowning in nerves as I try to figure out how to tell him I want to “continue the night” without sounding like a weirdo. It would be easier if I wanted him in my apartment instead of wanting to go to his, but judging by his car– with a driver included– and the clothes I always see him in, I have a feeling his place would be a lot more comfortable. The last thing I need is my neighbors chiming in on us like I’ve heard them do to each other. I would die of embarrassment before we could even get to the good stuff. Though, earlier was pretty good already… I haven’t had anyone at my place since I moved to the city, and the dating pool in Spruce Pine was limited, to say the least. I haven’t had any urbane, sewing my oats experiences, and I’m not exactly sure how they’re supposed to go. “So, little rose, we have a choice here. You can go home and we can talk tomorrow, or you can co

Emory--“I want… I want to see you too. I want to return the favor, Logan. Please?” I can’t believe I’m already begging, but… anybody would in this situation. I have to see the rest of him. I detangle myself from the straps of my dress and bra while he stands back up to pull his pants all the way off. Oh, my God. Not only is his ass absolutely, bounce-a-quarter-off-it, perfect, but when he turns back from adding his pants to the pile on the chair I catch sight of his erection for the first time. It’s huge, especially compared to the hands I immediately wrap around it. He hisses in a breath as I start babbling again. “Holy shit, Logan. Your entire body is piping hot, but I don’t know if this will fit inside me. I’m game to try, but I really don’t want to set you up for disappointment, here.” Suddenly, I’m kneeling in front of him on the bed while he stands at the end of it. I have my hands on him and it’s almost like my mouth is magnetically attracted to his cock. I take a little tas

Emory--When I come back down, Logan is fully seated inside of me. His nipples are tight and his chest is flushed with the effort to give me time to adjust to the fullness, and I am incredibly full. I want to feel those abs, that ass, so I wrap my legs around his waist and give another yank at my hands to let him know I’m ready for him.“You feel so good, Logan. Let me touch you.” He groans and releases my hands, breathing hard as he starts to move– a slow drag out, then a staccato push that has me gasping– and I run my hands over his abs before bringing them to rest on his back so I can feel all those muscles pistoning his cock into me. I want to lick every inch of this man, so I push up to lick where his neck meets his shoulder. The taste of his sweat has me moaning while he pulls a sharp breath in through his teeth and speeds up.“Jesus, Emory. That pause was just as much for me as for you. You drive me crazy, woman.” He growls as he tilts his hips just a little against me before t

Emory--I give Logan my most dazzling smile. He wasn’t the only one to forget, after all. “I’m so glad. You know what else I’m glad about?” Time to lighten the mood a little. I can tell he’s nervous– probably waiting for me to actually freak out on him. I’m not sure I could be mad at him for anything right now, though. I’ve never come that hard in my life, let alone twice… no, three times. I’ve had to finish myself during every encounter I’ve ever had. I’ve been thinking this whole time that I just had a complicated vagina. “What are you glad of?” He asks with a crooked grin. Ugh, adorable. “I’m glad we just burned off that huge meal. I was going to be doing cardio for days to make up for that gumbo. I am a little thirsty now, though.” As I come down from the sex high as well as the stress of my freak out, I finally realize how sweaty and messy I am. Maybe a shower is a better amount of water for me than a glass right now. I crinkle my nose at the feeling of sweat in my hair. “Tho