Fate Undone (The Mythean Arcana Series Book 5) Page 20

  “Escaping Asgard was just smart. When they were all against you, you didn’t stand a chance.”

  “That’s what I told myself.” Was she defending him?

  “Now, instead of hiding from fate, you fight it. As you did when we were back in Asgard.”

  “I like the fight. Running from who I am never did me any good. And I have no choice, now. I was able to hide for centuries as Logan because nothing was coming to get me that I couldn’t fight when it arrived. But this prison… I have to stop it before it ever really starts. We won’t stand a chance once it is complete.”

  She nodded. “Did you like your new identity?”

  “It does the job. Do you like yours?”

  “I do. I’m in control now. I don’t want anything that I can’t get myself. I like that.”

  “I like you,” he said.

  She ignored that and asked, “Where will you go when this is all over?” She immediately turned her attention to the board.

  “Nowhere. I’m staying wherever you are.”

  Her hand stilled and she glanced up. “You’re serious about me, aren’t you?”

  “Deadly.”

  “But what will you do once this is all over? Keep your new identity? Return to your old?”

  “What do you think I should do? Which face do you prefer?”

  “Your original one. I missed it.” She looked like she didn’t want to admit it but couldn’t help it. “I missed you. A lot.”

  She made him happy. It was the oddest feeling, like light filling his soul, and was almost wholly unfamiliar except that it harkened back to their time in Asgard. It was exactly what he’d been seeking when he’d decided to come for her again.

  “I’ll see to it that you never have to miss me again,” he said. He’d completely forgotten about the board game. “Just promise me you’ll be careful tomorrow.” Fear for her struck him hard. To be so close to having her again, but to lose her? He couldn’t bear it.

  He pushed the table aside and pulled her up to stand before him. He couldn’t just sit here and pretend that everything was normal, that he didn’t want to touch her more than he could breathe.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  The worry and desire in Logan’s gaze hit Sylvi in the chest. He cared for her. Truly and genuinely. Whatever he’d done in the past, he’d never stopped caring for her.

  And she’d never stopped caring for him.

  “Be with me,” he said. “Tonight.”

  She had no idea if they’d survive tomorrow, and if they did, what would become of them. She was still afraid of him breaking her heart—and she hadn’t forgiven him—but tonight, she wanted to be close to him.

  “Sylvi,” he rasped. His big hand came up to cup her cheek. He bent his head until his lips hovered over hers, a wordless question.

  Oh, how she wanted him. She wanted that glorious heat one more time, to know what he felt like inside her. She wanted to be close to him again—like they had been once. Being with him made her heart feel so full it might burst.

  This was their last chance and their future was already going to hurt. It had hurt in the past and it would likely hurt in the future as well. What was a bit more?

  He didn’t wait for her response, but instead pressed his lips to hers.

  She moaned softly at the taste of him, the perfection of his lips against hers.

  The hand around the back of her neck tightened and pulled her closer. His other hand pressed to the small of her back and yanked her toward him. A groan rumbled up from his throat.

  He was hot and hard against her and she couldn’t get enough. His erection pressed into her belly as his lips parted hers. Pleasure burst in her as his tongue slipped between her lips.

  “So damn sweet,” he muttered against her. His hands ran up her sides, his thumbs brushing over her breasts. “Want you so damned bad.”

  Tension and need coiled within her, denied for ages. They’d both wanted this for so long. She’d thought of it hundreds of times since she’d parted from him, wondering what could have been. Now she could have it. Have him.

  His big hands ran down to her hips and his lips left hers. Aching loss filled her until he dropped to his knees in front of her and pressed his forehead to her ribs. She gasped.

  His hot breath feathered across the strip of skin bared by the gap between the hem of her shirt and the top of her jeans.

  “Let me,” he said, his voice and posture that of supplication.

  Her knees weakened and his hands gripped her hips harder, supporting her as her legs threatened to go out. She reached down to run her hands through his hair.

  Could she make love to him? Not because she needed it for her magic, but because she wanted it?

  His lips brushed across the sensitive skin of her lower belly and need clutched at her. Her sex throbbed for him, aching and empty.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He surged to his feet and reached for her face, drawing her toward him until he could crush his mouth to hers. There was such ferocious need in him that she could taste it.

  He drew her shirt over her head and unclasped the bra that bound her breasts. He cupped a breast in each large hand and she shivered.

  “You’re cold,” he said before directing a hand at the fireplace behind her. It flared to life, shining golden light on his achingly handsome face and warming her back.

  “That’s not why I shivered,” she said.

  A devastating grin swept across his face. “I’ll make you shiver some more.”

  Within seconds, he had her big wingback chair pulled up in front of the fire and her standing before it.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Need roared through Logan as he struggled with the tiny buttons at the top of Sylvi’s pants. He’d begged for this—so, so willingly—and she’d granted him his wish. As much as he wanted to tear her jeans off and bend her over the chair to thrust his achingly hard cock into her softness, he wanted to make her lose her mind far more.

