have, but instead, she pulled back, drawing on his cock with firm suction. When she held just the head between her lips, her tongue stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves just under the crown, and she listened to him fight for air. The sounds and flavors of his arousal incited her own, until she could feel her own moisture slicking the insides of her thighs with sweet cream.
She drew him back inside, lips sliding down the length of his shaft until she could feel the head of him butting against the back of her throat. Then she pulled back again, drawing deeply and establishing a rhythm that made him throw back his head, dig his heels into the rough mattress, and chant her name like a mantra.
“Honey. Honey. Oh, shit … that’s so good … God. A little more, honey. Just a little more … I know you can do it … shit … oh, yeah … that’s a good girl…”
She glowed under his praise, working harder to please him, to tear those incredibly erotic words from his lips, the ones that made her pussy slicker and more needy with every passing second. The ache no longer mattered to her, though. All she wanted was to hear those words, to feel his fists clenching in her hair, or his shaking hands release her to pull her long, damp hair to the side until he could watch her mouth moving over his cock.
She whimpered her own arousal and worked him faster, but he’d already reached his breaking point. Grabbing her under the arms, he pulled her up his body until they pressed hip to hip, then he reached down to pry her legs apart.
“Now,” he ordered, his voice all dark gravel and need. “Ride me, honey. Want in you. My love. My mate.”
She moaned and obeyed. Her legs parted around his hips, and she pressed herself into a sitting position, straddling his lap. He wouldn’t let her tease him, though. Before she could even think, he had his hand between their bodies, guiding his cock to her dripping entrance, while his other hand gripped the flare of her hip and pushed her down to meet his upward thrust.
He sliced through her, pushing deep on that first stroke, but he satisfied neither of them. Suddenly both hands were on her hips and he forced her inexorably down, his cock surging high and hard inside her, filling every last corner and leaving her stretched and aching.
Breathless and nearly sobbing above him, Honor watched his face smooth from a fierce scowl to a look of complete ecstasy as he found his home again inside her body. He paused for barely a minute before the urgency was on him again and he began thrusting hard and rhythmically within her. Honor met him, thrust for thrust, taking all he had to give and returning eagerly for more. They moved together as if they were two parts of the same machine, fitting perfectly together and working in tandem at their appointed task.
They struggled together for their pleasure, but it felt like more than that. They moved and slid and strained against each other, but it seemed like a cooperative thing. She shifted her hips to let him slide a fraction deeper. He changed the angle of his thrust until he could reach the sweet bundle of nerves inside her and make her shiver with joy.
She braced her hands on his chest to keep herself steady, and he cradled her hips between his hands to be sure she didn’t fall away. They had become one. His pleasure was hers, her pleasure was his. The burst of ecstasy they shared at the end of the journey left them both breathless and aching and sure that the only way to stay sane in the future was to never be farther apart than the touch of the other’s loving hand.
Fourteen
Logan woke again, though this time not nearly as pleasantly as last time, when he felt Honor slip from the bed. For a minute he lay still, imagining she had just gone to add more wood to the fire, but he never heard the clunk of wood on wood or the crackle of renewed flames. Instead, he heard a rustle of cloth and the unmistakable click of the cabin door opening. When he heard it shutting, he frowned and threw off the blanket that covered him.
The night air bit at his bare ass as he stood and glanced around the cabin. He knew he had heard her putting on clothes—which was weird, considering they had both entered the building in wolf form and neither had been carrying a duffel bag—but no sweater or conveniently sized pair of jeans appeared for him. Instead, he yanked the door open and stalked outside buck naked. It wasn’t the first time he’d found himself bare assed, and the Goddess knew it wouldn’t be the last. Right now, the important thing was finding out where his mate had run off to.
And why.
It almost surprised him when he spotted her immediately, standing at the edge of the lake, her head tilted back, dark eyes fixed on the heavy, silver orb of the moon. It hung low in the sky, indicating the hours were transitioning from late to early. It was tomorrow now, the day he knew both of them had been dreading.
Stepping up behind Honor, he wrapped his arms around her and lowered his chin to the top of her head. “Looks like it will be morning soon.”
“Sunrise in another hour or two,” she agreed, not turning to look at him. Her eyes remained fixed on the moon.
Logan felt his mouth quirk. “This is the part of the movie where we wax all rhapsodic and romantic in the moonlight, isn’t it?”
Honor snorted. “Right, because there’s so much romance in this situation. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not in a movie. No one is going to yell ‘Cut!’ and tell us to break for lunch. And definitely not during the final climactic battle sequence.”
He tried not to stiffen. “You’re picturing a final climactic battle sequence?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I’ve been hoping it wouldn’t come to that.”
“And I’ve been hoping for a pony and a big brass band. Luckily, I’m used to disappointment.”
Logan leaned back and grasped her shoulders, easing her around to face him. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Honor.”
“You’re not going to have a choice.”
He wanted to shake her, but he retained enough restraint to control himself. They hadn’t been talking for long. “You’re my mate. No matter what happens at tonight’s Howl, I will do whatever it takes to protect you. There’s not even a question about that, so just let it go.”
She sighed deeply. “See, that’s the problem. Well, two of them, really.”
He waited for an explanation.
“I was hoping to persuade you to leave at dawn. I know it sounds kind of melodramatic, but it really would be for the best.”
“Okay, let’s pretend that was ever a remote possibility. Why would you want me to go?”
Honor stepped to the side, and Logan reluctantly released her. He kept his eye on her, though, turning as she moved away from the water and stuffed her hands into the front pockets of her jeans. The motion drew her shoulders up around her ears, and he watched as she forced them back down.
“You know the situation I’m in,” she finally said, stopping in a clear ray of moonlight. “I won’t give up this pack. I won’t give up
“I also wouldn’t be your mate,” he pointed out dryly.
“True.” She shrugged. “For all it really matters.”
Logan felt a stab of anger, laced with something else, something uneasy. “Are you saying it doesn’t matter to you that we’re mated?”
“I’m saying it doesn’t matter to the pack,” she corrected. “At least, it won’t tonight, and that’s when it counts.”
Logan frowned, letting that phrasing tumble around for a moment. It tugged at something, something tucked away in the back of his mind. Something that took that trace of unease and stretched it into real worry. He watched her while he thought, saw her expression reflect a mix of emotions: worry, anger, resignation,
