Freeing the Feline (13 page)

Zane had called the lab first, speaking to Diane then the Professor. He’d called Tah as Diane was coming up the stairs to let them know what was going on. From what Logan gathered, Zane believed Finn had been taken by hunters. But that wasn’t all. Someone had killed all of the men and left Finn for dead. They wouldn’t know what had happened until Finn could talk and tell them, if he made it. Zane had told Tah he’d taken a few pictures real quick before they high-tailed it out of there.

“Where are we going?” Clara whispered as they walked away. “Are you okay?”

“I need some space,” Logan admitted, tugging her toward the stairs. “And I’ve been wanting to talk to you all day.”

He stopped outside the door to their room and ran his fingers softly over the bruise on her cheek. “I should have hit Reno harder,” he said and turned to push open the door and urge her inside.

“Wait,” Clara said. “You hit Reno? What were you thinking?”

“That he deserved it?” Logan offered. “It was a love tap. He won’t be sporting a bruise.”

“Logan, Amia was reacting in the moment. Finding out about Lydia the way she did, it was a lot to take in,” Clara told him. “She and I are okay now.”

“Reno and I are, as well. In fact, I’ve talked him and Tah into a celebration of sorts, or at least I had before all this came up with Finn and Murphy. God, it will kill Tah and Reno if Finn doesn’t make it. They’ll always blame themselves.”

“Why? And what celebration?” Clara asked.

“Tah will feel guilty because he told Finn to watch Amia while he talked to Reno. Finn overheard Amia telling Reno she was going to kill him and then all of us.”

“What?”

“It was before you arrived. Thing is, Amia meant it figuratively, not literally. But Finn didn’t know that.”

“She assumed the Blanes would find her and in the process, find all of you.”

“Bingo,” Logan agreed. “So Reno blasted Finn and probably thinks that’s why Finn took off with the transmitter that was put in Amia.”

“You don’t think it was?” Clara asked.

“Who knows?” Logan said with a shrug. “I’ve learned not to read into what you see or think you know. I think we’ve had enough of that around here.” He turned her into his arms and tugged her against his chest. “But I didn’t bring you up here to talk about all that.”

“You didn’t?” She smiled up at him.

“I need you, Clara. I need to feel you against me. To hold you close. To make love to you.”

“All you ever have to do is say the word, Logan. I promise you, I’ll always want you just as much.”

“Always?” he asked, reaching down to grip the edge of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

“You’re my mate. As soon as I’m around you, I feel your desire, your want, and it becomes my own.”

“Is it always like that?” he asked, cupping her breasts over her bra and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “Do mates always fall in love with one another?”

She nodded. “I’ve never seen it not happen. But you have to understand. It’s not just about biology. We connect on an emotional level far deeper than the average human couple can. I know your thoughts and emotions better than even Reno or Tah, even though I’ve known you for a shorter time. It’s the way we bond, sharing feelings with one another. It unites us. I can’t feel your pain without hurting. I can’t feel your joy without smiling. And I can’t feel the things you feel for me when you look at me like that, and not give them back.”

Logan smiled at her. “You love me,” he said and bent to kiss her lips before she could reply.

He knew it. If she felt what he was feeling, then it was inevitable. Obviously, the fates knew what they were about with this mate thing. They seemed to fall hard, fast. The first time Clara had looked at him in the lab, he’d felt the zing of that shared glance all the way to his heart. She’d stepped in front of him, as if to protect him. No woman had ever done anything like that for him. Then he’d touched her and it was as if every inch of his body had become supercharged for her, all for her.

“Let’s get these off of you.” He reached around and unhooked her bra, letting her do the honors while he slid his hands lower to her pants.

Soon they were a tangle of hands and half-removed clothing. He wasn’t sure how they managed it but eventually they were both naked.

“My turn,” Clara told him and gave him a shove onto the bed.

He landed on the edge and threw his hands out to clench the covers when she dropped to her knees between his thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she purred and leaned in to lick the thick shaft of his cock.

“Jesus, woman.” Logan grunted, bringing one hand up to cup the back of her head. “You feel good.”

