Four Weddings and a Werewolf

Chapter Four

“Wait…wait.” Veronica slung her purse in front of her and fumbled for her keys. Logan set her down and stole behind her, his arms coiled around her waist, his face buried in her neck. He dusted kisses over her shoulder, letting his lips glide over the silkiness of her skin. She moaned, rested her head on him. And dropped her keys. “Damn it.”

Palming her stomach, Logan held Veronica firmly against him. He was so hard. So achingly hard. “Hurry,” was all he could muster.

“I can’t”—her breath hitched—“when you’re doing that.”

“What? This?” He gripped her waist and suckled her earlobe between his lips. “Is this distracting you?”

“Uh-huh.” She swayed against him and rose up on tiptoe so that her backside was brushing against his erection. “Have to get inside…neighbors watching…don’t want…”

“Shh…” Logan nipped at her lobe and gave a low groan into her ear. “Why don’t you bend over and grab those keys?”

She shuddered, her skin dimpling with gooseflesh. “But I don’t want to move.”

“If you don’t find the strength, your neighbors are going to get one hell of a show.” While holding her against him with one hand wrapped around her waist, Logan used the other to skim down her body. Down the flat span of her stomach. Down her thigh. He lifted her dress and touched skin.

“Okay. Wait.” She jolted into action, bent over—all too quickly—and jammed the keys into the lock. She spun around, playing the temptress by biting her lip in the coyest way, and leaned back against the door. “Come on in.”

She invited him closer. Beckoned him in with a seductive glare that burned right through his clothes.

Veronica opened the door wide and stepped backward over the threshold. Her heel caught. With her weight behind the door, it whooshed open, slamming against the wall. She lost her balance. Tumbled and gave a half-laughing scream. Logan lurched forward to catch her, but momentum was pitching her toward the living room floor. He did the only thing he could do—he wrapped his arms around her waist, tucked her against him, and rolled. His back met the floor as she landed on top of him, hip to hip. She giggled into a laugh and propped herself up on her elbow.

“Let me guess,” he said, laying his head on the hardwood. “Is your middle name Grace?”

His job was to watch for creepy, pervy stalkers, but if Jake really wanted Veronica protected, he should’ve sent someone to watch for cracks in the sidewalk.

She smacked him in the chest. “Is your back okay? You hit the ground really hard.”

“Believe me…” Now it was Logan who laughed. “My back is fine.”

“I totally ruined the mood.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Judging from the massive tent pitching his pants, the mood hadn’t changed at all. He took the tip of Veronica’s ponytail, which dangled in his face, and slipped it over her shoulder. “You saved me from having to sweep you off your feet. Look at that. You’re already there.”

“Oh, jeez, lay it on thick.” Her kissable lips pursed. “You must sweep all the ladies off their feet.”

“Believe me, it’s not like that.” Logan slid his hands around her waist and tugged her against him. “I just know what I want when I see it. Is the sweet talk working?”

“Um-hmm.” Veronica purred as she closed her mouth over his. Her body hummed, sending tendrils of energy snaking from her body to his. Something fierce whipped through him, jump-starting his heart and firing his libido lava-rock hot. Nothing existed but Veronica’s mouth, her tongue, her body.

“The door,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I left the door.”

Open, he finished in his mind. “Got it.”

He flipped her over, cradling her head so it didn’t whack against the floor. She gasped when his lips crushed hers, and he plunged his tongue deep in her mouth.

“Be right back,” he said, rising to all fours. Keeping his gaze glued to hers, he backed away slowly, then donkey-kicked the door shut behind him.

“Smooth, Logan.” She smiled as she watched him approach. “Real smooth.”

Crawling between her legs, Logan glided his hand up her calf, her thigh. “You’re right.” And as he bent low to kiss her leg, he growled. She twitched, stiffened at the sound, but relaxed once his lips touched the warm flesh of her inner thigh. “You’re smooth as silk.” He let his hands lead the way up her body, nudging her dress with his nose as he went. “And I bet you taste as sweet as honey.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair. She planted her heels and thrust her hips forward, just a bit. Just enough. “What are you doing to me?” she mumbled.

“I’m untying you.” Logan brushed his hand over her panties and found them damp with heat. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”

“Yeah, it’s uh”—she shook—“been a while since someone has done this to me, so…”

His gaze slid up her beautiful body. Veronica was flat on her back, her neck raised to watch him crawl over her. Her mouth was parted slightly, her eyes glimmering with desire.

“How long?” he asked, beginning to tremble with his own need.

“Weeks.” Her breath hitched as he swiped his fingers over her panties and swirled them over her sensitive spot. “Could’ve been months.”

“Months?” Logan couldn’t control the shrill in his voice. “What’s wrong with the men in this part of town? Are they blind? Senseless?” Stupid as fuck? “That’s just not right.”

