Note:This Chapter contains matured content and it is rated 18+
★★★★Logan's House★★★★
Anna and Logan sat by the crackling fireplace in the cozy living room of their home, nestled deep within the sprawling mansion walls. The warm glow of the fire cast dancing shadows across the room, bathing everything in a soft, golden light.
Outside, the winter wind howled fiercely, but inside, all was calm and peaceful. Anna wrapped herself in a soft blanket, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the fire. Logan sat beside her, his arm draped protectively around her shoulders as they watched the flames flicker and dance.
The room was filled with the comforting scent of pine and cedar, mingled with the faint aroma of spiced cider simmering on the stove. A soft melody played in the background, the gentle notes of a piano adding to the tranquil atmosphere.
Anna leaned her head against Logan's shoulder, a contented smile gracing her lips. She felt a sense of peace wash over her as she basked in the warmth of their home, grateful for the safety and security it provided.
Logan pressed a kiss to the top of Anna's head, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Are you warm enough?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.
Anna nodded, her eyes sparkling with affection as she gazed up at him. "I'm perfect," she replied, her voice filled with love.
I know we need to talk about things, lots of things," he chokes, "but I just-"
He shook his head.
"I am your mate. It's my duty to guide you. My wolf wouldn't allow anybody else near you while you are this vulnerable, not even a woman.
I have also yet to claim you as mine to make you definitely a part of me.
"Claim me? What is that supposed to mean?"
He threw a meaningful glance at the bed and I immediately understood.
"You … you want me to have sex with you?" I answered my own question. I realized just then that I was wearing a long white nightgown, which could only mean one thing: He had dressed me up for this occasion.
"It's for your own good," Logan tried to soothe me. "Only then you'll be safe in the pack. It'll also be much easier to protect you that way."
He came a step closer and I immediately took a step back, instinctively holding up my hands in defense.
"I won't force you, Anna. I will never hurt you again, I promise. I am not a monster." Logan gently placed a hand on the side of her head.
He grabs her face, pulls her head down, and devours her.
He kissed her for the first time on her lips and he was so much better at it than she.
I'm so sorry." Logan apologize.
I don't know why I am having this sudden urge to kiss you. I can't explain why. I have no excuses. At all, don't worry. It was a mistake, and I promise it won't happen again-"
This kiss could not be mistaken for an accidental collision mouth. Oh, no. He kissed with purpose. His lips had ideas. His tongue had plans.
She closed her eyes tightly and melted against him, flattening her hands on his muscled arms. He brushed his lips to hers in a series of chaste, yet masterful kisses. He swept a hand up her waist and into her hair, where he twisted and gathered the tangled locks in his fist.
"Then he tugged sharply, tipping her face to his and sending electric sensation over her every nerve."
When her mouth fell open in a gasp, he reclaimed her lips, sweeping his tongue in between them. Her first instinct was to shy away, but nature fought against it.
She reached higher, lacing her arms around his neck and holding him tight.
His tongue stroked hers, slow and insistent. He tasted of soot and salt and... and of apples, strangely. Tart, smoky, just a hint of sweet.
A lush, decadent pleasure unwound within her, snaking through her veins- as though it had lain coiled in anticipation for years. Waiting on this moment.
Waiting on this man.
Her hands moved to his chest, sliding over his pecs and the ripple of abs beneath his shirt. Logan was perfect but the werewolf was real, He hissed out a breath when her fingers grazed the top of his belt, his infamous self-control giving way to her curious hands.
"What are we doing?" she murmured as he drew her earlobe into his mouth, his sixth sense shadow rough against her sensitive skin.
"I don't know, but don't stop."
"No chance of that." He shifted against her, his arousal as evident from his ragged breaths as the growing hardness pressed against her hips.
When he thrust a thick thigh between her legs, she rocked against him, reckless and wanton in her need for release. She was dying, burning, her body on fire. She'd never felt anything like the toxic combination of anger and lust that pounded through her veins. It made her head spin and drove logic away.
Anna arched her back, subconsciously pushing more of the naked tit into Logan's warm, wet mouth.
Anna had begun panting and squealing at the unwanted feelings coursing through her body.