She nuzzled against him, brushing her nose over his flesh and inhaling while she flicked her tongue out again and again. She cupped his ball sac with one hand and wrapped the fingers of her other one around his shaft, pumping them up and down. She flicked that wicked golden glance of hers up to clash with his and rubbed her tongue over the crown of his dick.

“Clara.” He groaned, knowing he was on the edge and wouldn’t be able to take much more teasing from her. “Either suck my cock or get that pretty little ass up here and fuck me.”

She grinned up at him and raked those sharp canines of hers against his groin. His cock pulsed and a drop of pre-cum filled the slit on the head. She ran her tongue over it, licking it off and moaning in pleasure. He was never going to last at this rate.

“Suck it,” he demanded and rocked his hips up toward her.

His cock missed her mouth and skimmed along her cheek instead. She turned and nuzzled his shaft again, flicking her quick little tongue over and around him.

“Clara,” he pleaded.

With a moan she took him deep. No playing around this time. She wrapped those lush lips around his cock and sucked it to the back of her throat, swallowed, then pulled back until he brushed the roof of her mouth. She swirled, licked, sucked and swallowed, and never in the same pattern. It kept him right on the edge, not knowing what she would do next. It was the best fucking blowjob of his life.

“Ahhh, God, baby,” he told her. “You feel so fucking good.” He had both hands clenched by his hips again, fighting the urge to fuck her sweet mouth with his cock.

She made some small sound and it vibrated all down his shaft until he felt it in his balls. She did it again and he was panting with the effort to keep from shooting his load in her mouth. He wasn’t ready for this pleasure to end. She peeked up at him through her lashes and her cheeks hollowed out as she increased the suction. The hand cupping his balls slid back and he almost came off the bed when she pressed two fingers against the skin just behind his ball sac.

“Fuck!” he shouted, as every muscle in his body seemed to lock down. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.”

The vixen only worked his dick harder, tapping her tongue along the underside of his cockhead until the first splash of seed left him. He watched her throat work as she swallowed it down and felt her tongue licking over the crown as the next jet of semen left. She took it and pulled back, wrapping her lips around the bulging head and sucking only it, as if she were greedy for more of his cum.

He collapsed on the bed, his body shaking from the orgasm she’d given him. He couldn’t feel anything but the racing of his heart and the soft puffs of her breath against his spent cock. Good, God, the woman was fucking incredible!

“Come here,” he murmured and patted his chest.

His eyes were closed but he felt her moving up, using his thigh to help her rise from her knees. Her body brushed along his as she joined him on the bed. She kissed his shoulder, his chest then nibbled along his jaw.

“I think I just found my new favorite treat,” she said and smacked her lips together.

He chuckled. “I think I can survive more of that. Lord, woman! I’m not sure how long it will take me to recover though. You are by far the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life.”

“You’re welcome,” she said with a purr in her throat again.

He wanted to hear that sound often from her. It made his chest swell with pride, as if he’d done something incredibly right instead of just lucking into being the mate of this magnificent woman.

Finally catching his breath and feeling as if his blood flow was back to normal and not centered on his dick, Logan sat up and pressed her down onto her back on the bed. “My turn.”

She grinned and wiggled up with excitement clear on her face. “Why, Logan. I thought you’d never offer.”

He laughed and dropped his mouth down to hers. “Offer’s always on the table,” he whispered against her lips then kissed her.

Her hands came up to cup his face, and he took the kiss deeper than he’d first planned. It was like that with her. He didn’t think a lifetime together would be long enough to sate his need for her. Being mated was the best thing in the world. Being mated to Clara was beyond compare to anything. He was one lucky bastard, and he knew it.

He broke the kiss and immediately slid down to the rounded curves of her breasts. She wasn’t overly large, and he liked that. She fit his hands perfectly and those pert nipples of hers were made for sucking. He licked over her then brushed his closed lips along the underside of her breasts, nuzzled the sides and licked over the tight buds again. Back and forth he went, never staying at one breast too long, never giving one nipple too much attention.