She quivered from his touch. “I don’t know, but right about now I’m wishing there were more like you around here.”

“It’s a damn shame, but baby, I’m one of a kind.”

Teasingly slow, Logan peeled Veronica’s panties off her legs and tossed them aside. He pushed her dress to her waist, and then slipped his fingers into her folds. He groaned at the feel of her. She was slick. Warmer and softer than he could’ve imagined.

“Oh, God.” She lifted her hips and clawed at his back.

“Oh, yes.”

Logan’s eyes rolled back and his back teeth grinded until his jaw ached. Damn it, he was drawn so tight. Too tight. His muscles were on the verge of cramping, and they hadn’t even started yet.

He hovered over her, watching her face change as pleasure took over. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth opened as she gasped for air. He had to taste her. Had to roll his tongue against hers. Keeping one of his fingers working her soft flesh, Logan braced himself on his other hand and brought his mouth down over hers. It was more than a kiss. It was an electric shot of lust that hit him hard. As though she felt the same thing, Veronica moaned, robbing him of his breath. She surrendered, her body rolling as her orgasm took hold.

“Holy hell.” She dropped her hands onto her forehead and went still beneath him. “Holy, holy, holy hell.”

“You’re still able to formulate words?” Logan slipped a finger inside her, then another, and began to massage her from the inside out. “No, that’s just not good enough. I want you to feel so good that you speak in tongues.”

Veronica inhaled sharply as Logan lowered his head between her legs. She grasped at his shoulders, urging him on by sliding her hand up his neck and guiding his head where she wanted it. He licked a slow, lazy line through her slit and moaned as the succulent flavors hit his tongue. She quivered. Shook. Her thighs fluttered on either side of his head. He wanted to dive into her and stay there awhile. Savor every last ounce. Lick her until he lost feeling in his lips.

“You’re going to make me…holy—” She drove her hips upward in time with the quick flicks of his tongue. “Logan…you’re going to…”

“Um-hm.” He couldn’t pull away to mutter a single word, so he let the words vibrate into her core.

She clutched at his shoulders, desperate, hungry, and then raked her nails into his skin, starting off an explosion of pleasure unlike anything Logan had ever experienced. It may as well have been his pleasure, and his orgasm. He was rising to his own peak, tightening and flexing, reaching for something just out of reach.

Hell, yes.

He swirled his tongue faster, slower, plunged it inside, feasted on her wetness. Veronica screamed, her voice ringing through the living room as pleasure rippled through her once more.

When he glanced up her shuddering body, Logan hovered on the brink of insanity. He needed more. He wanted to feel her clench around him, to possess her mouth while he pounded against her hips.

“Ima…Ima…shawdagood.” Veronica shook her head and wet her lips. “Yousari…watar.”

Logan felt a devious smile curl his lips. “That’s much better.”

“You.” She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up over the top of her. “Youshouldgivelessons.”

He laughed as he kicked off his shoes. “You want to be my star pupil? We can work something out.”

Oh, he was going to work something out, all right. As soon as he got these damn pants off.

She yanked his mouth over hers and assaulted him with a kiss that made him forget down from up and sideways from hardwood. He was dizzy. Lost. Blown to hell and back. He shuffled out of his pants, kicked them off his ankles, and situated himself between her hips.

Restraint. Show some damn restraint.

“Protection,” Logan said, as a bullet of reason lodged into his brain. That’s what humans did, right? They used protection. Werewolves couldn’t pass or receive diseases, and a female could only get pregnant when she was in heat, so there was nothing for them to worry about. But Veronica didn’t know he was a werewolf. He’d almost forgotten to play the part. “I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

Say yes, say yes.

“Be right back.” Veronica stood, yanked down her dress and ran down the hall. Her heels from the evening were still strapped on her feet, and clacked on the hardwood, echoing through the house. She seemed to stumble when she got halfway down the hall, and braced herself on the wall to kick off her shoes. Logan bit back a smile at the thought that he’d made her more than a little sex-drunk. He undressed quickly and tossed his clothes on the couch against the wall.

“Got it,” she said as she returned. Her expression fell when she saw that he was nude. “Oh my…you’re…” Her gaze devoured his chest, his abs, and fell to his cock. Her breath whooshed out on a shaky sigh. “…massive.”

“Thanks?” he said. The desire to hide himself never entered his mind. He stood in the center of the room, hands hanging at his sides, waiting for her to approach. “Is that what I’m supposed to say?”

Shaking her head, as if in disbelief, Veronica crossed the distance between them and put the foil wrapper in his hand. “Tell me again why some woman hasn’t scooped you up?”

“I’m not the marrying kind.”

“It’s a pity.”