Her molested tits had begun to burn with excitement, as Logan continued to suck and lick them, Making her tits glisten with warm saliva in the cool moonlight.
And then suddenly he stops his attack on her vulnerable tits and raised its head to meet her gaze as it then plunged its long tongue into her mouth. Logan's tongue had darted past her full, red lips, filling her warm, wet mouth, his tongue was so large it was almost like a cock and it had filled her mouth as her full, red lips were pulled tight around it.
He then began to plunge his tongue again and again into Anna's mouth. With one of his furred hands, he put it in between her stocking-clad thighs, passing the smooth material to her wet cunt. Her panties had soaked with her juices and she had grunted and thrust her hips up to meet his thick fingers.
She had begun screaming "No" again and again in her mind while her body had responded to his hard groping. Her nipples ached with need, her breasts burned with desire as she began humping against his hand.
She had begun grunting and moaning, the sounds escaped from her mouth and vibrated around Logan's invading and plunging tongue. The sounds slowly became a mix of despair and lust.
He then slipped his hand inside of Anna's black panties, his fingers scraped against her wet, swollen lips and hard clit.
She had tried to scream around his thrusting tongue as she pressed her hips against his hands and came.
She had stared into his blue eyes, past the tongue probing into her mouth as her pussy juices soaked into his fur. Her body had gone limp as logan pulled out his tongue from her mouth. He licked the side of her face and down into the cleavage of her naked chest.
As Anna relaxed her bare body on the edge of the bed, Logan quickly pulled down her skirt and panties and had exposing her wet and swollen pussy.
She could only stare in lust and despair as he stared back at her body with hunger: her long, dark, and messed hair; full, wet lips; large, heaving, and saliva-slick breasts; and wet, dripping pussy. She had become nearly naked to Logan's gaze, clad only in her dark, seamed stockings and "fuck-me hard". She groaned in the back of her throat as Logan positioned his cock at the entrance of her vulnerable cunt. She was shocked at the size of his cock.
The angry red slab of meat had looked about the size of her forearm and the head had been nearly the size of her fist. She began to scream as he had begun to penetrate her. "He was careful so as not to hurt her in the process" He paused for a while so she could adjust to the size of his cock. But she smiled at him giving him the go-ahead to do whatever he likes with her body.
With a low grunt in the back of their throat, he slowly entered Anna and she continued to scream as his cock slowly violated her.
First, his cock head penetrated her, sliding past her swollen lips as it slowly filled her cunt. She had gasped and held her breath as he continued to enter her, her pussy squeezed down hard on the impossibly huge, raping cock. She had felt every hard inch of the cock as it slid deep into her, it filled her as it slid past the wet walls of her tight pussy. He had seemed to take forever before he was finally buried inside of his victim. His large, hairy balls had finally come to rest against her compacted ass-cheeks. She had held her breath as he leaned over her body and ran his tongue over her impressive chest.
Anna finally gasped aloud as he had begun molesting her chest and had begun to grind against her groin and clit.
He started slowly pulling out of her cunt, spilling her juices down between her ass-cheeks and forming a puddle on the ground. When he had nearly pulled completely out of her, he quickly thrust back into her and caused her to scream out loud.
Logan had quickly begun to thrust in and out of Anna, entering in and out of her. With every thrust, he had ground against her clit, causing her to grunt and moan in unwanted pleasure as she began to enjoy it more and more.
Anna's large breasts and erect nipples had felt like they were burning as his long, wet tongue molested the fleshy orbs. She wrapped her arms and stocking-encased legs around her werewolf assailant, thrusting her hips up to meet the invading cock and trying to cram as much of the hot meat into her drooling cunt as she could. She had felt as if she were trying to ride a bucking bronco upside down as she thrust herself again and again up onto his cock. She would grind her groin against him with every thrust as he fucked himself into her again and again.
Anna had felt the pressure build in her again as she approached another orgasm, her legs squeezed themselves around his ass as he plunged into her greedy pussy. She threw her head to one side as she began to scream with pleasure. she wriggled her self on the bed as he come inside of her.
Logan and Anna lay on the bed as they pant heavily.