Freeing the Feline (19 page)

Clara cried out and jerked against his hold. Not in fear or pain, but in sensual delight at the way he claimed her. It called to the lioness within her. He flicked his gaze up to meet hers and she saw desire still burning in his eyes. If that look was anything to go by, she was going to have a long fulfilling night.

He slid his tongue between her pussy lips and ran it up to her clit. He licked over the taut bud then flicked it, stabbing at it with his tongue. She tried to lift her hips again, but he held her in place.

“Mine.” He grunted, raising his head a bit as he met her gaze again.

She reached down and sank the fingers of both hands into his hair, jerking his head back down to her pussy. He nipped her in a display of dominance, a reminder from him that he was in charge. Then he dropped to her pussy with a groan and began pumping his tongue in and out of her, lapping up her juices.

“Yesss,” she hissed between her teeth as he slid his thumb up to rub over her clit.

Just that quickly she was coming again. Logan took in her orgasm and gave her another. She was panting for breath, her body one tremble after another as she drowned in pleasure when he finally moved back. She glanced at him with eyes half open and took in the rock-hard cock that stood out from his body. The head was flushed with pre-cum glistening on it. And suddenly she had her breath back and knew just what she wanted.

She licked her lips and watched his cock bounce as he moved around the table. She rolled over on her stomach and came up on her elbows watching as he stepped in front of her. One hand circled his cock, slowly pumping up and down his shaft. He rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing the pre-cum and making her mouth water.

She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes and opened wide. He took the invitation and pressed his cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the crown and sucked greedily. He groaned in pleasure and dropped his hands to the edge of the table.

“Suck it,” he commanded, but she was way ahead of him.

She wrapped one hand around it and dropped the forearm of her other arm down to provide more balance than just her elbow. She took as much of him as she could, loving the feel of the tip hitting the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue around him, circling the head and shaft as she worked his cock in and out. Every once in a while she would let him feel just a hint of teeth, mostly because she saw how much he liked it.

She was really getting into it, getting greedy to taste his cum on her tongue when he gripped her hair and gently pulled her off his cock.

“No,” she groaned, coming up to her knees and grasping his shoulders with her hands. “I want to taste you.”

He shook his head. “Fuck.”

“Oh, yeah,” she agreed.

Then he surprised her. He lifted her up and held her there while she squealed and wrapped her legs quickly around his waist. He lowered her onto his cock and just held her against him for a long moment while they both looked at each other.

“Mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”

“Mine.” She gave him the words back. “All mine.”

He took her by the waist and began lifting and lowering her on his dick. She gripped his shoulders and used them to allow her to aid him. It felt so good. Gravity was working with them, allowing her to take him impossibly deep every time she sank down on his shaft. She used her thighs to help her lift and lower. She was close to coming again. Her nipples brushing his chest with every movement and adding more stimulation.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “I’m coming. I’m coming!”

He turned her then, as if that was what he’d been waiting for. Her back met the wall and her chest was flattened by Logan’s. He powered into her, grunting and moaning with every thrust, riding her through her orgasm and sending her flying high into another one.

“Logan!”

She screamed his name as his cock jerked inside her. A hot pulse of cum filled her, then another as Logan fucked her mercilessly. She leaned forward and sank her teeth into him, hitting the spot where she’d already claimed him before. His cock pulsed inside her again and more cum spilled out to fill her. Then he leaned heavily against her, crushing her between him and the wall as he fought for breath.

She moaned, holding tight as she felt his legs tremble, then they were both sliding to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, his cock still buried inside her.

“Mine,” she purred, licking over the wound she’d reopened.

“Yours,” he answered, and she knew he was finding his way back to her.

* * * *

Logan awoke the next morning with Clara naked atop him. His back was chilled from the floor and his chest was warm from his mate. He groaned as he went to move. God, he ached all over, even his dick, which felt as if it had put in a hell of a workout. What the fuck had happened last night?

Clara stretched and blinked, her soft golden-brown eyes at him. “Logan?”

