Except…he’d tracked her to the cabin. Through the wild storm and crazy wind, he’d found her fairly easily. Apparently, it didn’t matter where she ran. He’d follow.
The Fae soldiers were her only chance.
She figured she had a ten-minute head start while he gave her privacy in the outhouse. Part of her wanted to feel bad about fooling him, but the other part wanted to laugh like a hyena over the look on his face when she’d said she had never had sex. She sobered, dropping her chin and running faster. He had been awfully sweet about it, though.
The demon had also been fairly patient with her. So far she’d kidnapped him, knocked him out, and now had fooled him.
A chill clacked down her spine. Everyone had a breaking point, and surely she’d hit his by now. Even though they were on opposite sides of the situation, it hadn’t really felt like he was her enemy.
She jumped over a downed tree, and the blanket caught. Swearing, she tugged the material free and loped back into a jog. The wind fought her, slowing her pace even more.
Had she pushed Logan too far this time?
As an enemy, a real one, she knew he was merciless. Cold and deadly. But she hadn’t seen that side of him, and hopefully it was in the past. Left back in the war that was now over, relegated to manila folders and computer files that no longer mattered. She shivered at what she’d read.
Faster. She had to run faster.
He came out of nowhere, somehow ahead of her, a solid form in a swirling storm. His legs were braced, his chest broad and bare and scarred, his eyes black with green rims around the irises. He looked like the hybrid predator he was rumored to be.
She shrieked and tried to stop, but momentum threw her right into him.
He used it against her and swung her up, lifting her against a tree so they were eye to eye. His free hand wrapped around her throat, pressing in, and he leaned toward her, his nose nearly touching hers.
She couldn’t move. Even if she could move, the look in his eyes would have stopped her in place. Stopped the entire world.
“I’m done,” he said, the words barely discernible for the grittiness of his voice.
Her nostrils flared and her chest heaved as she tried to take in more oxygen. As she panicked. She struck out and struggled, but the comforter trapped her in place against his body. He let her fight it out until she gave in with a sob, her eyes wide on his. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. The vulnerability of her position shook her.
“Got it?” he asked, squeezing just enough to threaten the flow of air to her lungs.
She slowly nodded. There wasn’t anything else she could do. He was so warm and she was so cold. So tired of being alone. For a brief moment, they’d almost been on the same side. Together. Her heart wanted that with a physical pang, but her head knew better. Soon they’d probably hate each other. That thought sliced through her chest.
So she kissed him.
She closed her eyes and went all in, trying to soften the impossibly hard line of his mouth. He went rigid against her. Murmuring, she licked along his bottom lip. He tasted of something unique—all Logan. Spicy and somehow sweet. She pressed closer, her arms finally freed of the quilt.
He released her neck and manacled his fingers in her hair, jerking her head back so suddenly she cried out and opened her eyes.
His eyes had lost the green. All of it. He breathed hard, dropped his gaze to her mouth, and then swooped.
It wasn’t a kiss. She didn’t have a word for what it was. His lips took hers with a fierceness that surpassed the storm whipping around them. Deep and hard and pissed, he took her over. Absolutely. There was a rawness to his kiss, a sheer fury, that should’ve frightened her. But the deeper he went, the more she wanted. She kissed him back, trying to follow, finally letting him take what he wanted.
And he wanted everything.
The wind shook loose the comforter, and it dropped to the ground to be swept away. Logan moved in closer against her, the hard length of him trapping her in place. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the strength in every inch.
He pressed against the apex of her legs, a male demand with no subtlety. She moaned into his mouth, her thighs lifting to bracket his. Never in her life had she felt like this. Whatever this was. It was beyond comprehension or description.
She just knew she wanted more.
He released her mouth to let her breathe, his hold stronger than ever. Fangs slid down in his mouth, glinting in the darkened night.
She gasped, fascinated.
He tugged her head to the side, firm and relentless. Her hands plastered themselves against his chest, and she tilted even more. Curiosity and a burning need throbbed through her so quickly it hurt to keep her eyes open. But she had to watch.
His strike was faster than even she could track. The sharp points slashed into her neck, going deeper than she would’ve imagined possible. He pierced nerves, muscle, and struck bone, claiming a place in her she hadn’t realized existed. Desire flooded her with a sharp intensity that cut deep. Her head rolled back, and her eyelids fluttered closed.
