Under Control

Charlotte

I was running out of air; if I didn't do something, Logan would kill me. I grabbed his wrist, my heart racing and all I could think was that I would die without seeing my son's face. Logan was out of control; it wasn't him, but his wolf that was in charge. It was so different with me; my wolf was a little wild but still gentle and caring. I reached out and touched the tip of his snout, brushing it with the tips of my trembling fingers.

Logan was a gentle wolf, a compassionate Alpha who cared for his wolf pack and even those seeking refuge. The curse slowly consumed him, tearing him away from me. My fingers trembled as they reached out to touch Logan's face, and he stared at me in shock with his vivid red eyes. The moonlight vanished behind a passing cloud, enveloping us in complete darkness. Only the sound of Logan's breath filled the air. My vision grew hazy, starved of oxygen, until suddenly, I was released, collapsing to my knees on the floor. I gazed ahead, and there was Logan, clutching his head in his hands, screaming and howling in anguish and despair.

"Logan, fight it," I whispered, and he looked at me. His eyes were frantic, his pupils dilated. "Don't let it consume you."

I attempted to stand, but my legs felt weak and trembling. All I could do was watch as Logan unleashed his rage, throwing furniture and screaming until he eventually collapsed onto the floor, dropping down to his knees. Gradually, his massive figure transformed, returning to his human form. I managed to rise and stumbled towards him, falling beside him.

"Why did you come?" Logan asked, keeping his head low, but his voice still carried authority and power.

"I felt you calling me." Logan laughed and stood up.

"Go back to your room, lock yourself in with the chains when you leave. I don't know how long I'll be able to maintain control." I stood up and hugged Logan's waist tightly.

"I want to stay with you. It destroys me to think that you were alone going through this," I said, tears forming in my eyes. Logan held my shoulders gently, but he didn't push me away. His warm touch calmed me.

"You're being reckless, Charlotte. I don't control the curse; I may have regained my sanity because the moon was covered, but when its light hits me again, I will attack you." Logan touched my neck softly and growled. I held his hand and brought it to my face, closing my eyes and focusing only on his sweet scent.

I missed him so much during the time he was away; I wanted to feel more of his warmth, his scent, his touch. Every part of my body craved it desperately. I opened my eyes, and Logan's beautiful blue eyes were watching me intensely. He felt the same, I knew, and I wouldn't allow myself to be separated from his side. I wrapped my arms around his neck slowly, running my fingers through his soft hair. Logan's hands went to my waist, squeezing it and pulling my body closer to his.

"Don't push me away from you," I pleaded, standing on my tiptoes and kissing him. Logan seemed to resist at first, but then I pressed myself against his body and he accepted me, returning my kiss.

It was wonderful to feel his touch again; his wild scent was still strong, but I knew that Logan would never allow me to be in any danger. I pulled back slightly and saw in his eyes the clear desire he harbored at that moment. His member pressed against my abdomen, and warmth immediately spread through my core. Logan held me in his arms and carried me to the large bed, designed to accommodate a Lycan as big as him.

I was gently placed on the sheets, my long hair spread across the bed, and my thin nightgown was already completely disheveled, revealing my legs and part of my breasts. Logan leaned over, hovering above me as if he was going to devour me.

"If I tell you to stop, just obey me without any argument. Do you understand, Charlotte?" I nodded, agreeing with him. "We'll take it slower today, so be patient."

My face flushed, and once again, I just nodded in agreement. We had gone without taking things slowly for a long time, but I understood Logan's reasons. He feared that if he was rougher with me, his wolf might awaken once again while he was with me. I embraced his neck and pulled him towards me, touching my forehead to his.

"I trust you, Logan." He bit his lip and then kissed me.

Logan's hands held my knees, opening them as he positioned himself between my spread legs. Then his hands slid up my thighs, taking the thin skirt of the nightgown with them. Logan seemed to struggle with his instincts, and it only made me love him even more. He didn't have to do this for me, even if he lost control, I was his mate and I knew I could bring him back to reason.

Logan bit his lip forcefully, causing it to bleed. I gently touched his injured lip and propped myself up on my elbows. Licking it, I savored the taste of the blood trickling down his chin. In one swift motion, Logan removed my nightgown, leaving me completely naked on the bed before him. Instead of trying to cover myself as I normally would, I allowed myself to remain exposed. I enjoyed how Logan's eyes softened as he gazed at me, revealing his desire and the emotions he struggled to express directly. His beautiful blue eyes stirred my heart and ignited my deepest desires, but in that moment, I needed to exercise restraint.

I felt the heat of Logan's member against my sex, sliding up and down. My body writhed, and my hips began to move in sync with his. His breath was heavy, his muscles tense, emphasizing his unmatched strength and beauty.

"My Luna," Logan said, then he positioned his member at my entrance. "I want you to say my name as I have you, every time I penetrate you." His fingers went to my breasts, pinching my sensitive, hardened nipples. "Say it," he commanded.

"Logan," I moaned softly, and he tightened his grip.

"Louder, Charlotte. Say my name louder so that every damn wolf in these lands knows who you belong to." I understood perfectly what he meant. Logan then cupped my breast, massaging it as he slowly began to penetrate me.

"Logan!" I screamed, feeling him chuckle against my skin, his warm breath sending delicious shivers down my spine.

Our lips met, and Logan started moving, thrusting gently into me at first, but soon the pace increased, and it became impossible for me to keep my body still. Logan rose and held my waist with both hands, pulling me towards him while he thrust his hips.

"So perfect is the way your body fits against mine, how it responds to a simple touch." Logan placed a finger on my belly, causing me to arch my back and moan. "I should thank the Goddess for sending you to me, Charlotte."

Logan's movements grew firmer, and then he braced his hands on my sides, his eyes with a slight red gleam. I held his face in my hands and traced small circles on his cheek with my thumb. Logan held one of my hands, kissed the palm, and placed it back on his face. The red gleam had disappeared once again, and Logan continued to have me with increasing strength.

It felt like my body was about to split in half, the pleasure building inside me ready to explode, while Logan remained unwavering in his frantic movements. Then I felt a warmth, my entire body trembling, and soon I felt Logan grow inside me. With a roar, he released himself, overcome by ecstasy.

I woke up in the middle of the night, still in Logan's arms, peacefully sleeping beside me on the large bed. The blood moon still shone in the dark, starless sky, but Logan's wolf seemed to be completely dormant. I carefully touched his face so as not to wake him and vowed within my heart that I would end that curse that dared to try to take him away from me.