Logan's Rattler, A. Jarrett [general ebook reader txt] 📗

his arms around his man and kissed along his neck. Finn tilted his head to the side, giving Logan better access.

“That was amazing. Will it always be this good?” Logan couldn’t help but ask. Was it just great sex or was it a mating thing?

“Better,” Finn purred, the sound vibrating through his chest to ripple against Logan’s.

“Well then, my mate, I just don’t know how I will survive an eternity of all this awesome sex,” Logan teased Finn.

“Then I would suggest a new exercise routine so you can keep up with me.”

He shifted off Finn so they could lie facing one another. In all his life he had never felt so in love. Granted Logan was still young, but he knew this was it. No other man would ever compare to Finn, and if he were being honest, he didn’t want anyone else, only his rattler.

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Chapter Nine

An hour later Finn started to complain that he was hungry. So they took a quick shower which turned into mutual blow jobs, then got dressed and headed out of the bedroom.

Finn led Logan down a long staircase to the kitchen. Logan could hear the voices and laughter long before they reached the door.

Nervousness caused his hands to shake. Finn said there were other types of paranormals living in the house, and Logan had to wonder if they were all good.

“Hey, lovebirds. It’s about time you emerged from the room of sin,” Trevor teased as he sipped from a mug.

“Shut up, motormouth. If I wanted any lip from you, I’d pull your pants down.” Finn spun around with a finger to his lip, fighting back a smile. “Oh that’s right. You’re not a girl, you just act like one.”

Laughter rained out along the table as Trevor’s cheeks beamed a bright crimson. “Whatever, snake boy. I’m still extremely fuckable with or without a vagina.”

“He’s got you there,” Lawson said from where he sat at the table eating his lunch. “Hey!” Lawson shouted.

Logan saw Quinn pulling his hand back. The older man had smacked Lawson upside the head. But why? Was the loud mouth Trevor his boyfriend? Trevor did say he wanted to bite Quinn, and since they were all paranormals, maybe it was a sexual thing. Logan even felt the need to bite Finn in the throes of passion.

The kitchen door swooshed open, and Logan turned to see a thin man with bright-pink hair saunter in. He wore black from head to toe

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and was in desperate need of a tan. Logan assumed the man was a vampire.

“Oh we have a newcomer,” the man said as he walked up to Logan. He held out a hand for Logan to shake. “I’m Carter.”

“Hey, I’m Logan. I’m Finn’s boyfriend?” He took the offered hand.

“Sweetie, are you asking or telling me?” the pink-haired man asked.

Logan let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m just not sure what to call him. We’re mates, but that seems so awkward to say.”

“I know, right?” Trevor chimed in. “It’s like this Warriors of the Light business. Could that name be any drabber? I feel like I should be wearing a full set of armor when I announce who I’m with.”

He looked at Trevor and nodded his agreement. “I was thinking the same things when Finn told me.”

“Oh shit,” Lawson said from where he sat at the table staring between Logan and Trevor. “Finn, your boy is thinking like Trevor.

You better keep them apart. I don’t think this house can handle two Trevors. Ouch,” Lawson said as he looked to Quinn. “Would you stop hitting me?” He stood up, collected his plate, and walked to the kitchen sink to deposit his dirty dish. “Jeez, I’m getting out of here before Quinn inflicts brain damage on me or some shit.”

“Too late,” Carter spoke up as Lawson left the room. He turned back to Logan. “So you’re Finn’s mate? That’s cool. He’s quite the hottie. I think for me it’s the allure of that snake tongue of his. I bet he can lick all those hard-to-reach places.”

Logan stood there stunned as heat overcame him. He didn’t know how to respond to such frankness. A part of him wanted to rip off the guy’s head at such a lewd remark about his boyfriend, but a part of