“Ah, fuck!”

  The shout filled the dressing room. Logan’s wild purr encouraged hers. Shivers ran down Sheila’s spine from their combined vibration. She tightened her grip she had on his shaft.

  “Gods!”

  She squeaked when Logan pulled her hand out of his pants, picked her up and exited the dressing room, heading for the bed. With care not to drop her, he laid her on her back. Her ass was at the edge of the bed. In one move, Logan had her pants unbuttoned and off of her. She chuckled when he threw them away to the other side of the room.

  Then, her laughter disappeared; replaced by a gasp of pleasure as he kneeled between her legs and licked her core from the entrance to the tiny nub of nerves.

  “Logan, what are you doing?” Gasping in shock and pleasure, Sheila could barely speak. Sensations spread through her - need, heat, lust. She’d heard of this act, but she never understood the intimacy of it. To have her mate’s mouth licking and sucking her private parts was... was... Logan sucked her nub, using the tip of his tongue to stroke it; kiss it.

  “Oh!” Sheila pushed her hips upward. Her hands found their way in his hair, gripping and pulling, silently directing him. She settled her legs over his strong shoulders. Logan groaned. He lapped at her entrance, tasting the cream of her body.

  In other circumstances, Sheila would have been embarrassed. But this was her mate, and he was giving her a pleasure so great that nothing mattered but him and her together.

  Then Logan stroked a hand between her wet folds. Sheila almost jumped off the bed. “Logan, please,” she begged shamelessly. His finger penetrated her core while his mouth sucked hard on her clitoris.

  “Oh, Gods! Yes!” Sheila cried out in pleasure. The finger penetrated her over and over; in and out, in and out, making her pleasure grow like an inflating ball inside her.

  “More... please... more... oh...yes... more... please.” Babbling, she was actually whimpering and begging him in a stream of broken words. She needed more. More of his lips, more of his incredible touch; just more of him.

  Sheila’s eyes filled with tears when he released her nub. Had she done something wrong? Was he going to leave her burning for him?

  “Do you like that?”

  Sheila nodded, a sob breaking from her chest. “Yes, I like it,” she whimpered. His finger was still inside her, rotating to stroke her inner walls. What was-?

  “Do you want more? Do you want me to make you release?”

  “Yes, please,” she cried.

  “Okay, baby. I will make you come. I’ll always make you come, my mate.”

  Logan pushed two fingers inside her, scissoring them to stretch her channel. Sheila could barely breathe. Anticipation gripped her chest. Her mate pushed his fingers inside her core, fucking her slow and deep.

  Sheila’s brain sparked with lightning, misfiring. Her mind catalogued the sensations he lit up inside her body. Logan’s free hand reached beneath her t-shirt. He cupped her breast, stroking the sensitized skin and squeezing the tight nipple.

  “Oh, yes,” Sheila moaned, pushing her chest harder into his caress. She was arching on the bed, eyes shut, riding the incredible sensations vibrating through her body. Her pelvis moved against his hand, feeling his fingers slide in and out with every stroke. The attention Logan gave to the three nerve-bundles points, her nipple, the clitoris, and her core, created the perfect combination for the most powerful orgasm of Sheila’s life.

  “Oh, Gods! Logan!” Sheila screamed as she came all over his hand, her body bowing off the bed. Hot white pleasure exploded inside her, making her see stars and her ears to ring.

  When she came back to herself, Sheila opened her sleepy eyes. Logan was still between her legs. He was placing small kisses on the inside of her thighs; first the right leg, then the left. A slight movement at her core made her realize he had his fingers still buried deep inside her body. Sheila trembled. Was he going to...?

  “You are so beautiful when you come.”

  Sheila blushed. Slowly, Logan pulled his fingers out of her core. Still excited, her nerve endings sparked to life, causing ripples of ecstasy to spread from her pussy. A moan escaped her. She heard Logan chuckle.

  “Sensitive?”

  “Very,” she whispered.

  Logan rose from between her legs. Sheila watched his glorious body tighten with need. His eyes burned into her with lust, and his cock strained beneath the fabric of underwear and pants.

