Logan's Acadian Wolves (40 page)

Dimitri made his way up to Wynter and leaned up against the headboard next to her. Whatever she wanted, he’d do, but he wouldn’t initiate. Dimitri sucked a deep breath as she drew him to her, lapping her tongue at his plump head. He closed his eyes tight, bracing himself as she began to lick his cock.

As Wynter took Dimitri’s hardness into her mouth, her eyes locked on Logan’s. A hard thrust forced her to gasp.

“That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. Suck him,” Logan told her.

He couldn’t freaking believe how erotic it was to see her like this with his beta. He watched as Dimitri fought the pleasure, his eyes locked on Logan’s. Unexpectedly, no possessiveness or jealousy registered. Love for both of them pulled at his heart. He allowed the rise of his own release to build, knowing they both were so close to coming.

Wynter moved in rhythm with Logan, meeting his thrusts with her own. No longer able to keep her eyes open, she sucked Dimitri hard. Relaxing into the taste of him, she allowed him to fuck her mouth while Logan fucked her pussy. The rush of it all drove her further into her untamed passion. She moaned and released Dimitri, realizing she was going to come again.

“So close, Logan. Please,” she begged.

Logan circled his fingers over her clitoris. In response, her quivering channel fisted more tightly around him. He breathed deeply, fighting his own need to come.

Wynter cried out loud as another climax smashed into her, leaving her shaking and rebounding to meet Logan’s pelvis. She fought to breathe as the tremors continued to roll throughout her body.

Logan rocked in and out of her slowly, his forehead pressed to hers and he kissed her deeply. He knew Wynter’s hand was still on Dimitri’s cock, gently stroking him. It felt surreal, joined like this with them. It was one night. It might never happen again. But for tonight, he’d have his mate and beta the way he’d envisioned, sharing them both and they with each other.

“Logan, it feels so good,” she panted. “Oh God.”

“Do you want us, Wyn?” Logan asked, his eyes pinned on her. “Both of us?”

“Yes,” she whispered, nodding. Even though they shared this moment with Dimitri, she felt closer than ever to Logan.

Logan’s heated breaths morphed into a shallow sigh as he slowed his pace. With his mate at his chest, he noticed that Dimitri had closed his eyes, presumably trying not to come. Reaching for his beta, Logan pulled at his arm, rolling him onto his side so that his stomach was flush against their sides.

“Come, D. We need you,” Logan told him.

Dimitri acceded. He allowed Logan to rest his hand on her belly between both Logan and Wynter. The contact sizzled, solidifying their relationship. His erection pressed against her hip. Kissing along the side of her breast, Dimitri’s gaze settled on Logan.

“You sure about this? Logan? Wynter?” Dimitri needed to be certain this was what they both wanted.

Logan nodded. “Sweetheart, there’s no going back.”

“Please, it’s so…so…I need this,” she cried into Logan’s shoulder.

Every square inch of her body tingled with desire. Unhinged, she nipped at Logan’s chest. Her pussy ached, her body craved more. She moaned, aware that her canines were extending. Her wolf wanted to mark her mate, she wouldn’t be denied.

“Now,” she demanded.

Logan smiled at a wide-eyed Dimitri. It struck him as funny that he, the Alpha, and his beta were being commanded by his feisty little mate in bed. Damn, she’d gone wild.

“You heard her,” Logan managed right before he kissed Wynter so she’d stop biting so hard at his chest.

She needed to claim him, he knew. Her wolf demanded it. And his wolf, traitor that he was, rolled in submission, awaiting her bite. The furry beast could have cared less if his beta was here or not. Logan sat up and flipped Wynter onto her stomach. Dimitri helped, taking her into his arms so that her head rested on his chest. With her stomach pressed against his beta’s, Logan shoved up her lush mane, laving his mark with his tongue.
Mine.
Gliding his hands down her back and sides, Logan reached for a tiny bottle next to the bed.

Wynter felt the cool gel on her bottom and wiggled up into Logan’s caress. As he pushed a slippery finger and then another, into her anus, her breath caught. She moaned into Dimitri’s chest, relishing the pleasurable fullness. Undulating her hips, she encouraged him to pump in and out, stretching her.

