Chapter 8: Burn
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Logan
My c**k was so f*****g hard.
I sucked in a breath, releasing her hands in my grip as I bent low and swooped her up into my arms.
She nuzzled deeper against me, with a weary moan that went straight to my c**k.
Who was I kidding?
I had it f*****g bad for Delia.
I carried her out of the bar, ignoring the bartender whose shouts about Delia's tab was annoying as hell.
The f*****g prick had been touching up on Delia before I got there.
If he'd tried anything else before I arrived…
I tried to calm down, holding her even closer to me. She felt so good in my arms.
And what felt even better was the silence. I could hear myself breath, hear myself think, and swallow breaths of fresh f*****g air.
There were no wraiths.
I got to my car parked on the other side of the street, and Joe opened the door to the back seat.
I dropped into the leather, holding Delia against me still. I turned to Joe. "Go pay the bastard barman for Delia's drinks. Add a couple of extra bucks for him. For…the damages."
He nodded and walked off after shutting the door.
I put the divider up, shutting us away from the front seat and the driver.
My eyes fell to Delia. She had her eyes open, staring at me. She struggled out of my arms, going to sit beside me.
I felt more than a little empty and angry when she slid off my lap. "Why were you in a f*****g bar, Delia?"
She wiped at her face with both hands and I wondered how as drunk as she was, she still struck me as beautiful.
The bruising on her face pissed me off even more. I should have stopped Carter.
Her hands dropped and she glared at me through blue eyes filled with tears. "You left me. You want Dennis and not me."
She swallowed hard as I held my hand up next to her face. I was so close to just brushing my fingers along her jaw, but I let it drop and shifted away from her.
All the blood in my body was pooled in my c**k now, but I forced myself to take a breath and put distance between us.
"I've denounced our mating, Delia. Dennis is going to be my mate come morning."
Her face turned sour as the tears fell and I watched her as my mood grew dangerously darker.
I wanted to reassure her, even though I had no reason to, and no idea what to say.
I'd already denounced our mating.
I was going to mate Dennis when morning came.
"Delia—"
"No. Don't say anything. You're only going to say you want Dennis and that's going to break my heart even more."
"Delia—"
"Why don't you want me? I love you. I've been in love with you since forever. I'm going to be better for you than my sister. She's not even going to be faithful to you." She sobbed out, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush.
The door shut to the drivers seat, letting me know Joe was back. The car started moving.
I reached out, detesting the space between us. I pulled her flush against me, her soft breasts pressed to my chest.
I went hard just being close to her. Having her body touch anywhere on me was sweet torture.
I f*****g wanted her.
I looked down and her lips were right there, plump, ripe for the taking.
She licked her lips and that little peek of her pink tongue did me in.
I leaned forward and her lips parted, the need to taste her was unbearable, and so I availed myself even though I knew I shouldn't.
I took her lips and devoured her. My tongue tangled with hers, seeking dominance as I pushed against her.
She leaned into me harder and I grabbed her, pulling her into my lap. I swallowed her gasp of surprise, keeping us locked together.
She wiggled, trying to get comfortable, and my already hard c**k became painfully harder. I pressed into her soft ass and a tortured groan left my lips.
My hand slid up her thigh, undoing the drawstrings of her sweatpants and pulling them down, and then swiftly ridding her of it while she wiggled up, helping me slide it off.
She sat back down in my lap, and I nudged her thighs open with my forearm.
"Logan," she breathed in my ear, her arms going around my neck.
"Yes, Delia." I whispered in her ear as she wiggled desperately.
"Touch me. Please."
I chuckled, moving my hand closer and closer where I knew she wanted it. Taking my sweet time. I could hold off on my pleasure, to torture her, make her feel a little of what she was putting me through.
She spread open for me and I pushed her panties to one side, feeling how wet she was.
"You're soaking wet, Delia." I said, running my thumb over her c**t in a feathery light touch.
She moaned, her hips pushing up against my hand.
"You're going to sit very still if you really want my hands on you, Delia." I brushed her hair back behind her ears, pressing a kiss to her neck. "You'll sit still, won't you?"
I felt her nod against my chest. I reached up again, my thumb stroking back and forth over her c**t.
Her moans spurred me on, the sounds a wholly different pleasure of it's own.
My right hand went to her nape, gripping her hair in a gentle hold as I pushed a finger into her dripping wetness.
She gasped, letting out a long drawn out moan that has my c**k dripping in my slacks. Her hands gripped my shirt and her nails dug into my chest, marking me good.
I pushed in a second finger and she trembled in my hold, her moans becoming more desperate and needy.
I drank her in, feeling her tighten around my fingers as her o****m shook her.
Her hold on me tightened even more and I watched her face, lost in the haze of her own passion as she came around my fingers, her juice dripping wet on me.
I looked at her as she came down from her high and her eyes hooked on mine.
Her eyes slid shut as she sank against me, and I released my hold on her hair, running my fingers through the threads of her hair as I listened to her heartbeat slow down.
A knock on the car window had me dragging my eyes away from Delia's well kissed lips to the window.
We'd stopped and I hadn't even realized it.
Fuck
She snuggled closer to me and I held her and prepared to climb out of the car, my hard on still pressed against her ass.
I'd f*****g lied to myself and to Neil.
Mating with Dennis was the only way to break the curse and keep me alive.
But I had to have Delia too.
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