The wolf can feel it, in the air, curled between them and seeping into her very bones. And she yearns for it, drinks it in and holds fast because she wants Kelly like this all the time, at the mercy of her touch, wanton for it. It makes something primal spark inside, but not animalistic in the sort, something deeper. Love. It's love and she knows it and it just makes her press harder, lick faster, moan louder. This was love in the most feral sense but it was /theirs/.
Her body is acting on impulse more than anything else at this point. The sounds coming from her are breaching, so close, so very close. Then there’s that lick. That one stroke that hits her dead center. And makes her come undone. Arching sharply, Logan’s name tangled in a heavy moan as she hits her release. She sounds utterly and completely wrecked by all the attention bestowed upon her. Body glistening with sweat, chest heaving.