“Who else would you be naked with, Mate?” He lifted his brows with the question.

She grinned and leaned down to kiss him. “Only you.” She shifted and Logan saw her try to bite off a groan.

“Are you okay?”

“Just not used to sleeping on the floor when we have a perfectly good bed upstairs.”

“So why are we here on the floor?” Logan asked.

You don’t remember last night?” Clara asked with huge eyes.

“I remember the alarm going off.” He sat up, nearly spilling her onto the floor. “Jesus! You were shot! Are you okay? Let me see.”

“I’m fine,” she said and showed him her leg where there was nothing more than a scar.

But then he noticed other things, like the fingertip bruises on her hips and thighs.

“What the hell?” he demanded, trying to turn her so he could see the all of her.

She glanced down as if she didn’t know what he was looking at. “These?” She indicated the bruises as if they were nothing. “Yeah, it was a great night, and they’ll be gone soon.”

“Fuck!” Logan exploded. “I did that to you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Clara moaned. “And I enjoyed every minute of it.”

“I’ve never bruised a woman in my life, Clara. I swear.”

“I’m not only a woman. I’m your mate, and trust me. I gave as good as I got. How’s your back?”

He shifted his shoulders. “Sore.”

“Sorry about that,” Clara crooned. “I think my claws might have come out a bit at one point.”

“So I had this dream about having wild, completely no-holds-barred sex with you all night long,” Logan said.

Clara shook her head. “Not a dream. Six times, stud.”

“Six?” He knew his eyes had to reveal his disbelief. He had stamina, but he wasn’t a machine for God’s sake.

“Oh, yeah,” Clara purred, looking very content. “Do you remember after I was shot?”

“I had Reno bring you back here. He’s faster than me now that he’s in sync with his tiger, and I knew I needed you back here as quickly as possible. I grabbed Dillion and…” His eyes widened. “The little prick jabbed me with something.”

“Needle filled with feral cat fever, or at least some version of it. I think Diane may have been next door running tests most of the night.”

“Shit. I hope I didn’t scare her.”

“I think you might have impressed her,” Clara said, and Logan felt his face flush at the implication that Diane might have heard him and Clara having sex.

“So what all happened?”

“You came to me. The fever will send a shifter into a feral rage. The only thing that can calm them is their mate. You sought me out, and we made a night of it.”

“And now?” Logan asked.

Clara shrugged. “I’m not really sure since I don’t know exactly what strain or dosage you were given. But since you’re human, it should wear off. There are no markers in your blood for it to feed on, not even with my saliva mixed in. With a shifter, it will find the very part of us that makes us shifters and feed on it, multiplying and spreading through our system.”

“I’m glad it was me he got then,” Logan muttered, thinking of what this could have done to Tah or Reno, Murphy or Zane. God forbid it had happened to Clara.

“It wasn’t just you,” Clara informed him. “Dillion only got you with some of what was in that needle.”

“Who’d he get with the rest?” Logan demanded, tensing up.

“Zane.”

“Where is he? Is he okay?”

“He’s gone,” Diane said, walking into the room to join them.

Logan pulled the sheet beside them over his lap and jerked it up to cover Clara.

“Please,” Diane muttered. “I’m a doctor for God’s sake. Besides, I’ll be surprised if you can even get it up right now after last night’s performance.”

He could feel the flush under the skin starting at his pecs and rising to suffuse his entire face.

“Diane,” Clara chastised and Logan had the luxury of seeing Diane blush now.

“Sorry. I guess nothing surprises me sexually when it comes to mates. But I’m getting damn tired of my lab being used as your playground.”

Logan thought of when he’d first met Clara, when Reno had shifted into his tiger and come down there to find Amia. He shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry, Diane.”

She waved her hand. “Anyway, I heard voices and…” She turned pleading eyes on them. “I was hoping to get some answers from you now, on what we’re dealing with. What can I do to help Logan? And Zane?”

