Page 59 of Defiance
Logan’s gaze zeroed in on the base of his throat. “I wanted to kill him for touching you.” He traced a finger over the spot where Michael’s teeth had sunk in.
Cole shrugged, not wanting to think about it. “It’s done now.” Fighting with Logan had overshadowed it somewhat. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.” Guilt flooded him as he remembered how much he’d liked the fighting. “I—”
Logan put his fingers on Cole’s lips, silencing him. “I know.” He gave a small smile. “It’s different for us. Fighting is in our blood, even mine. It’s okay if part of you enjoyed it.Weheal.”
Humans don’t. He didn’t need Logan to spell it out for him.
“We’re wasting time.”
Yeah, they could talk later.
Logan took Cole’s hand and led him to the row of showers. He pressed a button on the wall and the shower heads burst to life. Hot water sprayed over them and Cole stood mesmerised as it ran in rivulets over Logan’s body. He followed its path down defined pecs, over the muscled planes of his stomach only to get caught in the trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair. Mouth dry, Cole swallowed, heat flooding his veins as his gaze landed on Logan’s cock, already half-hard.
So much skin, he didn’t know where to touch first.
“Shy?” Logan teased, and it snapped Cole out of his daze.
“Fuck no.”
Two strides and he had Logan pinned against the cool tiles, mouth finding his as he pressed their hips together. The last time they’d done this they’d been in the sea under a beautiful Cornish sky. Cole had thought it would be the one and only time they got to be like that with each other.
The choice they’d made had been far from easy, but even if this was the only stolen moment they got, it was worth it. They were together in this.
Logan moaned into his mouth, reminding Cole to keep his mind in the now. They didn’t have long, after all. Better not waste it.
Still conscious of Logan’s injured jaw—despite what he said—Cole kissed down his neck, teeth scraping across Logan’s collarbone, drawing another moan out of him. He bit down, confident any marks he left would heal long before they had company.
“Yeah.” Logan’s hands found his waist, sliding around and down until he cupped Cole’s arse and squeezed hard.
So good.
Cole thrust against him, cock sliding alongside Logan’s, causing the sweetest friction.
They both groaned.
After that it was a race to the finish.
Logan slipped a hand in between them, thick fingers wrapping around them both as he sought out Cole’s mouth. Water rained down on them, giving the impression they were alone. Cocooned in their own little world.
Cole closed his eyes, letting Logan take the lead. A nip to his bottom lip had him sucking in a breath; lips trailed down his throat made his heart race. He felt alive in a way he never had before. The wolf inside him lurked beneath the surface like always, but instinct told him everything about this wasright.
Fire ignited inside him, licking along his veins, setting his whole body alight.
Injuries forgotten, Cole gripped Logan’s jaw, drawing him back to his mouth. He wanted to kiss him, needed to have his mouth on Logan’s as he thrust into his fist.
“Close,” Logan whispered, hand tightening.
Cole was right there with him. Each slide of his dick against Logan pushed him closer to the edge. “Me too.”
Logan kissed him hard, hand pumping up and down as his tongue sought out Cole’s. Heat crept up his spine, spreading outwards until his fingers clenched and his toes curled. One swipe of Logan’s thumb across the head of Cole’s cock and he was done.
Orgasm swept through him and Cole hid his face in Logan’s shoulder to muffle his cries. Soundproof room or not, he didn’t want to take the chance. Logan groaned, his hand stilling as he tensed.
Cole glanced down in time to see come coating their bellies before being washed away down the drain. He rested his forehead against Logan’s, their breaths heavy in the steamy air.
“Fuck.”
Logan laughed. “Yeah.”