  She watched as, with slow movements, he pushed down the coverings, releasing his male parts. Her eyes lingered on his pelvis. His shaft twitched. Her fingers jerked in response. She wanted to touch him, to feel him in her hand, to pump him like he had done before.

  The tight sac at the base of the shaft looked painful. How would it feel if she ran her tongue over it? Would it fit in her mouth if she sucked him whole? Or would she have to suck each testicle independently? Would Logan enjoy the act?

  “Sheila.”

  Her growled name made her look up into his eyes.

  “Do you want to touch?”

  “I want to suck,” she whispered.

  Eyes flaring with lust, he reached for her. “Then come here.”

  She took it and in a second she was face to... head, with his dick. With her sitting and him standing, she had the perfect height to...

  Sheila gripped his shaft in her fist.

  “Oh, fuck, Sheila. That feels so good. Stroke it, baby.”

  Her hand moved up and down on him, revealing the bulging tip every time the foreskin slid to the base of the shaft. The bulbus tip glistened with his arousal. Sheila’s nostrils flared. Her cat’s enhanced sense of smell kicked in and his arousal invaded her nose. She swayed. The musky scent was intoxicating. She didn’t even realize that she was purring. Logan’s loud rumble made her look up. Their eyes clashed.

  Sheila leaned in, inhaling deeply, and didn’t lower her gaze from his. The lust she saw on his face stoked the embers in her belly. With her free hand, she cupped Logan’s tight sac. The globes inside were firm.

  Logan hissed; his emerging fangs showing. Even his eyes changed color from the light blue of his human form to the icy-blue of the beast’s. Sweat dripped down his temples and his chest rose and fell fast. He panting like there was no air in the room.

  “Faster.”

  Sheila obeyed. The half-shift caused by the extreme arousal affected his speech and the word came out as a long growl. She played with the hand cupping the ball sac, rotating the globes inside while she tried to keep a rhythm pumping his shaft. Logan closed his hand over hers, tightening the grip. His hips moved wildly, enhancing the friction.

  A bead of liquid exited the slit at the tip, and Logan’s male scent thickened in the surrounding air. Sheila saw the drop slid down his shaft. She mewled like a kitten. Unable to restrain herself, she leaned in and licked away the trail the bead left behind.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  The taste exploded on her tongue. She didn’t hear Logan’s shout of pleasure. She only knew that she was thirsty. Sheila was dying for his taste.

  Guided by something she had never experienced before, she wrapped her lips around the tip, lapping the salty-sweet juice he was releasing.

  “Fuck!”

  Logan’s shout echoed through the room. Sheila looked up at her mate. He had his head thrown back in pleasure. His body was twitching and his hands gripped her hair, keeping the tip of his cock in her mouth. Sheila moaned around the tip of his dick and lapped at the tiny slit. His cock spilled jet after jet of cum on her tongue.

  After an eternity, or maybe just a few minutes, Logan sagged, swaying on his feet in front of her. The shaft softened in her hand and his tight ball sac relaxed. Sheila released the tip of his cock, caressing her lips over the soft head as she retreated. She pressed a kiss to the tip before she looked up at her mate with a small smile. Logan watched her with half-lidded eyes. With his thumb, he wiped away the bit of cum from her lips.

  “Do you want me to get you a towel so you can spit in it?”

  His voice was husky. Sheila searched his eyes for any offense. Would he be upset if she didn’t swallow his cum? Would he think less of her? The liquid still filled her mouth, infusing into her taste buds. She shook her head.

  Looking into his eyes, she swallowed visibly. Logan groaned, still caressing her lips. The taste and scent of him filled her from the inside out. Sheila let out a long, satisfied sound, licking her lips.

  “Gods, help me.”

  His whispered plea drifted in the Ether. Logan fisted the back of her neck, leaned in, and kissed her senseless. Sheila gripped his forearm, eagerly accepting his touch and his dominance display.

  The scent of her cream still lingered on Logan’s lips. It mixed with his, creating the perfect cologne for them. It was an arousing scent that only they would ever share.

  Logan was the one breaking the kiss.

