Page 68 of Guardian

He chuckled. She was cute when she was all frazzled. And he could imagine how cute she would look with a child growing in her belly. How sexy she would be. And he could almost feel what it would be like to make love to her knowing she was carrying a child. His child.

Fuck!

Was he going insane? He’d never thought about a woman like this. Never wasted a single thought on bonding with a female, even less on siring a child. But here, with his cock hard and eager to thrust into Winter, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more.

He pulled her head to him. If he were fertile right now, would Winter insist he wear a condom? Would she let him inside her, knowing what could happen? Would she stop him?

But he didn’t ask these questions. Instead, Logan captured her lips and kissed her. He gripped her hips, lifted her slightly and adjusted his angle, then dropped her back onto his lap, impaling her on his cock. Winter gasped into his mouth. His own breath caught in his chest. This was better than the times before. Better, because something had changed between them. They were growing closer. The intimacy that was developing between them was palpable now. He could feel it with every movement, every breath.

When Winter began to move up and down on him as if she were a professional rider, he gave into his desire for her and delivered counterthrust after counterthrust. Holding onto her hips, he plunged hard and deep, asserting his claim on her. Her breasts rocked against him with every movement, and he took the opportunity to dip his head to them and press his face into the ample flesh. He kissed a path up between her breasts until he reached the small indentation at the base of her throat.

Winter dropped her head back, while her hips moved more urgently. He could feel her heartbeat pulse against his lips as he kissed her, feel the air pump through her lungs with every labored breath, while together they raced toward orgasm.

Inside her it was like being in an inferno. Flames engulfed him, swallowed him whole, singed him with pleasure, with unspeakable bliss, bliss he believed to be reserved for the bonding ritual. But loving Winter like this, giving himself to her without reservations, without secrets between them, drove him to heights he hadn’t known before. He knew it now, knew that now that he’d tasted happiness, he wouldn’t be able to give it up again. Whatever happened, he would never be able to be without Winter. She was everything he’d ever craved. The softness to his hardness, the kindness to his gruffness, the light to his dark. The yang to his yin.

He understood his compound mates Hamish and Aiden now. He knew why they’d broken the rules when they’d met the women they were destined to mate with: because there were no rules when it came to love. There would never be any rules. Love transcended them all.

He wanted to tell Winter what he felt, but he knew it was too early. Though she was a preternatural, deep down she still felt human, still acted like a human. And humans needed time before they could declare their love for someone. A preternatural like him didn’t need that time. Once he knew, he knew, and all doubts were wiped away. To a preternatural, love could happen like a lightning strike, without warning. In his case, he’d seen the warning signs, but thought the circumstances weren’t right. But love didn’t care about circumstances, didn’t care whether the time was right. As long as the person was right. And Winter was the right one for him.

He could only hope that he was the right one for her.

Winter was panting. Her tempo was increasing, her pussy squeezing him tightly. He could sense how close she was and knew what she needed. He brought his hand between their bodies and found her clit. When he touched it, Winter moaned out loud, and he rubbed over the sensitive organ, while he continued to move his hips back and forth in response to Winter’s movements. He was close too, but he was holding on to his control to bring her to a climax first.

“Just relax, love, I’ve got you,” he murmured against her lips, then captured them and kissed her, pouring every ounce of affection he felt for her into the kiss.

He felt her rub herself faster against his finger, up and down, until she suddenly cried out. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly, squeezing and releasing several times in quick succession as her orgasm crashed over her. It was the reward he’d been holding on for: feeling her pleasure ignite his own climax. He gave himself over to it, surrendered to the joy of making love to Winter, and shot his seed deep into her tight channel. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to his heaving chest, holding her until they both came down from their high.

Breathing heavily, Winter rested her head on his shoulder, and Logan slowly stood up with her in his arms and carried her to the tub. Gently he lowered her into the warm water.

She hummed contentedly and smiled up at him. “This is perfect.”

Logan slid his hands down her body, caressing her breasts, touching her stomach and stroking her legs. “Yes, perfect.”

“I wish you could be in the tub with me.”

He smiled and kissed her on the lips. “I’d just be trying to get inside you again. Believe me, you’ll enjoy your bath much more without me.”

She closed her eyes. “Hmm. Handsome, good in bed, and selfless. What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“Plenty.” He rose and walked to the shower. After pulling fresh towels from a closet, and placing one next to the tub and hanging one outside the shower stall, he stepped into the shower. While he washed himself, he watched Winter soaking in the tub, her body submerged in the warm water up to her shoulders. The tips of her breasts occasionally peeked through the surface, teasing him.

He wasn’t sure whether his constant hard-on would ever go down again. He doubted it. In Winter’s presence he seemed to be in a state of constant arousal. Like a stallion in the presence of a mare in heat.

Logan finished his shower quickly and dried off. He found a pair of sweats and put them on. Then he pulled his bathrobe from the closet and hung it near the bathtub.

He leaned over the tub, where Winter looked like she was dozing.

“I’m going to get us something to eat. Are you hungry?”

She lifted her lids only a little bit. “Hmm, yeah, I think I could eat something. What time is it?”

He looked at the digital clock on the marble counter. “It’s already mid-morning.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you serious? I thought it was still night.”

He chuckled. “That’s because you haven’t slept at all since you left San Francisco. And without windows in the compound it can be easy to lose track of time.”

“It’s odd that there aren’t any windows.”

“It’s safer that way.” He rose. “I’ll get us some food. But don’t rush. Enjoy your bath. There’s a fresh towel for you. And feel free to wear my bathrobe.”

He turned and left his private quarters.