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His gigantic cock glided inside my pussy, the wetness allowing his easy entrance, and I paused, enjoying the fullness of him being buried in me.
“I love being inside you.” He trailed a finger from the base of my throat to my belly button and lower to my folds, coating it in my pussy juices. My body tingled, anticipating his cock pounding into me.
“Mmmm.” I angled my hips as Logan’s come-hither expression ignited a fierce hunger inside me. His harsh breathing punctuated the gaps between claps of thunder, and Ileaned over him so my breasts brushed his skin that was dappled with spiky goosebumps and droplets of sweat.
He tweaked one hard nipple, and I teetered between pleasure and pain while enjoying seesawing from one to the other. Blowing gently on his skin, I studied the beads of sweat as they bowed and skittered over his skin.
“Look at me, Logan.” I sat up straight. “I need your help.” My legs were already jelly, but he tilted his head to the side, confusion in his gaze.
“You want me to take care of you, sweetheart?”
“No. I need you to heft me up so I can take your big, beautiful cock, coated in my juices, inside my pussy again and again.”
Logan parted his lips, the tip of his tongue peeking out. “Like this?” He heaved me up and slammed me onto his cock.
“More.” A torrent of wetness coated my thighs and mingled with the sweat as it pooled on Logan’s body when my body slapped against his.
The weight of my upper body had me swaying as if intoxicated by his scent and his cock. And I was! He bent his legs, allowing me to lean back as my knees gripped his sides. Warmth and arousal combined as my orgasm hurtled toward me.
Logan propelled me up, and I took him inside me, our moans and whimpers replacing speech. He grunted and arched his back, his breath coming in spurts and starts. There was him and me, his cock plunging into me as the pungent scent of sweat and sex surrounded us.
My head fell back and, with one hand on my hip, Logan used the other to grab my hand. Squeezing my legs against him, my body stiffened as I tumbled over the edge and climaxed, gulping mouthfuls of oxygen.
“Emmie!” He arched his back, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I toppled onto him. He wrapped his arms around me as our chests heaved and my eyelids fluttered and closed.
EIGHT
LOGAN
Waking up with my mate in my arms was a dream come true. In my case, literally. But, when I scented the air, my eyes snapped open.
“What the fuck?” I looked up to see both Jake and Blaze standing there, their hair dripping wet and a shit-eating grin paired with apologetic eyes on both of them.
“Shit.” Emmie pulled the blanket up. “Get out!”
I jumped out of bed, standing between them and my mate. They were no danger to her. But fear, more than embarrassment, rolled off her.
“You heard my mate. Get out!”
Both of them broke into a smile.
“Congrats,” Blaze said.
Jake waved to my mate, but Emmie growled back. She might not be a wolf, but she was going to fit in fine with the pack.
“Nice to meet you. I hate to bother you. We’re experiencing serious flooding.”
“Flooding? Tell me what you need.” And just like that, she was out of bed and pulling on her clothing, offering to pitch in.
“We need to move everything out of the original cabin.” Jake explained how it was on lower ground than the others and thatthe water was inevitably going to reach it. This was a preemptive strike, showing yet another example of why Jake was the perfect Alpha for our pack, even if he got it in a game of not-it.
“This is my Alpha, Jake,” I told her as we ran through the rain to the cabin. “And that’s Blaze. Not sure where their mates are, but you’ll meet Maisy and Blair soon. They’re human too.”
As we entered the cabin, both women in question were collecting the little items and shoving them up high. The place was more storage than for guests now we all had our own cabins. A few times we’d considered razing it and doing something different with the space. For all I knew, this was the fate’s way of telling us to do it now.
We worked for two hours, the water rising slowly enough that we finished before the cabin flooded. When we were done, our houses were filled with random items and we were drenched and starving.
But none of that mattered. We had come together as a pack and prevented significant damage. That and it had helped Emmie bond with my pack.
