I feel her pussy clench around me, and I grit my teeth.
“Yes. Yes, Logan,” she groans, moving over me, not slowing her pace one bit. I see the need in her eyes. A need I have no problem fulfilling.
I reach my other hand up and fist the hair at the back of her head, slamming her mouth to mine as I slowly push my finger into her ass. Salena bucks in my arms, a loud, sexy moan ripping from her throat. I swallow it, working her ass as she fucks me. Her body trembles and shakes, making my balls draw up tight. With a loud cry, she clenches tightly around my cock, sending me over the edge. I grunt, flexing my hips, and break the kiss as I bite down hard on her shoulder where our mate marks are. She cries out, her words unintelligible, my arms wrap around her waist as we ride out the orgasm together.
Once we both have our breathing back to normal, Salena slides off my lap, collapsing on the bed next to me. She throws her arm over her face, and the corners of her lips curve up in a contented smile. I slide down next to her, laying on my side. I tug her arm down and she rolls her head to the side to meet my gaze.
“Salena, you’re my heart, my life, my entire existence. I want to spend my whole damn life with you. And damn it, if I don’t know this is a really shitty time, but will you marry me?”
Her smile is blinding. “Yes, of course.”
I reach over and open the drawer beside the bed, feeling around until my fingers close around a velvet box. Pulling it out of the drawer, I roll to face her fully.
“I got this the day after we mated,” I murmur.
Her turquoise eyes widen in surprise and then drop to the box in my hands. I flip open the lid and she gasps, her hand gingerly reaching for it and pausing. When our eyes meet, I feel a tug in my heart as I see tears lining her eyes.
“Logan, it’s gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as you, baby,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her softly.
I discovered the ring in a vintage store in Denver. The beautiful pear-shaped cornflower sapphire is nestled with three diamonds on each side that catch the light. I draw back and take the ring from the box then grasp her left hand. The gold band feels cold and smooth to the touch, glittering in the light. Sliding the ring on, I look into her eyes. “Will you, Salena Cartwright, marry my brooding ass this weekend?”
A wave of shock washes over her face, before her joy lights up her features, shining brighter than the sun. I can sense her happiness and excitement in my very core.
“Yes!” she exclaims, ripping her hand from mine and launching herself into my arms.
As she rains kisses all over my face, her giggle fills me with contentment that radiates through my heart and soul. I never imagined I would experience these emotions.
Chapter Sixty
Salena
I’mintheprocessof securing my earring when I hear a knock at the door. I’m at home alone, getting ready for the wedding. Logan is at Kai’s house with the pack setting up in a large tent we’ve rented. Lucy and Rose are on their way to get me, so they can take me there. I take one final glance in the mirror before I answer the door. I’ve chosen to keep my long silver hair down, and I’ve done my makeup with a smoky look and a statement red lipstick. It matches my outfit perfectly.
The red sweetheart strapless dress has a beautiful shimmer that sparkles in the light. The top of the dress is a dreamy satin, and as it falls from my waist, it’s adorned with shimmering sequins in a mermaid style skirt. I feel a rush of excitement when I find the matching jacket. Every inch of me is adorned with glimmering red sequins that glitter and shimmer in the light.
My heart races with elation as a huge smile takes over my face. I slide my hands over my waist and hips, and turn, heading to the door. A wave of emotion crashes over me as I swing open the door, expecting to find Lucy and Rose. My heart stalls in my chest and before I can react, Hayley lunges forward, plunging a needle into my neck, the world around me instantly fading to black. I vaguely hear her whimper, “I’m sorry.”
I wake slowly, my limbs heavy. I crack my eyes open and lick my lips. They are so dry. My head is throbbing, and I squint to avoid the bright light above me. I tip my head to the side, seeing the shape of a man standing over a workbench. Panic surges. My fingers curl, scratching the wooden table beneath me. I lift my body bit by bit, swinging my legs over the side of what I think was a hospital bed. Looking down, I realize I’m only in my underwear. I suppress the growl that climbs up my throat, and stare at the figure across the room. I tilt my head as I narrow my eyes. That is no man. The humanoid creature has fucking horns and coal black skin. He doesn’t look to have any hair, and is only wearing a pair of tattered shorts.
As I move, something in the corner catches my attention, and I see my wedding dress ripped to shreds. My vision blurs with rage as I feel the anger surge through my veins.
Screw modesty.
I am about to kill this fucking demon.
I land on weak, shaky legs; the noise drawing the attention of the figure across the room. He spins, dropping what he held in his hands, an evil smile creeping over his face.
My eyes dart around the room. It has the workbench, table, leather chair, and two doors. One exit, the other must be a bathroom.
“Ahhh, you're awake. About time, now we can have some fun.”
“Who are you?” I scowl, my senses barely functioning as I try to reach out to my pack.
The demon’s eyes are devoid of color, just a lifeless gray pit of despair that sends a shiver racing down my spine.
“Your brother made a deal with me. Get him the pack back, and I could have my own fun here in this world.”
