Logan's Rattler (2 page)

“I know what I want, and I want you. Take me.” A smiled curled his upper lip. “I can feel how much you want to.” He pushed his hips up off the bed. “You know you want to be buried so deep inside me you forget your own name.” He pushed at the man again. “Now fuck me.”

The man grinned down at him. “You’re very demanding.”

“Yeah, I know. Just pound my ass already. I need to come. I need to feel you.” Logan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It’d been a while since the last time he’d had sex. He was picky about the guys he took to his bed, especially since he started hearing voices. There was nothing worse than being on a date and hearing every sordid little detail going through that person’s mind. It ruined more than one potential relationship. But since this was a dream, he could enjoy the sex without any background noise.

The man moved Logan’s hands up then guided his fingers around the wrought iron headboard. “I’ll fuck you, but I want you to keep your hands here. I like having you stretched out for me to feast upon.”

The man’s head dipped down to suck one of Logan’s nipples deep into his mouth. Logan grunted as he began to circle his hips. He needed more.

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Logan gripped the headboard tight as his dream lover slowly worked his way down his body. The man sucked, licked, and nipped at every inch of Logan’s body. When he reached where Logan’s dick lay against his stomach, the man paused. Hot breathes of air fanned across the weeping tip of Logan’s cock.

Pre-cum dripped from the small slit as the man tongued the opening drawing out more liquid. Before Logan could beg, the man engulfed the swollen cap, sucking down his length. Logan bucked up off the bed, unable to withstand the teasing oral play. He loved a good blow job, but what he needed now was a good hard lay.

“Please,” Logan cried out.

The silky hot mouth left his shaft. He felt the bed dip as the man reached into the drawer of the nightstand. He heard some shuffling around, then his dream man whispered out a curse.

“Baby, I don’t have any stuff.”

Logan grabbed the man by the hair and yanked him up to his face.

“Then use your spit,” he said, growling out his frustration.

The man’s lips curved up, and Logan was blinded by his white teeth. “Yes, sir.”

Logan spread his legs farther apart then pulled up his knees to rest his feet on the bed. There was plenty of room for the man as he edged his way down Logan’s body, dropping kisses here and there as he went. Logan felt like screaming “hallelujah” when the guy finally reached his cock. The man licked a path from tip to base then continued on down. Logan jumped as a wet tongue circled his entrance. He started to pant. His heart raced out of control as the tongue began to pierce at his hole. Good god he needed more.

As if the man was reading his mind, he pulled back and spit at Logan’s hole. When he started to push a finger in, Logan kicked the hand away. The man shot worried eyes up at him.

“None of that. I want you to stick that massive cock of yours inside me, now.” It was all a dream anyway. It wasn’t like he would have anything to feel bad about in the morning or any pain to deal

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with. He might as well go all out and be as kinky and rough as he wanted. “Fuck me like you mean it,” he teased the man.

Doing as he was told, the man spat on his hole again then sat up.

He held Logan’s eyes as he spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his length. Logan ran his tongue across his lips. He was eager to taste the fine specimen in front of him. Very slowly, the man moved forward. The head of his cock breached the muscle barrier. Logan tensed as the burn morphed into erotic desire like nothing he ever felt before, and he needed more.

Once his dream lover was buried to the hilt, he paused above Logan. Logan tilted his head to the side. He could have sworn he heard a rattling sound. Shaking it off as just a weird part of his dream, he focused back on the hot man on top of him. The man held still as if waiting for a sign. Logan chuckled to himself. He wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and nudged his heels into the man’s lower thighs. He didn’t have to do it twice. The man started to move. After every second inward snap, he’d circle his hips, rubbing the rigid shaft over his prostate, driving Logan insane with need. He started to lift his hips up to meet his lovers. The sound of skin smacking against sweaty skin filled the room.

“This is everything I’ve ever imagined it would be.” The man moaned. “It’s like your body was made just for mine. It recognizes me.”

Logan listened to his dream lover babble but really couldn’t care less what he said just as long as he kept moving. The faster he snapped his hips, the higher Logan went on the cusp of the most fantastic orgasm of his life. Just a little more.

“Please, give it to me. I never want to wake up from this. God, I need you,” Logan couldn’t control his pleading cries. If he didn’t come soon, he felt like he would spontaneously combust.

The man shifted to his knees and stared down at him. “You want it?” Logan nodded. “Then tell me to claim you. To make you mine forever. Tell me what I need to hear. Say you want this bonding.”

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Logan held the man’s gaze, unsure exactly what he was asking for. This was a dream after all. He’d give the man just about anything as long as Logan got to come at the end. “Yes. You can have whatever you want, just don’t stop.”

Before Logan knew what was going on, his legs were hiked up over the man’s shoulders as he pounded into his ass without mercy.

The man moved so swiftly Logan didn’t realize what was happening.

A piercing sharp pain stung his upper thigh where his lover had his mouth glued to Logan’s leg. The initial sting transformed into a fuzzy warmth that filled his body.

Logan watched as the man licked his lips as he pulled away from Logan’s thigh. Logan could fell wetness drip down his leg. The man had long fangs sticking out of his mouth. He couldn’t explain it, but Logan wasn’t frightened. If anything he wanted to lick the long teeth and let them puncture his skin again and again.

The man lifted his own wrist to his lips and bit down. When he pulled his arm from his mouth, he also pulled his throbbing sex from Logan’s body. The man smiled down at him as he ran a finger through the blood running down Logan’s leg then across the gash in his own arm. He took the combined fluid and swiped it across the engorged cock standing at full salute.

It all seemed a little odd to Logan, but he didn’t protest. Truth be told, even with all the weird occurrences going on in this dream, he couldn’t help but be turned on by the sight. The man ravaged his body with such force he couldn’t turn away or stop him.