  And he wanted to taste her. He wanted her sweetness on his tongue and her pussy clenching around his fingers. Finally, the last cursed button popped free and he pushed her trousers to her knees, taking her panties along with them.

  Her hands gripped his shoulders to steady herself as he helped her out of the tangled fabric and onto the chair he’d pulled in front of the fire. She reclined, golden light flickering across her skin. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her lips parted on heavy breaths.

  “I’ve wanted you so damned badly.” He leaned over her and took her mouth with his.

  Her lips parted easily, her tongue darting out to welcome him. It reminded him of the feeling of her mouth on his shaft, hot and wet. His cock punched against the fly of his pants and he groaned.

  Desperate for a distraction that would let him hold onto his control, he dragged his mouth from her lips to the smooth skin of her neck. She shivered as he laved the sensitive skin with his tongue.

  He wanted her so damn badly and her responses only made it harder to focus. Her hands tugged at his shirt and he leaned up to oblige. He whipped the fabric over his head, but when she reached for the fly of his jeans, he nudged her hands away.

  “Later,” he said. “Right now, they’re the only thing between me and spilling all over your floor.”

  The grin that spread across her face lit her up like the sun.

  “You’re so damned beautiful,” he said.

  She reached for him and he went to her gratefully, gripping her sides and pressing his lips to hers. Her lips were soft and sweet, but he had another destination in mind.

  He moved down her body, brushing his face against her breasts. Only once she started panting and pulling at his hair did he turn his head so that he could take one nipple between his lips. He licked, then bit.

  She arched and cried out, a short desperate sound that tugged a groan from his throat. He paid the same homage to her other breast, then moved his mouth south over the smooth skin of her stomach.


  When he reached the golden curls at the apex of her thighs, he nuzzled, inhaling deeply of her scent.

  “You smell so damned good,” he muttered against her.

  She giggled, a lovely sound. He grinned and gripped her hips, dragging her ass until it reached the edge of the chair.

  “Been wanting to do this so damn bad,” he said before he buried his face between her thighs.

  She jerked upward and cried out at the first swipe of his tongue between her silky folds. The wholly unique taste of her sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He looked up to see her leaning against the back of the chair and staring down at him, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

  “You like to watch?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Then watch.”

  He looked down at the gleaming pink flesh between her thighs. She was wet and ready for him already, her pussy the most mouthwatering sight he’d ever seen. He wanted to do this every day. Twice a day.

  One at a time, he lifted her thighs over his shoulders, then gripped her ass in his hands and parted her with his thumbs.

  A groan tore from his throat at the sight of her, open and ready for him. He lowered his head, swiping his tongue from the entrance of her sex to the bundle of nerves at the apex. Her thighs tightened around his head and he set about stroking her, loving every inch of her flesh and savoring the feel of her.

  Her hands speared into his hair and she cried out when he sucked her into his mouth.

  Desperate to feel her around him, he pushed a finger inside her tight sheath. Her hips jerked and he added another, curling them up to press against her G-spot.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged.

  He worked her with his fingers, thrusting gently but firmly. She was deliciously tight and slick around him and it took everything he had not to spill in his jeans.

  He licked and sucked, tasting every inch and committing her to memory. Soon, her thighs were trembling around his head and her pussy clenching against his fingers. Her back arched off the chair and the wail that escaped her throat made his cock throb unbearably.

  When she finally collapsed back into the chair, he lifted his head and pressed kisses to the tops of her thighs. He glanced up to see her gazing down at him, her cheeks flushed and her hair a riotous tangle around her.

  Sylvi reached down and pulled at Logan’s shoulders. He looked up at her, his lips and chin wet, and the heat in his eyes made her shiver.

  Her nerve endings sang with need for him. She wanted him so badly she ached with it. More than she’d ever wanted anything, she wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her and filling her and driving away this aching need until she exploded in pleasure.

  She tugged on his shoulders again, but he dipped his head between her legs. His thick fingers pushed into her as his tongue stroked her clitoris. The pleasure hit her hard again, coiling out from her core and suffusing her entire body.

  He’d pushed her to the edge of a cliff and all it took to throw her over again was the feel of him and the sight of his big body bent between her legs, his head buried between her thighs.

  The second orgasm hit her hard, aggressive waves of pleasure that made her thighs shake and her hips move uncontrollably under his mouth. He gripped her hips with one hand so that she couldn’t buck him off and brought her to a third peak.

  It tore her apart and put her back together again, until she was a shaking, sweaty mess making a giant wet spot on the chair beneath her.

  “Stop!” she finally managed to cry once the orgasm faded enough to give her the power of speech.

  He raised his head, his lips shiny wet with her. Before he could lean back down between her thighs as he seemed likely to do, she pushed herself off the chair and tumbled onto him in an ungraceful pile.

  His strong arms came around her and he laughed as he fell back onto his ass.

  “What’s this?” he asked.

  The mirth in his eyes faded to heat when her hands ran down his stomach toward the pulsing shaft that pressed against her. It was long and thick and she wanted to touch it so badly that her fingertips itched.

  “I want you. Not just your mouth. You.” Ravenous, she crowded close to him and kissed him.

