Page 97 of Logan’s Acadian Wolves

Logan rolled her onto the bed and slid down her body. Wynter rested her head against the pillows, wiggling against him. Logan smiled and crouched at her feet. Taking one foot, he touched his lips to the inside of her calf. She hissed in delight, pressing her hips upward.

“Logan.”

“Yes, mate. Just helping you find your way,” he teased, resuming his role. He dragged his tongue up her leg until he reached her inner thigh.

Wynter thought she’d explode in need. It felt incredible.

“You’re wicked,” she laughed.

“Just helping a tourist in need. I told you; I’m a very good guide. I know all the best spots.” He pushed her knees open wider, his face settled into the center of her legs. Pleasantly surprised, he was happy to find she’d worn no panties.

“But I need…” she panted as his warm breath brushed over her mound. If he’d just touch her, she could breathe.

Logan darted his tongue through her moist nether lips and smiled. “We are about to reach one of my favorite destinations. My sweet little tourist, are you ready?”

Without waiting for an answer, he lapped at her clit.

“Oh God yes,” she cried. His rough tongue sent shivers through her body. Her sex ached for him. He was everything she’d ever need.

Logan pulled away for just a second to press two long fingers inside of her. “I do believe we are arriving nicely.” He curled them upward into her sensitive channel.

“Yes, right there,” she screamed.

Logan brought his lips to her clitoris, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Her sweet cream coated his face, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Wynter screamed over and over.

Her pelvis rocked into his mouth and hand. She flailed as her orgasm burst, leaving her shaking and gasping for breath. The tendrils of energy rode through her skin.

Logan gave her a final lick before he crawled up to meet her face to face. The hard tip of him rested at the entrance. Goddess, he loved her spontaneity and how receptive she was.

“Wynter Ryan.”

Wynter slowly opened her eyes, still lost in the haze of passion. She smiled at the way he’d addressed her and gazed into his eyes.

“Yes, my Alpha.”

“Tonight, I take you as my mate.” Logan tugged at the satiny ribbons. Her bodice fell open exposing both her neck and breasts.

His expression denoted a seriousness that told Wynter that this was the time. Their mating. Their bond, forged in love and trust; they’d be together till the end of time.

“You, Wynter. You are mine. Our wolves, our souls, we’re mates.”

“I love you, Logan. I’m yours.” She licked along his collarbone. Slight pain alerted her that her canines had descended.

He smiled with a slight shake of his head.

“What?”

“Ah baby, they’re sexy.” Now was not the time to tell her, but her normally sharp canines looked slightly sharper. Fangs.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re perfect. Now where were we?” He captured her lips with his. Their tongues swept along each other’s. Reluctantly, he stopped the kiss and spoke into her mouth.

“Tonight, we mate. Forever you are mine, Wynter.”

He rocked his straining cock into her slick channel. She gasped, nodding. As he filled her to the hilt, he reared back and bit into her shoulder. Blood trickled into his throat.