“Yes, don’t stop. More, I need more. Please, I can’t wait.” She rubbed her mound against Dimitri’s belly, seeking pressure. She sighed as Dimitri met her need, slipping his fingers through her folds, easing her ache.

Dimitri thought he’d come just from having her atop him. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, but Logan had to go first.

“That’s it, just relax into D. Feel his fingers on your pussy.” Logan heard her sigh as he saw Dimitri’s fingers flicker down through her pink lips.

Withdrawing his own hand from her, Logan lubricated his cock, making sure it was well covered. Gently, he spread her cheeks and guided the head of him into her tight hole. Slowly, he pressed an inch into her ass. Like a vise, she squeezed him. He heard her moan in response.

“You okay, baby?” So goddamn tight, she was, Logan wasn’t sure if he could keep going.

Wynter sucked a breath as he pushed into the first tight ring of muscle. Without warning, air rushed out of her lungs as Dimitri simultaneously plunged a finger up into her core. As the burn set in, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She swore she’d pass out from the incredible feeling of being taken by both men.

“Don’t stop. It’s so good.”

Holding her waist, Logan slowly eased inward until he was completely sheathed. Dimitri’s fingers inadvertently glided along Logan’s shaft through the thin membrane, causing him to pause.
For the love of the Goddess.
It took all of his restraint to keep from coming. He bit his lip, hoping a little pain would distract him.

“Now D,” Logan directed. He could barely speak, afraid he’d orgasm before they got started. Holding his hips still, he waited for Dimitri to slip into Wynter.

Wynter groaned as she felt Dimitri press into her. Holy shit, it felt incredible. Altogether full and sated, she’d never forget this experience for the rest of her natural life, immortal as it was. In tandem, the men began to move within her, igniting a magical pandemonium held only in check by the power of her Alpha. Tendrils of excitement traveled clear from the top of her head to her toes.

Soaring through the motions, she craned her neck to look up into Logan’s eyes. Her ragged gasps broke the silence of the room as she held his gaze. Logan bent his head forward, offering what her wolf sought. The pulse in his neck called to her and before she knew what she was doing, she’d sunk her teeth deep into his skin. As she did so, Wynter flew apart, hurled off the edge of reason. Shuddering, she exploded, her orgasm flowing through her veins with uncontrollable abandon.

“I’m coming…Ah yeah,” Logan groaned. Wynter pulsated around his shaft at the same instant Dimitri’s cock slid against him through the thin tissue that separated them. Fuck, she wouldn’t release him, Logan thought. Sweet agony claimed him as she marked his skin. Stiffening, he spilled himself deep within his mate.

In a haze, Wynter heard Dimitri tell her he was about to come. As he tried to pull out of her, she fought him. No, she wouldn’t leave him to skulk off on his own. They’d consensually decided to make love. And that meant, they’d come together. “No, Dimitri.”

Dimitri relented to his Alpha’s mate. Sweet Jesus, the she-wolf was persistent. And with his cock so far in her pussy, he found it hard to argue with her. With a labored breath, he gave in to her, to them both. Riding the wild wave, he came long and hard, pressing his head into both Logan’s and Wynter’s shoulders.

Wynter let go of Dimitri, allowing Logan to bring her back with him into bed. She snuggled into his embrace. Her mind had a hard time believing what she’d just experienced yet not a shred of regret shadowed her thoughts.

“That was amazing,” Wynter declared happily into Logan’s chest.
I love you.
She wanted to tell Logan how she felt about him but with Dimitri there, it didn’t seem right.

“Yeah it was. Goddess, baby, you’re going to kill me.” Logan laughed, still trying to catch his breath.

“And me too,” Dimitri concurred, panting. “It’s a good thing this is a one-off. I don’t think my mere immortal self could handle you two on a regular basis. Wynter has a lot of energy.”

“Me?” Wynter giggled.

“Yeah, you.” Both Logan and Dimitri responded, laughing along with her.

“Well, this isn’t my fault. I blame that little red wolf you all said you were so fond of. She’s a bit excited to be out and about. How am I supposed to contain her?”

