and all she could do was brace herself for the wave.
It nearly dragged her under; the force of it caught her so strongly. She threw back her head and howled to the skies as she came and came and came beneath him. The climax seemed endless and painfully intense, shaking the foundations of her world. She felt him tense and explode as well, pulled along not by the force of her pleasure, but by the sweetly tight contractions of her body around his cock. He echoed her howl, the sound muffled against her neck, and poured himself into her body, quivering in ecstasy.
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even his cock buried in her hadn’t been able to accomplish. As the tension of arousal and climax began to fade, they remained locked together, shivering with the faint ripples of aftershock. She bowed her head, feeling with acute awareness that faint trickle of blood against her skin, and she shivered again. This was joining, in the truest Lupine sense of the word. Logan had become her mate, and she had become his.
And what the hell was she supposed to do now?
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Chapter Twelve
She still hadn’t figured it out an hour later, when they were separated, cleaned and clothed and sitting in her father’s office, eyeing each other warily.
Well, her gaze remained wary. Logan’s had gone all wicked and focused again as he stared intently at her neck, waiting for her to turn her head so he could admire his handiwork.
Silence stretched between them for several long moments. Logan looked too self-satisfied to speak, and Honor wasn’t quite sure what to say. Was there etiquette about how to handle this type of situation? Did Emily Post have a chapter on Post-Coital Small Talk for the Modern Werewolf? If she didn’t, she really should.
Honor shifted in her seat and tried to ignore the raw, liquid feeling between her legs. As hard as he’d just taken her, she ought to be screaming at him to never lay another hand on her as long as he lived, and here she was trying to keep him from noticing how damned horny she still felt. Was that in Emily Post?
“You can relax, you know.” His drawling tone sounded sleepy and rough and sexy in the small cabin. Honor couldn’t suppress a shiver of reaction. “I’ll give you a couple of hours before I attack you again. I’m not entirely uncivilized.”
She drew a deep breath. “See…about that ‘again’ thing…” He raised an eyebrow and settled into a deeper slouch. “You surely don’t intend to tell me, your mate , that I can’t touch you again, do you? You couldn’t be quite that foolish, honey. Tell me.”
She scowled. “You know, I really hate those casual endearments. Ones like
‘honey.’ It always makes me wonder if you just can’t remember my name.” 84
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“Oh, I remember it. It just don’t think ‘Honor’ is something I can hear myself yelling out in a heated moment. It would be like yelling ‘Mother Teresa’ or something.”
She rolled her eyes. “Now that’s just nasty.”
“That’s what I thought. So you have two choices. You can have ‘honey,’ or you can have ‘Nora.’ Up to you.”
“Those are my only choices?”
He shrugged. “They are if ‘Honor’ is your only name.” She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest.
Logan cupped his hand to his ear and cocked his head to the side. ‘Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite catch it.”
“Honor Strength.” She bit it out like a particularly vile curse and then glared, as if it was his fault. It was actually her father’s, but if she could have a few minutes to think, she’d find a way to make it his fault.
He blinked. “Right. Those are your only choices.” She opened her mouth to protest, then caught herself and shook her head.
“And that is so not important right now. We have other things we need to
It nearly dragged her under; the force of it caught her so strongly. She threw back her head and howled to the skies as she came and came and came beneath him. The climax seemed endless and painfully intense, shaking the foundations of her world. She felt him tense and explode as well, pulled along not by the force of her pleasure, but by the sweetly tight contractions of her body around his cock. He echoed her howl, the sound muffled against her neck, and poured himself into her body, quivering in ecstasy.
The world slowed and blurred and the only stable point in the swirling riot became the place where his teeth joined to her flesh, making them one in a way 82
Fixed: Fur Play
even his cock buried in her hadn’t been able to accomplish. As the tension of arousal and climax began to fade, they remained locked together, shivering with the faint ripples of aftershock. She bowed her head, feeling with acute awareness that faint trickle of blood against her skin, and she shivered again. This was joining, in the truest Lupine sense of the word. Logan had become her mate, and she had become his.
And what the hell was she supposed to do now?
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Christine Warren
Chapter Twelve
She still hadn’t figured it out an hour later, when they were separated, cleaned and clothed and sitting in her father’s office, eyeing each other warily.
Well, her gaze remained wary. Logan’s had gone all wicked and focused again as he stared intently at her neck, waiting for her to turn her head so he could admire his handiwork.
Silence stretched between them for several long moments. Logan looked too self-satisfied to speak, and Honor wasn’t quite sure what to say. Was there etiquette about how to handle this type of situation? Did Emily Post have a chapter on Post-Coital Small Talk for the Modern Werewolf? If she didn’t, she really should.
Honor shifted in her seat and tried to ignore the raw, liquid feeling between her legs. As hard as he’d just taken her, she ought to be screaming at him to never lay another hand on her as long as he lived, and here she was trying to keep him from noticing how damned horny she still felt. Was that in Emily Post?
“You can relax, you know.” His drawling tone sounded sleepy and rough and sexy in the small cabin. Honor couldn’t suppress a shiver of reaction. “I’ll give you a couple of hours before I attack you again. I’m not entirely uncivilized.”
She drew a deep breath. “See…about that ‘again’ thing…” He raised an eyebrow and settled into a deeper slouch. “You surely don’t intend to tell me, your mate , that I can’t touch you again, do you? You couldn’t be quite that foolish, honey. Tell me.”
She scowled. “You know, I really hate those casual endearments. Ones like
‘honey.’ It always makes me wonder if you just can’t remember my name.” 84
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“Oh, I remember it. It just don’t think ‘Honor’ is something I can hear myself yelling out in a heated moment. It would be like yelling ‘Mother Teresa’ or something.”
She rolled her eyes. “Now that’s just nasty.”
“That’s what I thought. So you have two choices. You can have ‘honey,’ or you can have ‘Nora.’ Up to you.”
“Those are my only choices?”
He shrugged. “They are if ‘Honor’ is your only name.” She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest.
Logan cupped his hand to his ear and cocked his head to the side. ‘Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite catch it.”
“Honor Strength.” She bit it out like a particularly vile curse and then glared, as if it was his fault. It was actually her father’s, but if she could have a few minutes to think, she’d find a way to make it his fault.
He blinked. “Right. Those are your only choices.” She opened her mouth to protest, then caught herself and shook her head.
“And that is so not important right now. We have other things we need to
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