Fated Hearts (Echoes of Darkness Prequel)

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Logan

I say my goodbyes to Emily and my mother before closing the front door of my house and making my way to the stairs. We had a quiet dinner at my place to celebrate mine and Emily’s birthday. Kaiden, Malik, and Dominic were here as well. They left earlier, and my mother and Emily stayed to help clean up. The big party will take place tomorrow, where the whole pack will be present.

Entering the bedroom, I almost trip on my own legs like an idiot. But my jaw still practically hits the floor when my eyes take in the image before me. The room is illuminated only by candles scattered all around, their flickering light bathing Ava in a soft glow. She’s wearing the sexiest contraption I have ever seen, a fiery red lace bodysuit that leaves nothing to the imagination. All my blood travels straight to my dick, and I’m instantly rock hard.

“Happy birthday,” Ava purrs and saunters toward me with feline purpose.

“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath shakily. “Are you trying to kill me, baby? Because I’m certain I’m having a heart attack.”

Ava laughs huskily, but before I can grab her and devour her like I want, she sinks to her knees in front of me and unbuckles my belt. She lowers the zipper slowly as her teeth sink into her lower lip. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m feeling like the luckiest bastard alive at this moment. She hooks her fingers into my boxers and lowers them alongside my jeans. My cock juts out, and she looks up, her eyes smoldering as our gazes lock. Topaz green fire singes my skin with flames of desire.

She licks her lips like she can’t wait to taste me and wraps her right hand around my base, pumping once, twice before she takes me into her mouth to the back of her throat. Intense pleasure seizes my lungs as my blood drums in my ears, a staccato rhythm that incinerates me from the inside out. For a few seconds, I forget how to breathe entirely. God, this woman. She hollows her cheeks, and her eyes don’t leave mine as she starts bobbing her head while her wicked tongue licks at the underside of my cock in a way that makes my vision blurry.

“Fuuuuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good,” I growl and wrap her hair around my hand before grabbing the nape of her neck possessively.

She moans around me, the vibration increasing the pleasure tenfold. Her perfect, rosy nipples draw to hard tips and strain against the red lace. My mouth waters with the need to taste her. “I can smell your arousal, Ava. Is my dirty girl’s pussy wet from sucking my cock?”

She whimpers in response. “Then play with that pretty pussy, little wolf,” I command in a raspy voice. She lowers the hand that was massaging my balls, pushes the lacy material covering her pussy to the side, and drags her finger along her soaked slit before she starts to move it up and down over her clit.

Ava’s muffled sounds of pleasure and the way she looks kneeling in front of me, like a wet dream come to life, are my undoing. I come with a roar, spurting thick ropes of cum down Ava’s throat.

“That’s my good girl,” I growl when she swallows every last bit and licks me clean. Before she gets the chance to move, I hastily wrestle out of my clothes and bend to take Ava in my arms, circling her legs around my waist. “Best. Birthday. Ever,” I rasp, and then close the space between us, devouring her plush lips in a soul-searing kiss.

I make a beeline for the bed, and lower Ava on top of it. Dragging my eyes slowly over her body, I take a moment to admire how perfect my mate is. She’s all curves and creamy tan skin, her eyes alight with carnal need. “You’re so beautiful, Ava. I can’t believe you’re mine,” I say gravelly, my trembling voice betraying my emotions.

“ Te amo ,” she murmurs in sentiment.

“Say that again,” I demand, kneeling between her legs and spreading her thighs.

“ ?Te amo! I. Love. You,” she repeats.

Her words set me ablaze. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that to me. I love you too, baby. So fucking much!”

A gasp leaves her lips when I tear the bodysuit off her body and discard it on the floor in tatters. “Logan! I just bought it, and it was really fucking expensive,” she whines and gives me a withering glare. “What’s with you ripping everything off me?”

“I can’t stand having something between us. I’ll buy you a new one,” I breathe against her skin, tracing tongue-filled kisses on her inner thighs. “Hell, I’ll buy you ten, twenty if you want.” I bypass her center altogether and continue my trail of kisses until I reach her gorgeous tits. Breath ghosting over her rosy buds, I take my time to lavish each of them with eager sucks.

