Noah's POV
I still can't believe he just did that.
Even with my legs still trembling. Even with Logan's face glistening with my cum and that goddamn smug smirk tugging at his lips. Even with his tail wagging above the waistband of his jeans like it's a stupid silver victory banner, I can barely believe it.
Actually—no.
That's a lie.
Of course I can believe it.
Because Logan Whittaker is stubborn. And cocky. And when you tell him not to do something, he suddenly wants to do it with wild abandon. Just to prove that he can. Especially if he knows it'll push my buttons.
He's still panting slightly, cheeks flushed, looking way too proud of himself considering he just broke the one rule I gave him.
"You're so disobedient," I mutter.
Logan only grins harder, like I called him stunning, handsome and the best mate in existence.
"Am I?" His cocky smirk remains plastered on his face. "I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?"
"I had one rule," I remind him. "You broke it."
