Logan's Choice (Dark Hollow Wolf Pack 3)

“Those spankings in the bedroom. You’re not taking those away. ”

Marco threw back his head and laughed. “God, Nicky, you can always surprise me. Okay, sweetheart, I’ll see what I can do. ” He took Nicky in his arms and hauled him over to sit in his naked lap. “I love you, Nicky, since the first minute I saw you. ”

Nicky settled himself over Marco’s rock hard cock. “The first time I saw you, I did this. ” He leaned over and licked Marco’s chest, making him draw in a quick breath. “And a little of this. ” He suckedon Marco’s nipple. “But most of all…” Sliding off his lap, he bent over Marco’s huge, rigid erection. “Iwanted to do this. ” He licked at the head of Marco’s dripping cock and enveloped the shaft in his mouth, taking it right to the back of his throat. He pulled his tongue back up to the head and swirled a kisson the top. “So lie back, handsome, and let me show you who’s really boss. ”

Ian carried Logan straight through the falls and into the cave. He stripped his pants down to his knees without a word, pushed him to his back on the floor of the cave, and fell on him. Kissing him and ramming his tongue down his throat, he gagged Logan, backed off when Logan’s throat contracted, but still cut off his air. He let him take a quick breath only to thrust his tongue back, all the while grinding his huge, hardcock against Logan’s instantly rising erection. When Logan almost passed out from lack of oxygen, Ian finally raised his head and looked down into Logan’s stunned eyes.

“You’re mine, damn you! I can’t make it without you! Understand?You’re not going to leave me, Logan. You can’t!”

Logan tried to speak normally, but it came out a ragged whisper. Ian was so frantic and desperate he scared him a little. “Yes, yes, I’m yours. I understand. ”

Growling, Ian leftthe pants bunched around Logan’s knees and folded his legs up to his shoulders, lifting his ass in the air. He swiped precum from Logan’s cock, added his own, and smeared Logan’s hole, ramming inside, not giving Logan time to adjust to the force of his invasion. Logan couldn’t have fought him off if he wanted to. His hands were still tied, held over his head with one of Ian’s hands, and the pants around his knees proved as effective as rope. All Logan could do was wiggle, not to get away but to ease the pressure and spread his lower legs as far as he could to allow Ian’s body closer. Logan wanted Ian inside of him more than anything in the world, but at his choked back cry of pain, Ian froze a moment.

Ian let Logan settle, his body and voice trembling. “I’m sorry, baby. ”

He gentled his movements, stroking instead of pounding like a pile driver and reached Logan’s prostate with every stroke. Logan soon purred under him like a kitten.

“That’s right, baby. You like that,don’t you?” His large hand enveloped Logan’s cock. “That’s mine too. All mine. I hope you like it a lot, darlin’, ’cause you’ll be getting it every night. Scream my name, baby. Tell me who you love. ” He stroked against Logan’s prostate again. “Who, baby? Who do you love?”

“Ian!”

“That’s right. Scream it again!”

Ian made him scream out again and again until Logan’s throat was raw. Matching the squeezing pulls of his hand to the strokes of his cock, Ian drove Logan out of his mind. On the bridge of climax, Ian’s hand slipped to squeeze the base of Logan’s cock.

“Ian, please. ”

Ian bit his wrist andthrust it into Logan’s mouth.

“Feed from me, little one. I won’t let you come until I fill you full of my blood. I can’t lose you again. ”

After what seemed like hours of teasing, his cock pulsing like thunder for release, Ian finally pulled his wrist away. He pulled free,ignoring Logan’s cry of dismay, bent down, and whispered in Logan’s ear as he rolled him to his stomach, pulled his ass up, and pushed his knees under him. “Time for the gland again, to remind you who you belong to. ”

Logan moaned, his knees moving in reflex to crawl away, remembering the pain of that knot pushing into him. The next thought was of the incredible orgasms that followed. His first efforts at escape stilled and Ian laughed, using one arm around his hips to pull him back hard, impaling him again on his cock, the knot pressing for entrance. Both arms around Logan’s hips, Ian groun

d against him, working the knot in. Logan pushed back and out, clenching his hands in fists in the dirt and biting his lip. The knot slipped through, still the size of a baseball, but he’d been broken in enough that it was easier to take it in than it had been the first time. The pressure hit his prostate, and Logan cried out in pure ecstasy. He screamed when Ian bit his neck. No fangs pieced his flesh, but the sensation was the same, intensified pleasure. Logan climaxed, unable to hold back a second longer. He pumped his seed onto the floor of the cave and Ian came, filling him full of his cum, spreading him full of warmth, and triggering another climax. Three or four climaxes later, Logan lost count going in and out, as they continued to rack his body until pure exhaustion put him out for good.

He woke with his head inIan’s lap. The last coherent memory he had was the huge gland, stretching him until he thought he would rip apart and the incredible pleasure afterward, one climax following another until he thought he’d go mad. He was naked, no surprise, and had a blanket covering him. His hands were still tied, which confused him a little, but he didn’t question. Ian rested his back against the wall of the cave, idly stroking Logan’s cock.

Logan struggled to sit up, and Ian pushed him back down.

“Lie still. I’m not through with you yet. For the rest of your thirtyday sentence you’ll stay naked and mostly inmy lap when I’m home. If I’m gone, I’ll tie you to the bed. Marco can do what he wants with Nicky, but I’m not going to risk losing you again. ”

“No, no,” he insisted, slurring his words with sleep. “I have to talk to you. I have to tell you—”

“Hush. Go back to sleep. I don’t want to hear any more out of you. I’m still angry over your running away from me and asking for asylum. Asylum!” His tone was bitter and disgusted. “When that son-of-abitch hit you with his gun, I thought I’d lose my mind. I could barely keep it together to get rid of the three we lured away. I don’t want to ever feel like that again. ”

Logan tried to turn his head away, but he was too drowsy. Ian had overfed him, and the blood had a sedating effect, especially after the energy-stealing round with the knot. His eyes closed, and he sank back into sleep. He was exactly where he wanted to be, with Ian, held close to his heart, even with his hands tied. They could talk about the rest later, after Ian had calmed down. Logan had never seen him in such a state.

He didn’t awake until morning, and Ian must have regained a little of his temper. Logan was still naked, but not tied, and Ian cooked over a fire, no doubt making use of Dawson’s rations. Some time while he slept, Ian had retrieved the clothes he’d shed before changing into his killing wolf. He was dressed, but made sure Logan wasn’t. Remembering Ian saying something about being naked for thirty days, Logan got up and walked with some difficulty to the fire, wondering how he could calm Ian down enough to see reason. His ass was so sore he could barely move without flinching. He padded over to where Ian crouched, heating up some kind of stew. Ian looked up and smiled sweetly at him, the sight of him and the smile cutting right to Logan’s heart.

“Morning, baby. I love you. I figured I better mention that right away after the way I treated you last night. Do you forgive me?”

Logan regarded him with surprise. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “I forgive you. I love you too. ”

Ian smiled, but the smile didn’t quite reach the sad look in his eyes even as he teased. “Having a little trouble walking there?Want Daddy to kiss it and make it better?”

“Um, very funny. Maybe later. ”