Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Emory--“Not too far. We live on the other side of Central Park. I suppose we’ve just resisted assimilation into the city. Usually, I run through the park home in the evenings. It’s a nice way to wind down at the end of the day before I’m expected to deal with my brother.” There’s a method I never tried– maybe if I went on more runs as a kid and teenager, I wouldn’t have fought as much with my siblings– I’d certainly be thinner. Logan laughs when I tell him so, then sets me on the counter. “Fuck, Logan! I can’t believe you put my naked ass on your marble countertops! Not only is it absolutely freezing–” I say, shivering as I try to maneuver around him to hop back down “but it’s incredibly unsanitary! Didn’t you say you entertain here?” I try and fail three times to get down before I finally give up. Logan is standing between my legs and shows no signs of moving. I try not to blush all over again as I can feel myself… leaking. “This is where I prepare all my meals while I stay here–

Emory--“Better?” I ask, holding my soapy hands out of the spray. At her assent, I growl and scoop her back into my space, making sure to spread soap over her tits, her hips, her ass. Once I’ve done a preliminary sweep with the soap, I go back to slip around at my leisure. I want to know every inch of my mate. She gives me a soft mmm as I grab her foot to massage and wordlessly encourage her to lean against the wall of the shower. As I make my way up, massaging and kissing, I tell her all the beautiful parts of her that I spot. “Come on, Logan.” She’s uncomfortable taking compliments. “There is no such thing as a graceful ankle. What does that even mean?” She asks, laughingly. I have to laugh, too. I sound so lovesick over her. Probably because I am so lovesick over her. “Huh. Every now and then, there’s this trick of the light that makes your eyes seem to almost glow. Have you ever noticed that?” Shit. She’s seeing my wolf, peering out from the inside. He’s been trying to get me t

Emory-- This man is diabolical. I’m writhing at the mercy of the shower head, draped down Logan’s chest like some kind of erotic neck tie. I have my arms wrapped behind his neck, trying not to bring us both down with my uncontrollable leg spasms. At first, he had me stuffed full of his member, but then he took it from me and left me feeling so unbearably empty, squeezing around nothing as I came again. I whimper and grind on him, hoping to entice him back inside me, but all he does is moan in my ear. Goosebumps shoot down my neck at the sound, my nipples tighten even further, and he still hasn’t moved the shower head off my clit. I can already feel my climax rising in me again, but I don’t know how much more I can take at this point. “Logan, please! I need you inside of me. Please, I can’t come again this empty, if I can at all... Please, Logan?” He groans loud and long at my words, then grits into my ear, almost growling, “We’d have to leave your toy in here and get a condom, litt

Logan--I have so many mixed feelings, laying beside Emory. I feel the undeniable rightness of her laying on my chest, her hair tickling my nose and spreading over my pillow in a wavy red bolt of silk. I feel the wrongness of laying with her in my condo rather than the alpha’s quarters at the pack house– my actual home. There’s the satisfaction from the physical pleasure, of course, and the smugness at how much pleasure she experienced... I’m mostly just amazed by her, more than anything else– it takes real effort not to laugh and wake her as I remember the look on her face when I doubted her oral skills. I can still hear her in my head, “I read.” Just adorable. Unfortunately, coloring all the positive emotions are the nagging thoughts about how I’m going to tell her what I am. I can’t believe I haven’t done it yet. It feels like I’ve waited too long at this point, but we’ve just had our first date! Humans move way slower than any wolf would when it comes to mates and the struggle to

Emory--I’m feeling pleasantly sore in certain key places when I head into the bathroom to… freshen up some. That ends when I see myself in the mirror, though. What… the fuck? The sex hair was expected, the swollen and reddened lips as well. What I didn’t expect was to look like some kind of pox victim. I have multiple love bites on each breast, one on my left hip, on the inside of both thighs in lines leading to my private area, and I’m sure multiple on my ass as well. All the aforementioned pale in comparison to the deep, purple bite on my right shoulder, just where it meets my neck. Is Logan some kind of vampire? Did he not have enough teething toys as a kid? Why didn’t I notice any of these happening? Probably the five thousand orgasms, Emory, I think to myself. Most of the hickeys are fairly benign, nothing I would complain about on their own, but the one on my neck…. He broke the skin. Am I going to have to get antibiotics for this? I had to have bled in his mouth– how did he no