My hand glides down her silky skin until I reach her pussy. I spread her arousal with the pads of my fingers and dip one finger into her, pumping it slowly. Then, I add another to the mix to crook them against that spot that turns her feral while I massage her walls. At the same time, my teeth sink into her nipple, followed by soothing, languid strokes of my tongue. A sound between a whimper and a moan pitches in her throat. I use it as my cue to add the third finger as the top of my palm creates friction on her clit.

I can’t help but steal a kiss before continuing my way down, mapping her skin with my lips and tongue. When I reach her soaked center, I bury my face into her pussy and inhale her sweet scent of arousal. “Fuck, baby, you smell so good,” I groan and blow softly on her clit.

“P-please,” she whimpers. “Logan! Stop playing with me.”

I chuckle and give my girl what she wants, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit. Tremors wrack her body, and sounds of pleasure echo against the walls. They spur me on as I take a finger out to spread her arousal to her back hole. She tenses slightly at the sensation.

“Relax, baby,” I tell her in her mind.

“It’s just that…I, well, um…no one has ever done that before.”

“Mmm, I’m going to enjoy fucking your virgin ass, baby, but not today. I’m just going to use my finger, okay? I need you to relax. Once you get used to the sensation, you’re going to love it, I promise.” I add the third finger back into her slick heat and use my pinky to probe at her puckered hole.

“Okay,” she whispers and relaxes her muscles, allowing me access.

Continuing the assault on her clit and massaging her inner walls at the same time, I slip my pinky slowly into her back hole, and the moment I’m knuckle deep, Ava’s back bows off the bed with a desperate whimper.

“Oh, God! I feel so full.”

“Come for me, baby,” I demand, setting a rapid pace with my fingers, sucking on her clit and then grazing my teeth over it.

“Holy fuuuck!” she screams as her orgasm rips through her. My cock twitches at the way her walls spasm around my fingers, and I continue fucking her through it while sucking lightly on her clit to erase the bite of pain from earlier.

When Ava comes down from her high, I slip my fingers out of her and lick them clean, not wasting a drop of her cum. Laying on the bed next to her, I turn Ava on her side and enter her from behind slowly, the contact making her moan loudly and me hiss and suck in a ragged breath as a ripple of electricity passes through my body. I bottom out, wrapping one of my hands around her throat and lowering the other to her clit. I press two fingers against the sensitive nub and circle them slowly. Rolling my hips, I fuck her hard and deep while tightening the hold on her throat.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” I command, and after she obeys, I cut her air supply completely as I piston her pussy, my thighs slapping loudly against her ass. It doesn’t take long before Ava breaks at the seams with sexy as fuck noises while calling out my name. The way Ava’s pussy ripples around me sets me ablaze, and like a cord pulled too tight, I snap. The release whips through me with the force of a wildfire.

Hours later, we both lie in post-orgasmic bliss, Ava sprawled on my chest, making imaginary circles with her fingers on my abdomen and my hand splayed on her back possessively. I remember I also had a surprise for her, but the little minx managed to distract me in the best possible way, and it slipped my mind. “I have something for you,” I say, turning slightly to grab the envelope I placed earlier on my nightstand.

Ava lifts her head and pushes to a sitting position on the bed before she takes the envelope. She looks positively sex rumpled and so goddamn beautiful my heart rattles against its cage, fighting to get to her while my dick stands up at attention like I haven’t spent the last few hours inside her. With Ava, I’ll never get enough. Enough smiles. Enough kisses. Enough of her silky heat wrapped around me. Enough of…everything.

Her eyebrows pinch and rise in surprise at the same time, a half-smile lifting her luscious lips. “What is it?”

“Open it, and you’ll find out.”

She opens the flap and fishes out the key I placed there. Her throat bobs, and her eyes flit to mine. “Is this what I think it is?”

I nod. My stomach is a nervous ball of energy as I fist my hands, trying to hide the way my fingers are trembling in anticipation. “Will you move in with me, baby?” Technically, Ava’s been spending so much time at my house since she woke up here for the first time. It’s like we’re already living together, and I have never been happier.