“Ah, Logan. I fear your mate’s learning already.”

“Oldest trick in the book, baby. Blame it on the wolf,” he joked.

Wynter felt light and tired, but sated. “Thank you, both of you. I can’t imagine doing any of this on my own.”

Dimitri pulled away and went to get a towel.

“Where do you think you’re going, beta?” Logan didn’t want him to leave just yet.

“Be back in a minute,” he called, going outside.

“Why don’t I feel strange about this?” Wynter asked Logan. “And why don’t you feel jealous?”

“I love him, Wyn. He’s been there for me when no one was. And you?”
I love you…more than words can say.
“You’re my mate.”

“It really was special. But it’s you…you changed my life.” Tears brimmed in her eyes. “You saved me. If you hadn’t been there…I just don’t know…”

“Sweetheart, come on now. No tears. You were spectacular.” He stroked her hair.

The tears that followed broke his heart. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand why. She’d just shifted. Her life was forever revolutionized. Gone was her human self that she’d always known. There was no going back.

Dimitri unerringly let the door slam and looked over to see Wynter sniffling. Considering the situation, he went with humor. “I leave for five minutes. Five freakin’ minutes and this’s what happens? No, no, no. Not having it.”

He handed Logan warm washcloths and was relieved to hear a small laugh spill out of Wynter.

“Sorry, I’m just feeling….a little overwhelmed.” She wiped the tears away with her fingers, and gave them a small smile. “See, all better, really.”

“You okay now?” Logan asked with a brush of his lips to the back of her hand.

“I’m good. Promise,” she replied softly.

It had been a long day for all of them and he knew exactly why Wynter had cried. He loved her so much, and like a dam bursting, the emotions of the night had escalated them all to a new high. As he proceeded to gently clean her, he wondered if his tiny mate had any idea that she held his heart in her hands.

Wynter cuddled into Logan’s embrace, wishing the night would never end. She couldn’t stop thinking about how much she loved Logan. As if she had been crashed over by the waves of a tsunami, her heart had been swept up by the Alpha.

Interesting, the Mistress thought. She watched through the tall grass as the red wolf pinned the white one. Absurdly strong and alpha, Wynter might be more difficult to kill than she’d anticipated. The Mistress knew her intellectual acuity far exceeded her physical capabilities. This was exactly why she needed the virus to bring the Acadian Wolves to their knees.

She snickered, amused by their show of dominance. It was a farce. The Mistress, through her loving command, would teach them all what true domination looked like. No more challenges would exist under her sovereignty. Her fanged beasts would cower as would the bloodsucking paranormals who sought dominion over wolves. The Directeur had met her needs nicely, doing her bidding as she saw fit. But even he would become obsolete once the Mistress snared control of the pack. For now though, she’d indulge his fantasies.

Fascinated by Wynter’s shift, the Mistress drooled in anticipation of the day she’d kill the abomination they’d created. Wynter’s blood was ready, thoroughly metamorphosed by her transformation. It belonged to the Mistress
.
Like a ripened grape, it was time to pluck it off its vine, crush its flesh and strain the juice. Yes, it was time to reap what she’d sown. She smiled in delight.
Enjoy your victory, little Red Riding Hood, the cold embrace of death will be coming for you soon.

Logan swore out loud when he read the tattered note:
I’m coming for her soon. Enjoy your last days. The Scientifique is mine.
Who the hell could have walked onto his land and shoved it under his front door? He snapped a picture with his phone and messaged it to both Chandler and Devereoux. Afterward, he immediately called Dimitri and insisted they run a background check on the owner of the known lab locations. Frustrated, he couldn’t sit back and wait for Devereoux to figure out who had taken Wynter. They’d find the killer on their own, without the vampire.

He asked Dimitri to scrub the laptop again before turning it over to Wynter. They’d analyze every last email, every last byte of data to see if there was a pattern to the flow of information. The hardest decision Logan had to make was not telling Wynter about the ominous message that’d been left for them. She’d been through so much distress over the past few months; he didn’t have the heart to worry her. There wasn’t a thing she could do about it anyway.