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The Operation

It's morning, but the sun hasn't made its appearance yet to lighten the still dark sky. The Ellises have to be at the hospital in just a few short hours for the operation, but instead of sleeping until their alarm clock wakes them, they lie sleepless side by side with Bronwyn's back flush against Logan's chest. The strong tatted bicep of his right arm is curled firmly, yet gently around her neck holding her in place as he kisses and nibbles the area below her ear. Every kiss sends an electric surge flashing through her, that turns to mist between her legs.

With his left hand, he massages down the front of her body, stopping for just a moment to tease her nipples, then roams further. She trembles under his touch as he kneads the velvety smooth skin of her inner thigh before running his thumb down her slit. It brushes her clit and she whines in pleasure.

Logan's lips sweep her ear, intensifying her want. "You're so wet for me."

"You make me so wet for you." She whispers back.

He presses two fingers inside her, then three working them into her hot wetness. The feel of her makes his fingers come alive even more and her eyes roll uncontrollably while they slip in and out of her. He parts her to rub her clit in small circles and Bronwyn quickly loses it. Tears dampen her eyes before everything fades to white. She grips the hand that pleasures her before releasing all over it.

Eager to be inside her, Logan hooks her knee in his elbow and lifts it to her chest, opening her wide, then slides in her in a long, delicious move. He moves slowly at first, stroking her walls, basking in them, feeding her just enough, but not too much. They have the time, and plan to use every second of it just like this.

"You feel so damn good." He groans against her cheek.

The power of his hips as they press against her forces her to press back. Logan tries to pull back to stop her, but her movements are an involuntary response to the way he's making her feel.

"I love the way you feel inside me baby." She whimpers.

The floodgates open and he can't stop them if he wanted to. He pulls her knee up higher and drives himself harder, deeper into her. Fucking her like it's their last time. He pumps into her, filling her completely with every thrust. He rocks her body and the bed giving it to her like a champ while she takes it like a pro. After a few moments he slows his movements to give her deep, long, strong strokes.

They hold on for as long as they can, then he lets go of everything he has and gives it all to her. He strokes her through his convulsions then she deep dives into the rapture with him. Aside from the aftershocks that tremor through their bodies, they're spent, unwilling to break from their position.

Logan guides her leg back in place while planting light kisses to her neck, making her sensitive skin tingle all over, then replaces his lips with his teeth.

The sensation jars her and she giggles. "Did you just bite me?"

"I'm marking my territory. Isn't that what alphas do to their lunas?" He laughs lightly.

"You're so silly. Where'd that even come from? You got me forever, why would you need to mark your territory?"

"In case I don't make it home."

Bronwyn stills at his statement before rolling over to face him. Tenderly, she strokes his cheek. "Are you worried about that?"

The concern in her eyes gives him pause. Not wanting to burden her with his worry, he masks his angst with humor and grins. "I'm kidding. Relax."

"Logan don't play like that. Seriously. It's not funny."

Annoyed, she pushes away from him, creating space between them. She doesn't move too far before he pulls her back, trapping her in his arms.