“Oh my God, Logan, yes, there’s nothing I want more.” Her eyes glimmer, and a tear escapes, trailing a path down her cheek as she throws her arms around my neck, her naked chest fusing with mine. She kisses me. Deep. Sensual. Consuming. I almost sink into her again but manage to pull back before I lose all sense of control.

I clear my throat. “There’s something more. Look again.”

She takes out the two folded pieces of paper and looks at the first one. “Holy smokes! Tickets to Paris!? Logan, this is entirely too much. Today is your birthday, and you’re giving me presents. You already got me that fancy thousand-dollar kitchen mixer for Christmas.”

“Yeah, and you’re going to need it. Look at the second page.”

She gasps, her hand going to the center of her chest while her fingers grip the paper so hard it crinkles on the sides. It shakes in her hand. “Is this…” She lifts her eyes in disbelief. “No, Logan… I-I can’t accept this—”

“You can and you will,” I cut her off, lifting her chin with my finger, needing to look into her eyes.

She scrunches her nose like she often does when annoyed with me. “A forty-thousand-dollar tuition at the most prestigious pastry school in Paris? There is no way I can ever accept this; it’s the equivalent of my rent for two freakin’ years—”

I cut her off again, earning a huff in response. “I might not have Kaiden’s money, but I’m loaded. And you’re the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. Get used to it because I plan to spoil the fuck out of you for the rest of our lives. Plus, you’ve been talking about wanting to go to a baking school almost every day now, and that chocolate truffle cake you made for Em and me tonight was the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my life aside from your pussy.” I wink, and then my expression turns serious. “It’s already been paid for, and it’s nonrefundable.”

She sucks in a sharp breath and brings the envelope to her ear, rattling it like she’s expecting something else to be inside.

I lift a quizzical eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out if I’m supposed to also find a ring in there.”

“There’s no ring,” I say, and she visibly deflates, like one of those helium balloons left for days in the sun. I roll on top of her and pin her to the mattress. “Make no mistake, Ava. I meant everything that I said. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. I’m just not proposing tonight. And tonight is the keyword here.”

“Now I’m going to be a nervous wreck, waiting at every turn for you to drop on one knee. That’s just plain cruel.”

I can’t restrain myself from showing her just how cruel I can be; I dip and suck on her nipple. “You’ll live,” I breathe against her skin.

“Can’t you at least drop some sort of a hint on when or how you’re going to do it?”

“Of course not. It’s a surprise.”

“Fine.” She takes a deep breath in, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan when my fingers find her soaked slit. “So, how is this going to work? I mean…if I attend the pastry school, and that’s a big if, the program lasts for two months. What about the pack and our responsibilities here? I’ve just adjusted somewhat to being their Luna, and you’re the Alpha. And then there’s the Conclave.”

“I rented an apartment in Paris near the school, and I’m going to spend half a week there with you, and the other half I’ll fly back home. Then we’ll both be flying back for the full moons. Emily will step up and be here full-time for these two months. She’s taking a break from the bartender gig for a while since Marnie sold the bar anyway.”

“Aren’t you going to be tired spending so much time on a plane? You have so much on your plate…I just don’t want you to resent me. And all those expensive plane tick—”

“Money is not an issue. Plus, I have never taken a vacation since I became Alpha. It is long overdue. With the children being cured and the pack back to its strength, we don’t have anything to worry about. It’s only two months. We’ll manage it just fine.”

“You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“Mmhm,” I mumble against the column of her neck, licking at the spot that I know drives her crazy.

“I-I’ll p-pay you back somehow,” she stutters through sharp breaths.

“Sure you will. You’ll pay me back in orgasms. Yours,” I say, my voice thick with lust as I roll onto my back and position Ava on top of me. I thrust my hips and enter her in one swift motion as my fingers collar her throat. “Start moving, baby. I want to see you fall apart while riding my cock.”

Eyes at half-mast, cheeks flushed, and lips parted, Ava sets a maddening pace, looking like a goddess on top of me. She loses herself in pleasure and me in her until the first rays of the sun break through the sky.