“Baby, I love you. I love you like this, and as that gorgeous wolf.”
I can feel the tears beginning to burn my eyes, and I drop my forehead to his chest with a thud. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not. You’re my mate. I should have told you.”
“Is mate like soulmate?” he asks curiously.
“In a way.” I shrug and place my palm over his heart. “Our souls match perfectly and recognized each other, causing an imprint to happen. We could feel the connection between us, like two magnets drawn together. But the imprint, or connection, isn’t complete until we mate properly.” At his confused look, I continue. “Exchange of blood and magic during sex.”
“Why me?”
I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with the soft strands of hair as I look up into his gorgeous face. “I saw something in you, something my soul realized it couldn’t live without.”
I see the doubt and hesitation in his eyes.
“Logan, I love you. I think I loved you the minute you showed up at my door, making sure it wasn’t me who had been killed in the woods. I think you know you had chosen me then as well.”
Logan’s head bends and his lips ghost over mine. “I love you, too. And you're right, it was never one sided.”
My fingers sink into his hair, and I pull his mouth to mine. His tongue sweeps inside, and I moan, jumping into his arms, my legs going around his waist.
“Fuck me, Logan,” I whisper against his lips.
“Baby, I’m going to fuck you, alright. I’m going to be so fucking deep inside of you, I’ll leave a mark,” he growls. The fire blazing in his eyes has my core clenching, and I rub against him.
Logan’s hands fit perfectly around my waist, giving me a quick squeeze before placing me on my feet. He slowly undresses me, his finger trailing each piece of clothing he removes. Frustrated with the slow pace, I grab his t-shirt and tear it down the middle, running my palms over his abdomen and chest, being careful not to hurt him.
“In a hurry, baby?” he smirks, taking a step back.
My throat vibrates with a low rumble, and I move forward. Logan holds up a hand, stopping me. He slowly pulls down his track pants, standing completely naked in front of me. I reach down, pulling off my underwear and step backward until the back of my legs hit the bed. I beckon him closer and his eyes flare as they watch me lie back on the bed, stretching my body out.
Logan stalks forward, climbing over top of me, and his hand comes up to cup one breast as his mouth descends. My eyes fall shut as his mouth moves from one breast to the other. His hand skims down my body and circles my wetness. A shock wave of pleasure courses through me and my hips lift from the bed.
“Logan.”
His fingers move faster against me as his mouth continues to lick, suck, and bite across my chest and neck. I’m panting with need, and a whimper escapes me when he pushes two fingers inside me. His lips move up to my ear.
“So wet for me, baby.”
“Logan, please.”
“Please what?” he asks, sucking hard on the pulse point in my neck.
“Fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
His thigh spreads my legs, and he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out as an orgasm rips through me instantly, throwing me over the edge. Logan grits his teeth as he moves slowly, milking every moment of it.
“Fuck,” he pants, picking up his pace.
I cling to his straining arms as he moves over me, drawing cries from my lips. My heart thrums madly in my chest, this man drawing out every emotion and sensation.
“I want you to do it,” he pants, his forehead dropping to mine, his nose grazing my cheek.
Confusion rolls through me until I realize what he’s saying.
