I push from the bed and stalk over to her. She spins to face me, fuming. She opens her mouth to speak, but I grab her face in my hands, and swoop down, taking her mouth with mine. When our lips meet, she melts almost instantly into my arms. Her hands wrap around my neck, fingers threading through my hair. Her lips on mine spark a flame inside of me, and I pull her flush against me. I devour her mouth, taking every last breath until we’re both pulling away, panting.
Her bluish eyes are blazing with desire, mirroring my own. Her voice is soft when she speaks. “You deserved better. So much better.”
I reach down and wrap my hands behind her thighs and lift her into my arms. Salena’s long legs wrap firmly around my waist, and I walk us back to bed.
She was still wrapped around me when I put my knee on the bed then my hands, crawling to the middle of the bed. My lips drop to her, and she opens her mouth immediately. I fucking love how responsive she is to my touch. She seems to crave me as much as I do her.
I reach between us and tear the side of her underwear. Her small gasp makes my cock twitch. I tear them off her and push down my boxers.
“So your underwear stays in one piece, I see.” She smirks.
I don’t answer, just roll my hips, sliding into her. She is warm, wet, and tight. She fits me perfectly. My hands grab her wrists and pin them above her head, holding them firmly in place. I pull all the way out and thrust back in hard, drawing a gasp from her. I do it again, relishing in the feel of her tight pussy. My hand tightens around her wrist as I pick up my pace, her soft moans driving me even more insane.
My hands release her wrists, and one slides under her back. I wrap my hand around her silky hair and pull downward, making her back arch off the bed and exposing her neck, her breasts pressed firm against my chest. I have this unexplainable need to mark her, to bite her. Without warning, I bite down hard on her neck, a deep growl rumbling from my chest. Her hands reach up, delving into my hair to hold my mouth to her neck.
My hips drive into her, my pace unrelenting.
“Logan!” she screams.
I feel her body start to quiver and pulse around me.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling back to cover her mouth with mine as we move, riding out our orgasm together.
ChapterTwenty Two
Salena
Fireburnsthroughmeat what Logan went through at such a young age. I want to find his parents and shred them to pieces for this. For leaving their little boy like that. Fuck.
It’s no wonder he’s so closed off and keeps his emotions so tightly locked away. I would, too, if it were me. To be abandoned that way would hurt far deeper than any of the wounds on his body.
Sleep doesn’t come easy, even though I’m thoroughly worn out. Logan has stamina, that’s for sure. I’m still not sure of what happened the night of Riley’s death, but I have a feeling his scars were a part of it. Whatever happened, Whatever he saw, it haunts him every day.
I lie here watching him for the longest time. I’m not sure when I fall asleep, but it isn’t a pleasant one. My mind spinning around Logan’s heartache, I wish I could take it all away.
“Wake up, baby,” Logan whispers across my lips.
At his softly spoken words, my eyes blink open, adjusting to the sunlight creeping through the window. Logan is leaning over me, warm hands sliding down my sides, his fingers lifting my tank top. He glides it up, his fingers caressing my skin as he goes. My back arches to allow him to slip it over my head. He takes advantage of my position, his hand smoothing over my stomach and sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb running over my nipple. Then he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, drawing a groan from me. I savor the touch, my hands running over his abdomen and chest.
His mouth descends on mine and our tongues stroke each other. Hunger deep and primal rushes through me. I need him, I need more. I clamp my legs around his waist, urging him closer.
His head pulls away just enough to gaze into my eyes. “Fuck, I love touching you. You’re like the sweetest addiction. I would go absolutely mad if I couldn’t touch you.”
I run my hand over his jaw and smile. “I love touching you, too.”
Desire fills his eyes, making them change color, then his mouth crashes down on mine again, the kiss lighting a fire deep within me. He releases a deep raw sound that vibrates through my soul, taking hold of me and setting me on fire. Our kisses become harder, more possessive, and I cling to him. Our underwear is discarded without breaking our kiss. Then he’s inside of me, hard and thick. My hips move in rhythm with his as he pushes all the way in and slides out. He braces his arms on either side of my shoulders as he continues to thrust into me, our eyes never leaving each other’s. It seems different this time, our emotions mingling and intensifying. I can’t look away.
His hands move, pinning my hips to the bed as he thrusts harder into me. My legs wind tighter around him, holding him closer. I feel my canines tingle, and my orgasm hits me without warning, Logan following, his hips slowing, savoring the feeling. My eyes slide over the scars on his face, and I lean up, placing a soft kiss on his heart. His scent surrounds me, filling me. He rolls off me and onto his back, pulling me with him. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. Our heartbeats race and I listen closely as they settle into the same beat together. A slither of guilt works its way into my chest. I need to tell him about me. About the pack. About our bond.
What if he rejects me? What if he thinks I’m crazy? Or worse, hates me? I couldn’t bear it if he looked at me with contempt or distrust.
Chapter Twenty Three
Logan
Icanfeelallthe muscles in her body tense, her anxiety filling the air around us, and I tighten my embrace. I’m scared that any minute I will wake, and this will all have been a dream. I don’t want to let her go. She chases away the darkness that has been my constant companion since that terrible day when I was five. Salena gives me a sense of hope. The kind of hope that lets me feel like I can finally breathe.
For so long, I have been terrified to let anyone in. But with her, it’s different. The thought of losing her like I did my family makes me want to tear the world apart. I feel the weight of the day ahead, knowing I have to leave for work soon. First, I need to go back home and change.