  “Sheila, we need to go. The others are waiting.”

  “I don’t want to.” She sounded like a pouting child.

  Logan chuckled. “I don’t want to, either. But we have to.”

  “Fine,” she grumbled. Sheila pulled him in for a gentled kiss, then let out a long sigh of despair and pulled back. “Let’s go deal with the real life.”

  Her body still vibrated with ecstasy and the scent of lust and cum permeated the room, promising more pleasure. But Logan was right. They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

  Chapter eighteen

  Fifteen minutes later, holding hands with her mate, Sheila entered what Logan declared was his office. Her father, Ricky and Nicky stood on the left side of the room, glaring. Across from them, Logan’s Beta and two other enforcers glared back. Sheila remembered their names; Aedan and Adam.

  She looked to the left; one pair of twins. Then to the right; another pair of twins. All powerful enforcers. She leaned in to whisper to her mate.

  “This is strange. It’s like they’re communicating.”

  Logan looked down at her. His eyes glinted with laughter. “Yep. Just wait until you see the girls fight. It’s a silent bloodbath.”

  John looked their way and smiled when he saw her.

  “Daddy!” Sheila rushed into his arms. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled over.

  “Hey now. It will be okay, darling. Hush.”

  Sheila fought the sobs, but they broke out, anyway. She cried like a little girl into her father’s arms. He held her, whispering comforting words. When her feelings settled, she pulled back and dried her tears away.

  “Sorry. I don’t know why I just broke down like that.”

  “After all you’ve been through? I expected nothing less. I would have been worried if you didn’t have a crying jag.”

  Sheila kissed her father on the cheek, making him grin.

  “Thank you, daddy. How’s mom and the twins from hell?”

  “Worried about you, but fine. Ian’s holding the fort until I get back.”

  “Hey! What about us? Don’t we deserve a hug and a kiss after risking our lives sneaking into tiger territory?”

  A snarl came from the tiger side of the room. Sheila ignored it. Ricky opened his arms for her. She leaned in for a hug. Before she could make the first step, an arm coiled around her waist, pulling her back into a hard chest.

  “That’s okay. You’ll survive without my mate’s hugs and kisses from now on.”

  Logan’s rumbling voice vibrated through her. She looked back at him.

  “Hey! They are my-”

  “Sheila, don’t.”

  The flash of his beast in his eyes caused her to bite back her protest.

  “Fine,” she gritted through her teeth. “But we will discuss this later.” She was not going through life, not touching her friends just because he was possessive.

  “Okay kids, let’s settle and discuss the events.”

  Her father was all about business. Such an Alpha!

  A knock at the office door made them all turn. It opened before anyone could react.

  “Sorry to disturb you. I brought you some food.”

  Karina entered the room carrying a large plate with food. The older woman winked at Sheila.

  “I know men get grumpy when they are hungry.”

  All the males in the room growled. Karina smiled.

  “You and Logan need to eat, dear.”

  A couple of juveniles entered after her with pitchers of water and smaller plates holding cookies.

  Oh, the female was sneaky! When she passed by, Sheila touched Karina’s arm.

  “Thank you, Karina. For the food and the gifts,” she caressed the knife belt, letting her know what she was talking about. Logan’s mom stroked her cheek.

  “When everything settles, we’ll schedule some practice time.”

  Behind her, Logan made a small sound of distress. Sheila looked up at him. He was biting back a smile while he looked at the ceiling, like he was praying for help.

  Ricky and Nicky chuckled.

  Adam and Aedan groaned.

  Even her father looked shocked. No. Not shocked. Scared! Assholes males! She will show them!

  “Sorry for the disruption. Carry on.”

  Karina left. The two juveniles hurried out to avoid the tension in the room.

  Sheila struggled to get out of Logan’s tight hold. He ignored her. Instead, he guided her to his desk, sitting in the large, comfortable-looking chair and settling her into his lap.

  “Logan!”

  “Hush. Your scent keeps my tiger calm. There are too many dominant males in this room. Our bond is not strong enough. He’s on edge.”

