Logan
"Yes," her response echoes down to my cock making me even more harder.
"Good!" I growl, with a victorious grin spreading over my face. For a second I feel like a traitor compared to my mate's loyalty, having kept herself for me. Fuck! I better make this good.
Slipping my index finger into her, I slowly circle around her…fuck, she's soaking.
"You're so deliciously wet. God, I want you." I thrust my finger inside her, and she cries out. She's hot and tight and wet, and I want her. I thrust into her again, taking her cries into my mouth. I press my palm to her clitoris…pushing down…pushing around. She cries out and writhes beneath me. Fuck, I want her—now. She's ready. Sitting up, I drag down my boxers, letting my cock go Free.
I kneel up between her legs, pushing them farther apart. Arya watches me with—what? Trepidation? She's probably never seen an erect penis before.