Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Sienna

Everyone was as shocked as I was.

It was good to know no one had seen it coming.

Another Draven blood?

It was my first official meeting with Logan and the Inner Circle. It was completely dark and silent outside of the mansion, except for the faint shuffling of trees. Still, neither of the Inner Circle were prepared to retire home. Hours had passed after the attack, and everyone was still a little shaken from the extent of damage that had been brought to Hilda.

She'd been on a walk when the rogues had attacked; torturing her so she could let out a scream loud enough to wake the entire pack. I'd spent a long time with Nessa, Livia, and Elise, trying to attend to everyone who had been injured. The people we’d already lost…

My heart squeezed painfully.

“How can we be sure he wasn't spilling a load of crap?” Kael asked through gritted teeth. It was a question I was sure we were all silently pondering. For all we knew he'd been lying his ass off. Or worse, he'd been given the wrong information and had been  convinced Logan’s father was as well his, just so he would go after the throne.

I watched my mate lean into his chair.

He'd wanted me to sit right beside him but I was okay sitting with the others on the longer side of the table. “It didn't feel like he was making it up... but I know more than to just take his word for it.” He turned his attention to his beta. “Right now, I need security around the pack to be as tight as ever. And I'm going to need everyone to do as much digging as possible.”

Cassian pushed his chair with the back of his knees and walked over to a small shelf in the corner of the courtroom. Logan’s eyes met mine as Cassian pulled out what looked like a dusty map. I felt Logan reaching out to me through the matebond, and I did just the same. We needed to have a private discussion.

Whatever Dorian wanted, it was pretty clear Elias and I were his major triggers.

I waved my hands in the air as Cassian spread out the map on the table. He pointed to a dark circle. “That's Bloodmoon, the pack Dorian claims his mother was from.” The map got passed around. According to the map, Bloodmoon wasn't among the packs surrounding Iron Fang.

If Dorian truly was right, then he'd traveled quite a bit of distance to get to our pack. Which automatically made his story ring truer. No one would travel across those woods if it wasn't important.

Logan stared at the map when it got to him. “I need as much information as possible. Send warriors out to Bloodmoon. I'll journey there myself if I have to. We need to find out who Dorian’s mother actually is, and then find out from anyone who used to be in her circle who Dorian’s father is.”

He doled out more instructions, and then the meeting was brought to an end. I waited until everyone had left the room before turning to him. He beckoned me with his fingers and I gladly went to him.

Settling on his laps with my legs enveloping him, I brought our lips together. The arousal I'd been trying to contain immediately flared to life. It was crazy how much I always wanted to have him around me. On me. Inside me. Had to be the effects of the matebond.

Logan clearly appreciated the distraction. His hands settled on my sides and he leaned into his chair to bring me higher up on his legs. “We're going to get to the bottom of this,” I whispered into his mouth, burying my hands in his hair and tugging slightly.

A small groan escaped him as he pushed his tongue past my lips and curled it around mine. Our kiss was hot and warm and wet. I chased after him when he pulled back, pressing his lips together and staring at me with such raw emotion it left me breathless. “I'm not letting anyone take you away from me.” He vowed.

I met his lips slower this time, angling my head to kiss him deeper. The pace of our breathing increased, and for a moment we forgot we were still in the courtroom. He pulled my shirt over my head, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the ground with it.

My clit pulsed as his lips closed around my nipple, his tongue rolling around the tightened bud. I held his mouth to my tit, unable to stop myself from grinding against him. He turned his attention to my other nipple, sucking and licking like he was starved.

Wetness trickled down my thighs. A tortured moan escaped me. “Logan..” I pleaded. He raised his head and whatever expression he saw on my face had his cursing beneath his breath. He cupped my ass, hurriedly lifting me up and storming out of the room.

I buried my face in his shoulder, shuddering with need. Our room door slammed closed and he lowered us onto the seat of his work desk, turning it to the side so we could have room. His hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt and in a heartbeat, his cock sprang free.

I wrapped my hand around the thickness of his length as he bunched my skirt around my waist. Our moans echoed in the room as I slowly sank myself down on his cock. “Ride me, Sienna,” he begged in a strangled voice.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I did exactly as he asked. I threw my head back and fucked myself on his cock. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. I rolled my hips against his, over and over and over…

“That's it..” Logan cooed, “Just like that..”

Goosebumps dotted across my skin. “I'm almost there..”

“Cum for me.”

It was all I needed.

I.

Freaking.

Exploded.

My pussy tightened around Logan as his own orgasm crashed into him. I fell on his chest, content to just be there as we came down from our orgasmic high. I could tell when the memory of the attack returned to his mind. His hand subconsciously tightened on my back.

“Can't wait for this shit to finally be over.”