She was shifting her legs restlessly on the bed, and he knew if he slid a hand lower she’d be nice and wet for him.

“Logan.”

Her fingers clenched in his hair and held him in place when he would have moved over to the other breast. He chuckled against the nipple before opening up and grazing it with his teeth. She moaned and the hair on his scalp prickled from the sharp clasp of her fingers. He gripped the nipple with his teeth and tugged at it, shifting one hand over to allow him to use his fingers to do the same to the other one.

She was panting now, moaning in pleasure as she rubbed her thighs together. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He sucked the plump berry into his mouth and plied it with his teeth and tongue while he used his fingers on the other. And she came apart under him, not needing his touch or hers between her legs to help her along.

“Inside me,” she panted. “I need you inside me.”

“Not yet,” he murmured against her skin as he skimmed his lips over her, moving lower.

Her stomach trembled beneath his touch, and he stopped to dip his tongue into her belly button, enjoying the way she shivered. He moved so his body was between her thighs, pressing them wider as he slid his shoulders down so his mouth was poised over the flushed lips of her pussy. She was wet from her orgasm and the small pearl of her clit was just peeking out at him, as if it was too shy to ask for what it wanted. But he knew. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

He flicked his tongue out and licked over her pussy, zeroing in on where her juices were thickest. He lapped at her, loving the musky essence of her. Sweet. She was so sweet, like hot, fresh syrup. He worked his tongue up her lips, licking over them and sliding between them, tasting every part of her pink perfection before greeting her clit with a lover’s kiss. She arched her hips off the bed, pressing into him while clawing the bed and shouting. She made him feel invincible.

He eased up and finally released her clit, immediately returning to her opening and thrusting his tongue as far in as he could get it. He changed the shape of his tongue, rounding it out then turning it back and forth inside her as he pumped it up into her channel. Another cry from her lips and her thighs were closing around his head, covering his ears so everything sounded as if he was inside a tunnel. Still, he teased her.

He ran one hand back up to toy with her clit while using the other to press against one thigh, getting her to ease the clamp she had on his head. He lifted a bit, glancing up her body to see her thrashing, hands cupping her breasts, fingers playing with her nipples while she moaned in pleasure. He thrust two fingers deep inside her and watched as her eyes flew open and she pinched down on her nipples.

“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, God, yes!”

She pumped her hips up into his penetration, and he added the flick of his tongue to the sensation of his finger over her clit. And enjoyed the site of making his woman come. She held nothing back, taking her pleasure the same way she gave it. Her neck arched back, lifting her chest high while her hips pressed deeper into the bed. His fingers were drenched with her juices and still he kept fucking her, kept rubbing his tongue against her, seeing how high she could go.

His cock was rock hard again, primed and ready to make love. He eased his fingers from the tight grip of her cunt and lowered his mouth to give her one more deep kiss before pulling away. He stood up, looking down at where she lay gasping for air, her body flushed from orgasm. Her nipples were hard points and her pussy lips were even plumper and wetter than before. As he watched, her eyes flicked open and those golden brown orbs of hers met his. She skimmed her gaze down to his bobbing erection and smiled.

Holding her hand out to him, she offered him everything. “Come here. Make love with me.”

He turned her on the bed and joined her, moving between her thighs and slipping his cock into place. With one thrust, he buried his shaft completely inside her, loving the way her pussy felt as if it had been made for him and him alone. He wondered if she felt the same about his cock. He rocked into her, and she met him, matching his rhythm until they moved in tandem.

Their eyes met again, and he loved the way she smiled so softly at him, the way her hand skimmed up his side to grip his shoulder. The way her other hand slid down to cup his hip. And there it was, that swelling in his heart. And he knew with perfect clarity, he wasn’t falling in love. He was already there.

* * * *

Diane was on the porch before Zane had even turned off the four-wheeler. Tah, Abby and the Professor spilled out after her. Reno, Amia and Vic came in from the woods as if they’d been watching for their arrival as well. Zane had a feeling they were just going to get the chance to say goodbye. Finn was fading fast. They were lucky he’d made it this far.