  She wanted to feel him beneath her, wanted to make him shudder with pleasure and watch it cloud his eyes until his back arched and his hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave little fingerprint bruises.

  She wanted everything she’d almost had with him the other day, but more. So much more. She wanted everything they’d lost. She wanted the time back.

  She couldn’t have that, but she could have this. Though she was weak and nearly boneless from her pleasure, she managed to push him onto his back and get her hands on the fly of his jeans.

  “Fates, Sylvi,” he groaned. His big hands came down on her thighs and she glanced up from her fumbling to see the tight muscles of his chest and abs. His gaze burned into hers, hot and yearning.

  Determined, she yanked his jeans down and off, trembling as she did so. He deserved a blow job for all his hard work, but she didn’t have the patience. She wanted him inside her. Now.

  And, from the lustful sounds he’d made as he’d gone down on her, he hadn’t been doing it to get anything in return.

  She turned and crawled from her position at his feet. His cock bobbed several inches above his abs, veined and thick, a drop of pearlescent fluid gleaming at the crown.

  Damn. She needed a condom. Disease couldn’t harm immortals, but pregnancy was a concern.

  “Be right back.” She looked longingly at him, spread out before her, heavily muscled and so beautiful it made her ache, then stumbled to her feet and ran on unsteady legs to her bedroom. She ached with want and denied need as she fumbled through her bedside drawer for a box of condoms.

  There! She grabbed the little box and raced back to the room to fall to her knees next to him. It took an agonizing second to check the expiration date. Tears of gratitude nearly sprang to her eyes when the date said that she was in the clear. It’d been so long that she’d been genuinely afraid they were expired.

  Logan’s big hand came to rest on her hip and she shivered. She glanced up at him to see him leaning on one elbow and looking at her.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tight with need. His face was strained, every muscle bulging with tension, and his cock looked so hard it could break rocks, but she appreciated the concern.

  She wanted him—for now, forever—so badly that she couldn’t think straight.

  “Perfect.” She pushed his shoulders until he lay back. Firelight gleamed over the contours of his muscles as she climbed on top of him and straddled his heavy thighs.

  Her hands trembled as she tore the condom packet open and slipped the little bit of latex free. A sigh of pleasure escaped her as she gripped his thick shaft in her hand and raised it to slip the condom on.

  Unable to help herself, she leaned down and took the head in her mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh. Logan’s hips jerked and his hands fisted right over the rigid muscles of his stomach, as if he wanted to reach for her head but dared not.

  The salty slickness coated her tongue and sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She raised herself with trembling muscles and tried to work the condom over his thick shaft. He was huge, but it would fit. She just couldn’t get her hands to work correctly.

  His big hands reached down took the little piece of latex from her. She watched, a gnawing desire within her, as he quickly rolled the condom down his shaft. Firelight flickered over his big fingers and the shaft that pulsed with need.

  She whimpered her gratitude when it was in place and she climbed on top of him, shivering when his big hands gripped her hips.

  “Look at me,” he rasped.

  She glanced up from the straining muscles of his chest to meet his dark eyes. Desire and need and love were all mixed up on his beautiful face.

  The thought of what they could lose tomorrow sent a spike of pain through he
r heart. They’d spent so long apart and they’d almost found their way back to each other. To have that threatened? It made her heart ache.

  Out of self-preservation, she glanced away, then reached down between her legs and gripped his shaft.

  She brought it to the hungry, aching place between her legs and shifted until she felt the press of the broad head against her entrance. Bone-deep desire made her tremble as she pushed herself down on his thick shaft.

  His fingers bit into her hips as a harsh shout broke from his throat. Unable to help herself, she glanced at him. His head was thrown back, his eyes clenched shut.

  He took her breath away. As long as he wasn’t making eye contact with her, she could gaze upon him without her heart breaking. She drew a shuddering breath as she pushed herself farther down on his cock. A shudder racked her when he was fully seated inside her.

  “So damn perfect.” His voice was sandpaper rough.

  He began to thrust, his angle such that the head of his cock rubbed against her G-spot. The beginning of an orgasm coiled low in her belly.

  She did her best to straighten so that she could ride him, but the pleasure that thundered through her stole the strength and coordination from her muscles.

  Just as she was about to collapse on top of him, he reached up and supported her, rolling her onto her back. He loomed above her, his muscles bunching and gleaming in the light of the fire, his shaft still buried deep within her.

  A full-body shudder racked her when he gripped her hips and thrust into her. The slide of his shaft in and out of her pussy made her thighs clench around his hips as an orgasm coiled within her.

  When he moved a hand and circled his thumb around her clitoris, pleasure exploded within her, tearing a cry from her throat. She clenched around him, her pussy grasping for him. It rolled on and on as stars burst behind her eyelids.

  Finally, with the aftershocks still racking her, she opened her eyes to see Logan with his head thrown back and his muscles straining. His hips lost their graceful motion as the orgasm overtook him. A harsh cry tore from his throat as he shuddered above her, his cock pounding into her while her muscles clenched around him again.