Claiming My Wolf
Chapter 47

~~Sadie’s PoV~~

I was so tired of Logan being hot and cold with me. When he came over to the food table earlier, it almost felt like he was looking for me, and the look that he gave me when he saw me in my dress made it seem like he liked what he found. But then he talked again about how important the pack was to him and I got the message, loud and clear. It was more important than me and it always would be. His obligations outweighed anything he might be feeling.

So I told myself I didn’t care. If he wanted to just be friends, then we’d just be friends. But when he got up in front of the crowd to do his first shift, stripping down to his underwear in front of everyone, my whole body felt flushed and hot. It was obvious from the very first time we met just how big and strong he was, but seeing him wearing almost nothing was almost too much to take.

Just friends, my a*s.

At least he hadn’t seemed to recognize anyone as his mate, so that was one less worry, but as I watched him change into a large black wolf, I was reminded again just how crazy this whole thing was.

It was my birthday soon too. Was that really going to happen to me?

I almost left right after Logan’s wolf ran off into the woods, but Ally and Emma stopped me, and I was still talking to them when Logan came back. He asked to talk to me, took me inside the house to the library, and then he kissed me.

And now I really don’t know what to think.

It’s just as good as our k**s in the kitchen a week ago, or maybe even better. I can feel his certainty this time. All the hesitation that was there before is gone and now it’s just me and him and this special electricity that seems to exist between us.

“Can you forgive me for being an i***t?” he asks, separating his lips from mine just long enough to ask the question. Before I can even answer, he’s kissing me again like he can’t get enough of it.

I can’t either.

His body is warm, probably because he’s just been running, and now that I know what it looks like beneath his clothes, I want to feel it for myself too. My hands run across his hard chest and I feel it rumble beneath my fingers with something that almost sounds like a growl.

Logan’s hands thread through my hair, pulling me tighter to him, and as our bodies press against each other, I feel him starting to grow harder. Technically, he’s an adult today, and that’s more than evident in the size of him.

A noise just outside the door makes us both jump apart. There’s a laugh and two voices talking, and then they move further down the hall.

“This isn’t very private,” Logan complains.

I have to laugh. “You’re surprised that your massive, over-the-top birthday party has people at it?”

He narrows his eyes at me, but I can see he’s trying not to smile. “The party wasn’t my choice, I had to do it.”

“Because you’re the chosen one, I get it,” I tease him, and his green eyes darken. He likes that I don’t take him too seriously.

“I think I’ve made enough of an appearance,” he tells me, taking a step closer so our faces are almost touching again. “Do you want to come upstairs with me?”

Upstairs? To his room? I wasn’t expecting that and a shot of both nervousness and anticipation runs through me.

I’m not sure exactly what he has in mind, but I’m willing to find out.

“I’d like that.”

He smiles and takes my hand before going to the door and opening it just a c***k. With a quick glance in both directions, he checks the coast is clear, and then he pulls me along towards the big staircase in the centre of the house, both of us grinning like kids who’ve just stolen the last cookie from the cookie jar.

It’s two flights of stairs up to the floor with his room, and we run the whole way, laughing and panting by the time we reach the top. Then Logan pulls me towards him again, kissing me as he pushes me back against the wall in the hallway.

It’s two flights of stairs up to the floor with his room, and we run the whole way, laughing and panting by the time we reach the top. Then Logan pulls me towards him again, kissing me as he pushes me back against the wall in the hallway.

His k**s is stronger this time and more urgent, and I’m sure mine is too. I’ve never wanted anything like I want him right now.

Finally he seems to realize we haven’t actually got to his room yet, and he lets me go, but only enough to lead me down the hall and through an open door.

It’s dark in the room, but not totally black. The full moon shines through the window, letting us see our way as Logan closes the door behind us, leaving the lights off. We stumble together, our lips connected again, until we hit the edge of his bed, and the next thing I know we’re falling together onto it, his arms wrapped around me as I land on top of him.

He’s even harder now, the length of his c**k making me gasp in surprise as my weight settles on top of it.

“I don’t want to rush you,” he tells me even as the evidence of his arousal presses against me. “We can take things as slow or fast as you want.”

“Have you done this with a lot of girls?” I can’t help asking. I won’t judge him for it, I just want to know how our levels of experience compare.

But he shakes his head. “I’ve never even had a girl in here before, Sadie. I’ve never done anything more than k**s. I hope that’s okay.”

Okay? My heart melts at the idea of this strong, handsome man being worried about disappointing me. “I haven’t really done much either,” I admit. “I was waiting for something special.”

I can just make out his uncertain eyes in the moonlight. “Is this special for you?”

Does he really have to ask?

“It’s the most special,” I tell him, leaning down to k**s him again.