“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, pushing in another inch and then waiting, his body ready to explode.
“You won’t,” she moaned, widening her legs.
He looked into her eyes and pushed harder. When her pupils widened, he stopped and allowed her to adjust to his size.
“You are big,” she snorted, amusement adding to the hunger glimmering in the soft yellow of her eyes. She panted as she visibly tried to relax her body and take him in. “Just go for it.”
If he went for it, he’d rip her apart. “No. We’ll do this my way.” He should’ve given her a couple of orgasms first, but here they were. And he would not hurt her.
She clamped both hands on his ass and squeezed.
He growled, his fangs dropping low.
She arched her body up, but he went at his own speed, pausing any time her breath caught. She got wetter and hotter around him, loosening just a fraction, until finally she’d taken every last inch of him.
Thank God.
Once he was home, he took a moment, grabbing onto control. Like a lifeline. It was nearly impossible. He wanted to claim her, mark her so she’d always be his.
Her nails scraped up his spine and back down. “Logan,” she said, drawing out his name.
He rocked his hips, sliding out of her and then back in, going deeper each time but keeping his pace slow.
“More,” she whispered, leaning up and licking beneath his jaw.
Finally, he gave her what she wanted. Grasping her hips, he held her in place, and let himself go. Hard and fast, he pounded into her, knocking the wooden headboard against the wall.
Pleasure filled her face, and she lifted her hips to match him.
He drove deeper into her, feeling a change inside himself. A dark and mysterious filling of a void he hadn’t realized existed. He planted his right hand on the pillow next to her head, seeking relief from the demand of the mark. With each hard thrust, he pulled her further into a soul he’d forgotten he had.
Her heart beat against his, and he could hear its rhythm as if it were his own.
Her eyes widened. Her body stiffened. The orgasm took her, zinging against him, and clamping her sex around him with a strength that stole his breath.
His fangs sharpened, and he struck her neck, going on instinct. The taste of her filled his mouth as her body gyrated around him, keeping him inside her, her muscles contracting around him with their own demand.
He hung on to the precipice for a second and then fell right over, his climax shaking through him with a force beyond that of nature. His fangs retracted, and he licked her wound closed. His body was satiated except for the weeping agony on his palm. To be inside her and not mark her was a pain beyond description.
She went limp beneath him, breathing out wildly, her heartbeat audible in the room.
He ground against her one more time, then stopped, looking down at her flushed face. One thought struck him faster than a lightning strike. Oh, he was never letting her go.
Chapter 28
Mercy hummed softly as she stirred powdered eggs in a pan, the tune oddly fast-paced. She’d figured sex with Logan would be exciting, but that one word didn’t come close to the right description. Her body was tingly and a mite sore, and they’d only had one time. What could the hybrid do with an entire night?
She shivered.
It was a darn good thing immortals didn’t have to worry about diseases or unwanted pregnancies, because she hadn’t thought twice about anything but how good he made her feel. In fact, she wanted him again. Right now.
She stared out the window while she stirred, her body thrumming and her heart pumping a little too fast. It was a peaceful day, and she tried to draw that sensation into herself. The cabin was made for comfort, and the view was spectacular. The river rushed outside as the snow pack melted, churning white and throwing up spray. Pine trees on the other side led to a series of mountains, each taller than the last. The sky was overcast and the air misty, but inside it was warm and toasty.
Logan had gone outside to scout and gather more firewood. She suspected he was giving her some time and space after their wild morning, and frankly, she could use it.
She couldn’t let him die in the ritual of the Seven. But even when she regained her ability to teleport, he could stop her from taking him away. If she called in reinforcements, he’d just fight them and win and be angry with her again. The guy wasn’t leaving her many options. Okay. She was trying really hard to think of one option. Just one.
He stalked in the front door, the phone to his ear. “All right. Give me a minute.” Clicking off, he opened the table by the door and drew out a laptop, his gaze seeking hers. “We have a problem.”