The man pulled Logan down the bed and slid his cock back home.

Logan’s back arched up off the bed as he felt his balls tighten to his body. The man noticed and gripped Logan’s cock and pumped his fist in time with his rapid hip movements.

Before Logan knew it, his release was upon him. He screamed his pleasure to the ceiling as his hot seed covered the man’s hand and his chest. A smiled formed across Logan’s face. Never had anything ever

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felt so right. His body quaked with aftershocks as his dream lover kept up his forceful onslaught.

The man plowed into him so hard Logan had to push his hands against the headboard to keep from banging his head on it. Logan felt the man’s fingers dig into his skin, then the man screamed. The sound ricocheted off the walls. Hot spurts of cum filled his eager hole, causing Logan to erupt into another release.

When every ounce of cum had been milked from his body, Logan’s legs fell to the side. The man collapsed forward, bracing his arms on either side of Logan’s head. Their lips were a breath apart, and he ran his tongue across the man’s swollen lips. His lover hissed and flicked his tongue inside Logan’s mouth, deepening the kiss to where Logan didn’t know where he ended and the man began.

After a brief moment the man pulled back and stared down into Logan’s eyes. “Mine.” He dropped a kiss to Logan’s neck and inhaled deeply. “I will take good care of you, my mate, for the rest of our lives.”

Once again Logan had no clue what the man was talking about. It didn’t matter. He would wake up and go back to working at his coffee shop and try his best to ignore the voices in his head, along with that creep Rhett. For just right now, he wanted to enjoy the moment with his dream lover, where everything seemed perfect. No worries and no crazy voices.

“Yo, Finn, we got company coming. More council members are on their way,” a male voice said as the light switch was flipped on.

“Ah shit,” the man in the doorway said as he covered his eyes.

Logan flinched as a bright light filled the room.
What the hell?

His lover rolled to the side and pulled the blanket up over Logan’s body. “What the fuck, Jace? Don’t you know how to fucking knock?”

“I’m sorry man. I didn’t know you were engaging in you know, that.” The man waved a hand in front of him.

Logan blinked a few times, and that was when reality came crashing down on his shoulders. “I’m awake?” At the blank stare

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from both men he huffed out his annoyance. “This isn’t a dream? I just fucked some random guy? Holy shit. I let you do things to me. I let you bite me.” He sat up. “I…you…” Logan waved a finger between them.

“I think I should leave you two alone,” the stranger at the door said then made a hasty exit.

Logan pulled the blankets up to his chin as he stared at the very real stranger sitting next to him. This wasn’t a dream. This was real, actual life. “Oh my god, what have I done?”

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Finn looked at his mate, uncertain of what he should say. Logan agreed to the mating. He wanted it. Hell, he begged for it. But now his mate looked like he was scared of him. Him, his mate. This wasn’t good.

“Logan, calm down,” Finn said in soft, unthreatening tone.

“How do you know my name?” Logan scooted to the other side of the bed.

“It’s written on your ID.”

“You went through my wallet?” Finn watched his mate climb from the bed. “Good grief, what have I gotten myself into.” Logan fidgeted with his clothes, and Finn took the opportunity to tug up his pants.

He pulled his shirt over his head as he listened to his mate talk to himself. It would appear Logan thought what had just happened was all a dream and was pissed because he felt like a slut or some such nonsense. They were mates, and Finn had to find a way to explain that without freaking the man out more than he already was.

“Logan, please sit down. I’ll explain everything.” He followed behind Logan as he picked up his socks and shoes from the floor.

“I let you fuck me without a condom. Hell, I even let you bite me.” He turned abruptly to Finn. “Do you have any diseases I need to know about?” Logan barked out a laugh. “Like you would actually tell me the truth,” his mate mumbled to himself.

“You don’t have to fear catching anything from me. I’m disease-free. I swear it.” If Logan only knew Finn couldn’t catch human ailments.

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“Yeah, right, whatever.” Logan shuffled around Finn’s room, searching for the rest of his belongings.

Anger flared its nasty head at his mate’s refusal to believe him. He would die for Logan, but right now he wanted to throttle the very sexy brat. “I would never lie to you. You’re my mate. I would never hurt you. I love you.” Before he could stop himself, he blurted out the words. Seeing the shocked and disbelieving look on his mate’s face, he instantly regretted the omission.

“Excuse me? Are you fucking insane?” Logan shouted. “You love me?” His mate shook his head, sending a clump of hair over his left eye. “You don’t even know me.”

“Logan, if you just let me explain it’ll all make sense. I promise.”

Finn took a step toward his mate. He had to tilt his head upward to meet Logan’s eyes.

As Logan stood still before him, Finn took the time to take in his mate’s beauty. Logan stood a few inches taller than his own five foot ten inches. His body was composed of lean, firm muscle like that found on a swimmer’s body. Not bulky but proportionate to his frame and height. His short black hair stood out in contrast to his pale skin.

Not even a blemish marred the creamy white skin. The most exotic thing about Logan was his eyes. The blue irises had a milky tinge to them, almost appearing white.

“I’m sorry, but I need to get out of here.” Logan raced out the bedroom door.

“Shit!” Finn grumbled to himself as he gave chase.

The guy was fast. By the time Finn reached the top of the stairs, Logan was already halfway down.

As Logan ran out the front door, Finn caught up to his mate. A car was pulling into the drive, but he didn’t have time to stop and check it out. His priorities lied with his mate.

“Logan, please talk to me.” He stayed close on Logan’s heels. “At least let me give you a ride home.”

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That stopped his mate in his tracks. He slowly turned to face Finn.