Chapter Fourteen- Checking Out

As soon as the rehearsal was over, I disappeared to the quiet little inn on the other side of town, and Teddy swore he’d give me my space to think.

But as I stood by the window talking to Haldir about everything that was happening, I saw the dark blonde hair coming up the walk that sectioned the front yard. “Alright, old man. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.”

I paced the floor in front of the bed for a minute. I absolutely didn’t want to see Logan. Yet, a wave of heat started between my legs and rushed up my belly until I shivered at the thought of his hands on me. Just the idea of Logan’s presence was enough to make me unravel. It’s like my body was made to respond to his.

When the footsteps stopped at my door, a soft tap started at the peephole, and I knew he was already watching me. Always watching me. “Open up, Sweetheart. I need to talk to you.”

My fingers bounced on the glass doorknob as I wrestled with myself until the horny animal inside me won out and turned it. “What do you want, Logan?”

His eyes moved over the silk, black nighty I wore, and he smirked when he got to my eyes. “I thought you Southern Belles had better manners than that. Not very ladylike at all.”

I swept my arm to the side very formally as I moved away to allow him to come in. “Please, Mr. Alpha, sir, won’t you come in? Please and thank you.”

While he checked out my room, I shut the door behind me and backed against it. “So, what do you want? You boys are supposed to be giving me space.”

“I never agreed to a goddamn thing.” His arms crossed, and his finger lifted, then flicked back and forth between us. “You and I need to come to an understanding.”

I held my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded. “You got that right.”

“I know you’re planning on running away tomorrow.” His head shook as he inched closer to me. “But that’s not going to happen.”

“Really?” I slid out from the door and circled around him to escape. “You think you can stop me?”

From the corner of his eye, he nodded as he matched my steps across the floor. “I know I can.” I let myself be cornered in the little room, and as he stood between me and the door, I knew I’d made a mistake. “No matter what you say, I know what happened the other night.” His finger snapped back and forth between us. “You can’t say you don’t feel this.”

Just the thought of the thumping he gave me sent shivers down my spine, and I licked my lips at the remembrance of his taste against my tongue. He was right. Whatever existed between us was palpable. It hung in the air and beat with its own lifeforce.

Whatever I know about mates, it isn’t this. Your mate is the one meant to complete you. They fill in the gaps and make you the best version of yourself. They support you, heal you. This is something else. It’s hate and love and good and evil. It’s a tornado that rips everything apart in its path.

The finger pointed at the floor as he moved closer. “Even right now, you’re thinking about it.” His nose rose into the air, and he smirked when he captured the scent. “I can smell it dripping off your pussy.” His hand covered his heart as he reminded me of what he told me in the shower. “My pussy.” His finger returned to wag back and forth and scold me. “You can’t hide a thing from me, Sweetheart.”

His chest bumped mine, and he lowered himself to be eye to eye with me. “You want me to do it again right now, don’t you?

My lip quivered, and I curled it under like I could somehow hide the truth from him. The Alpha’s body was a fine-tuned machine meant to win out in any situation, even if it meant breaking me. “Don’t you?”

I didn’t even mean to say it, but my body and mind were just not communicating right now. Logan had complete control over the primal side of me. “Yes.”

His fingers met my chin, and he lifted it until I looked at him. The soft eyes that loved me on the floor of the shower stared into mine, and he nodded. “Okay. Okay.”

Fingers met my hands, then traveled up my arms until they met the straps of my nighty, then pulled them off my shoulders. As the silky cloth fell from my breasts, his thumb circled my nipple, and it brought goosebumps across my chest.

The blast of air from his nose when he smiled at my reaction made me shudder. I slid my hand under his shirt, then pushed it up his chest, and he yanked it over his head.

His hands met my shoulders and turned me away from him. His pulsing manhood rose and fell against my back as he took me to the bed and slithered up the middle with me, then his knees locked my thighs together.

I gripped the bedsheets as he slid into me slowly, but that was where his kindness ended. The Alpha decided then and there that it was time to finally tame me. “It’s time you were reminded who you belong to.”

With my hands clenching the arm around my neck, I pinched my eyes shut and awaited the brutal pounding I was about to receive, and he didn’t let me down.

The headboard slapped the wall with each snap of his hips against my ass until it was a steady, quick series of thumps that rattled every window.

He caught every one of my screams and cries and grunts in his palm as his cock stroked against my velvety-soft walls until the rhythmic pulse of them milking his body made me shake underneath him. Still, he wanted more.

He could have had my very soul in his grasp, and he would have driven deeper inside me, searching for more. He wanted to know my essence. The part of me I hid away from the world in the little room in my head, and when he dug his knees into the backs of mine for more power, he nearly opened the door.

I felt him everywhere. Every cell of my body experienced each blow of his cock. When he pulled away and his hot, sticky cum splashed down over my ass, I twitched and convulsed for more.

Every strike of his foot against the hard floor matched the throbbing between my legs as the memory of his massive dick made me continue to orgasm against the soft, worn quilt that lined the bed.

The washcloth that sat on the side of the sink now swept over my back, and he sighed at the bruise that sat below my buttocks. His words were wrapped in a gravel that let me know he was fighting the tears rising in his throat. “I’m sorry.” A sharp pull of air went through his nose. “I swear I’d kill anyone who ever tried to hurt you.” I felt a teardrop to my skin, and he rubbed it in with his fingers. “If I ever put my hands on you again, you can leave me, and I won’t even try to stop you.”

When nothing remained on my skin but the cool, sticky residue of his seed, he tossed the towel on the floor and placed his lips on my bare ass cheek. “Get your stuff, Sweetheart. You’re checking the fuck out.”