  Logan spoke the words in her ear, but she was sure the others heard. Though neither one of them commented. Sheila relaxed in his arms.

  “Let’s get this thing going. Sheila, tell us what the hell happened two days ago.”

  Taking a deep breath, she told them everything she remembered. When she finished, the room fell silent.

  Popping a Pathé into her mouth, she groaned at the savory tastes exploding on her tastebuds. She was so hungry that her stomach was about to eat itself.

  Logan’s rumble of anger vibrated against her. She pressed her palms on his chest and rubbed her face against his. She was stroking him to calm the beast. Logan pressed a kiss to the mark on the junction of her neck and shoulder. The puncture wound was still sensitive, making her shiver in pleasure.

  Finally, her father spoke.

  “Cain,” John repeated the name.

  Sheila watched him pace, frowning in thought.

  “Are you sure that was the name?”

  “Yes. They were very clear about it. Then they referred to him as Doc. Does the name mean anything to you?”

  John frowned, munching on a baguette. “I don’t know if it’s relevant.”

  “Tell us anyway. Maybe we can connect some dots.”

  Logan watched her father, but his hand was caressing her thigh. His continuous contact was heating her blood. Sheila did not want for her father to scent her arousal. It was mortifying. She slapped Logan’s hand, signaling him to stop. He snarled and continued. Fine! She will get him later.

  “The lead scientist of the lab they created me in, had a son. A four-year-old-boy. His name was Cain. But I don’t see what a child might want with you, Sheila.”

  “Maybe revenge? You killed his father. He might want to kill me as payment.”

  “No, baby. You said the man wants you alive.”

  Sheila frowned. “Yeah. That’s what that dude Rusty said. But,-”

  “Let me place some questions to other Alphas. That the wolves are in with the humans doesn’t sit well with me. They don’t like humans. Not more than we do. And that I can’t reach their Alpha worries me.”

  “Do you think they are hostages?”

  Logan placed the obvious question. Sheila frowned. “But wouldn’t others know if something was wrong with their pack? Wolves are tight with other packs.”

  “Yes. That’s what I want to find out. I’ll reach out to Ash’s brother. They kept in contact. If he can’t tell me what’s going on, then we’ll see.”

  “How about setting up a double invasion? Panther and tiger from both sides, sneaking into their territory.”

  “Maybe. I want to send a Ranger to do some reconnaissance first. I know they had pregnant females and a small pack of cubs.”

  “Let me know when, and I’ll assign someone from the pride.”

  Sheila watched the two Alphas come to an accord. Her father looked at her, then at her mate.

  “Logan, take care of my daughter or I’ll gut you. Are we clear?” John addressed him in a very reasonable tone.

  “Dad!” Sheila was appalled at his behavior.

  “You can try. I’ll enjoy the fight.”

  With a gasp, she looked at her mate. “Logan!” He didn’t break the stare-down he had with her father.

  “You have nothing to worry about, Alpha Black. I’ll give my life for her.”

  “Good. I need to get back to my territory.”

  Sheila rose from her mates’ lap. “Already?” A lump clogged her throat. She wanted her father to stay longer. His presence was so familiar and comforting. She went to him, hugging him tight.

  “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be back.”

  “We’ll escort you out,” Logan offered.

  “No need. Your Beta is more than capable. I’ll miss you, daughter,” John whispered in her hair.

  Sheila scowled. “I’m mated, dad. Not dead.”

  He chuckled. “I know. But I’ll still miss you. Your mother and I, we had hoped you would find a mate in our pride. Ricky was first on the list.”

  Sheila gasped. “What?!”

  The growl Logan let out told them he had heard that comment and wasn’t pleased with that piece of information. He was on his feet, glaring at Ricky with deadly intent.

  “Yay, thanks Alpha. Now the tiger wants to eat me,” Ricky mumbled dryly.

  Nicky slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, little brother. I’ll be there to collect the bones.”

  “Ha. Ha. Not funny.”

  John kissed Sheila’s head and released her. Logan was there to pull her back into his arms.

  “Sheila, play nice with Logan. And don’t torture the poor man.”

 

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