“I’m not sure,” Clara said. “Why don’t you give us half an hour to crawl upstairs and take a hot shower and then we’ll meet everyone in the front room. I’ll tell you everything I know about it then. Along with what I can about Dillion.”

Diane nodded. “Are you okay? I…” She cleared her throat. “I couldn’t help overhearing the two of you last night. Do you need me to check anything?”

“Jesus!” Logan muttered. “You aren’t looking at my dick.”

“I wasn’t offering, asshole,” Diane lashed back, surprising the hell out of Logan. “I just meant you were both pretty primal last night. It sounded…” She cleared her throat. “It sounded rough. I just thought I’d offer in case all the activity took a toll.”

“Oh,” Logan said, not sure what to say to this Diane.

“We’ll be fine,” Clara answered, saving him from any attempt on his part.

Diane looked at them then sighed and shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she muttered and left the room as quickly as she’d entered.

“Let’s head up,” Clara said before he could ask her anything else.

A hot shower sounded heavenly, but he had to admit he was dreading the long trek up two flights of stairs. Not to mention the fact they were both naked. Clara rummaged in the room and came back with his jeans and shirt. She pulled his shirt on and tossed him the jeans. Then she reached down and grabbed his socks, shoes and boxer briefs from the floor then turned back to him.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded, and they made their way carefully up the stairs. Either the fates were with them or Diane had called up to warn everyone to give them some privacy, because they didn’t run into anyone on the main floor or on the way up to their second-floor bedroom. Clara tossed his stuff on the floor inside the door and stripped his shirt off before he even had the door completely shut.

“God, I need a shower,” she exclaimed, and he got his first look at her back.

“Shit,” he thundered, walking over to her and taking in the tiny bruises marring her perfect flesh. “What did I do to you? And why are these not healing? Does it hurt?”

“Everything I wanted and more,” she said. “That’s what you did. I’m sure they have healed a bit. They’re pretty light, Logan.”

His face must have shown how much that comment hit him because she cupped his face and held his gaze.

“I swear. You didn’t hurt me.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bathroom, turning him to face the mirror. He’d been so focused on her then Diane walking in on them and discussing things, that he hadn’t once taken stock of himself. He’d noticed some scratches but not thought much of them. Now he realized there were a lot of them. He also had some bruises of his own.

“Damn woman! What did you do to me?”

“Everything you wanted me to,” she said with that sexy purr of hers.

“Not a dream, huh,” he said, shaking his head and reliving every moment he thought he’d only dreamed. “Standing up?”

“Hell, yeah,” Clara groaned. “You were fucking amazing.”

“Guess that explains why my thighs are sore.”

She laughed. “Mine, too.”

She leaned in the shower and started the water while he grabbed towels. She was already sighing beneath the spray when he placed them on the towel bar.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” he asked again when he joined her.

“Logan,” she whispered, leaning back into his chest. “You’re my mate. The only way you hurt me is if you leave me.”

“Never,” he swore. “I know this has all been really fast, and there’s so much we still don’t know about one another. But I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life learning all of those things.”

She turned in his arms and snuggled close while the water washed over them both. “Me, too,” she whispered. “Me, too.”

Chapter Fifteen

Everyone was assembled and waiting for them when Clara walked in with Logan. Her thoughts raced in her head, and she said a little prayer for her Uncle Thomas as well as Gideon, Ariel and Griffin. God, what if… She couldn’t even complete the thought.

“Good to see you both,” Tah said by way of greeting. “Have to admit, I was a little worried last night when we left you.”

Logan looked a little embarrassed, so Clara spoke up. “We’re great. Logan seems to be back to himself this morning. Do you have any results yet, Diane, on what he was given?”

“A lower grade form of the feral cat fever virus,” the Professor answered. “I spent most of the night researching, pulling information from every source I could think of. What this looks like is that somebody took a full-strength strain of this virus and has been watering it down. It will cause similar effects in shifters, though obviously at a higher level. There’s no record of it being used on humans that I can find.”

“And Dillion is the one who had it?” Clara asked.