Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I’m making my way through his father’s encyclopedias, when I reach G-F. For fun, I turn to falcons, enjoying a little light reading before chuckling.
“What?” he asks, glancing over from the box he’s been filling with paperwork.
“Was just reading about my favorite bird. Apparently, peregrine falcons mate for life.”
There’s a spark in his eyes as he smirks. “I could’ve told you that.”
Fuck, he’s so playful. So fun.
So perfect.
“I think I deserve a little break,” I say, adding the volume to the other in the box resting on the shelf, then descend the ladder and approach the desk. “I’m impressed with myself for how I’ve managed to keep my greedy hands off you today.”
Logan’s eyes narrow, but before he has a chance to respond, I’m all over him, mouth to mouth, tongue greeting his. His body relaxes to my kiss, and excitement courses through me, followed by a familiar sensation before he pulls away.
“You feel it?” he asks.
Since I recovered from the bullet wound, there’s a phantom sensation where the bullet struck, though I wouldn’t call it pain. It’s more of a vibrating buzz, electrified by his body. It happens from time to time, and really, I kind of like it, especially because he’s the only one who triggers it.
“I do. Hopefully it’ll remain.”
Logan grins, resting his hand on my chest and studying my expression. “Soon your falcon will be in that big Rothguard cage. For good.”
There’s that buzzing again.
It’s exciting.
It’s electric.
Not only at the thought of him being in my cage, but being eager for it.
“You want to be in my cage?”
I already know the answer even before he says, “I do.”
Means so much to hear him tell me he wants that, and I take his mouth again. His lips are so greedy for me, nearly as greedy as I am to probe his body with my hands. I finally break our kiss so I can kiss down his jaw to his throat, one of his favorite places, guiding him back so his ass is pushed up against the edge of the desk.
“Will you keep me safe in your cage?” he asks.
“Of course I will,” I reply, only giving his flesh a moment’s peace before my mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth keep busy toying with him.
“Will you fuck me in it all the time?”
“As much as you need.”
“Will you make me unbearably happy?”
“I’ll give you everything you need and want.” As he moans, I feel a profound sense of satisfaction. It sweeps through me so quickly, I have to catch my breath. “I didn’t realize that just as soon as you surrendered to me, I too would utterly surrender to you.”
I nibble at his throat again, and he bows his head back, offering it up to me.
I slide my hand to the back of his jeans, tucking it beneath his briefs, getting a feel of that perfect ass, only being stopped at the desk. My cock stiffens, crimping in the crotch of my pants in a way that annoys and excites me at the same time, and instinctively, he reaches down and feels my cock.
He tucks his head against my cheek, whispering, “Bet you want to fuck me right now.”
Even the suggestion has adrenaline coursing through me, my thoughts struggling to focus on anything other than his flesh and scent, and there’s a deep pain in my gut. “I don’t understand how I’ve had you so many times and it’s still not enough. Or why it hurts not to be inside you.”
He rests his hand against the side of my face and tilts it so I look up at him. “I hope it hurts when you’re not in me because it hurts not being filled with you.”
As he claims my mouth again, I stoop down, hooking my arms around his thighs. I lift and shove him onto the desk, spreading his legs and serving his ass up to me as I rub my crotch against it.
“Damn these clothes,” I growl into his mouth, and he snickers. “I don’t see what’s so fucking funny about you making me ache like this.”
“This doesn’t seem familiar? Remind you of…”
My thoughts return to that beautiful day when we tussled in my study. “When you needed me to fuck you on my desk?”
“When you took me against my will on your desk.”
I pull away, wincing. “Don’t play.”
He’s all smirk and confidence. “You love when I play.”
“You’re not wrong.”
I kiss along his neck.
“No, don’t, Killian,” he breathes. “We must finish packing. Don’t take me right here. Don’t, no.”
Just like those early sessions with him, it’s as clear as always that Logan’s no, don’t means hurry the hell up and take what’s yours.
“We really do need to pack,” I say, straining to get the words out when I can feel myself leaking already. I growl, frustrated at the thought of waiting.