As he put on the condom, Veronica’s hands skimmed the flexing contours of his body. Her fingers lightly trailed over each of the muscles in his abs, then glided to his pecs. His skin flared beneath her hands. Her touch was charged with something hot and intense, stirring a primal hunger inside him that tightened the skin over his bones.

“You’re overdressed for this occasion, Miss Vale.” Logan grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted, peeling it from her body. He tossed it and stared at the beauty standing before him: a black lace bra cupped two full breasts. A flat stomach with a cute little pooch below her belly button drew his attention next. She was bare below the waist. Smooth and downright edible, but he already knew that. Unable to stop himself, he ran his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands. Brushed his thumbs over the lace hiding her nipples.

She shuddered, and then blinked up at him with those innocent brown eyes that made his entire body go rock-hard.

Out of nowhere, she pinched his nipple, slapped him in the ass, and laughed.

“Funny girl, huh?” Holding on to her shoulders, Logan looped his foot behind her ankle and knocked her off-kilter. He palmed the small of her back as she fell back, then guided her softly to the floor. She was still smiling beneath him, her cheeks flushed pink. “Let’s see if I can make that smile last all night.”

All night. This was it, Logan reminded himself. One night.

Feeling his smile begin to pull into a frown, Logan situated himself between her legs and kissed her to silence his thoughts. Veronica fisted his hair in her hands and cemented his mouth to hers, making the rest of the world disappear. He pressed his hips forward, then stopped. Let the thick tip of his erection pulse at her center and slide through her wetness. He pulled back. Eased forward. Swayed away, and pushed inside, a little at a time. With each gentle thrust, air rushed out of Veronica’s lungs on throaty sighs. She stomped her feet into the hardwood and rose up in time with his longest thrust, sheathing him inside her.

They moaned in unison as their hips met. Their gazes locked. Lust and insatiable need speared through him. His bones rattled. His spine straightened with a crack. His cock swelled so tight, he cried out.

He drove into Veronica again and again, sliding her back and forth along the floor. She moved in time with his thrusts, her body a perfect fit, a warm, sensual mold that seemed to be made for him. He couldn’t catch his breath. Couldn’t see straight. Her supple lips blinded him. Her creamy skin drugged him. Her thighs wrapped around him, cradling him in an exotic embrace. He couldn’t hear anything but Veronica’s ragged breathing and the drumming of his heart.

“Logan, holy heaven, you’re going to drive me…” She screamed as her core convulsed over his shaft, squeezing and releasing in erotic little pulses.

His release was there…right there. Painfully close. His balls seized. Air froze in his lungs.

The urge to claim Veronica as his Luminary and life mate decked him across the face. The human part of him wanted to release the tension balling at the base of his spine, but the werewolf part wanted to bond with Veronica and seal their fates together for the next thousand years.

He stilled. Forced the werewolf part of him to cool it.

“What’s the matter?” Veronica’s body rocked in an undulating rhythm beneath him. “Logan?”

He’d never felt the blistering sensation before—the uncontrollable urge to bond with someone—but he knew that was the feeling he’d just experienced. He felt leveled. Flattened. As though everything he had was about to be given to the woman beneath him.

A human woman.

He unsheathed himself from her center and rolled onto the hardwood so that they were lying side by side. He was wet. Covered in his sweat and her scent. The taste of her was still on his tongue. And he had a serious case of blue balls.

Veronica rolled over and propped herself on her elbow. “What is it? What’s the matter?”

You. He put his arms behind his head, craned his neck around, and looked at her. Really looked at her. She was gorgeous, there was no doubting it. And from what he’d gathered from following her around the last couple weeks, she was smart, too. But was his wolf form nuts? Bonding for life? With a human? This so wasn’t in the cards for him. This wasn’t happening.

He didn’t want anything long-term, and the werewolf act of bonding was about as long-term as you could get. Not only did the act bond a wolf to his mate, it lengthened both their lives to about a thousand years. A thousand years with one person? Nothing against Veronica, but he hadn’t planned on spending that amount of time with anyone.

He wished the feeling had struck him when they first touched, rather than now, when they were naked and lying on her living room floor. It would’ve been easier to stay the hell away from her. Luminary bonds revealed themselves differently depending on the position of the werewolf in his or her pack. For Alphas and other top-ranking positions, the spark of bonding appeared at first touch. For others, it took more time or closeness with the fated mate for the awareness to set in.

Damn fine timing.

Logan couldn’t breathe. Stifled. Damn. He was going to have to chew off a limb to get out of this mess. How could he bolt without hurting her?

“Nothing,” Logan said, getting off the floor. “I just remembered…” Problem number five million and one: my fated mate loathes werewolves. Fucking peachy. “…I have an early start tomorrow.”