"I knew it." His voice sounds thick with gravel.
"You... you knew?"
He drops the stick and closes the distance in one stride. He lifts me up, pressing my back against the door, hands gripping my thighs to hoist me high. I wrap my legs around his waist as he buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply.
"You smell different," he growls against my skin. "For the last week. Like milk and honey. Like mine."
"I thought you'd be mad. With the club... everything..."
He pulls back, eyes blazing. "Mad? Savannah, I told you the first night I had you in my bed. I told you I was going to fill you with my sons. Did you think I was just talking dirty?"
"Maybe a little."
"I don't talk for my health." He shifts his grip, holding me effortlessly against the door. "You’re carrying my child. My heir."
"Logan, we're at the store—Austin is right outside?—"
"I don't give a fuck who's outside," he growls, his voice a vibration of pure, predatory hunger. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, remembering the order he gave me back at the cabin. With one violent tug, he confirms I obeyed. My bare pussy is exposed to the chilly air of the bathroom, already swollen and weeping cream for him.
"My seed took," he murmurs, his eyes darkening to the color of midnight. He reaches down, his thick fingers tangling in my curls as he explores the wet heat he’s already colonized. "You’re already carrying my heir, and you’re still dripping for me. Like you can’t get enough of being bred."
I whimper, my head thumping back against the door as he finds my clit, his thumb grinding against the engorged nub with a brutal, rhythmic pressure. "Logan, please..."
"Please what? Please claim you again?" He doesn't wait for an answer. He shoves my jeans down to my knees and unzips hisown fly, his massive, corded cock springing free, purple-headed and pulsing with the need to reassert his dominance.
He lifts me by my thighs, pinning me against the vibrating wood of the door. He doesn't go slow. He lunges forward, his thick shaft buried to the hilt in one singular, devastating thrust. I scream into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his tongue as he begins to hammer into me. It’s primal. It’s loud. The sink rattles against the wall with every violent impact of his hips against my ass.
"You're mine," he grunts, the words timed to the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding. "This pussy, this baby, this life. All mine."
He reaches between us, his fingers finding the spot where we’re joined, his thumb working my clit into a frenzy while he pounds me into the door. The friction is blinding. I feel the exact moment my climax hits—a violent, internal shattering that has me clawing at the leather of his cut.
Logan roars, his body stiffening as he delivers a final, bone-deep thrust. I feel the hot, thick jet of his cum as he fills my womb with even more of his essence, his seed coating the entrance of my cervix in a hot flood.
He stays buried inside me for a long minute, his chest heaving against my breasts, his scent—musk, leather, and fresh seed—filling the tiny room.
"Mine," he grunts against my neck, the word a final, undisputed decree. "My wife. My family. My legacy."
Finally, he kisses my temple. "We're getting married."
I laugh weakly, resting my cheek on his shoulder. "Is that a proposal?"
"It's an order." He lowers me until my feet touch the floor but keeps his arm around my waist to steady me. His touch turns surprisingly tender. "We go to the courthouse tomorrow. Then we throw a party at the clubhouse so everyone knows."
"Okay," I whisper. I place my hand on his chest, over his heart. "Okay."
He covers my hand with his, then moves it down to my flat stomach. A look of wonder crosses his scarred face.
"A father," he murmurs. "I'm going to teach him to hunt. To ride."
"Or her. She could be a girl."
Logan smirks. "If it's a girl, God help the population of Pine Valley. I'll have to lock her in a tower until she's thirty."
"You'll be a giant teddy bear and she'll have you wrapped around her finger in five minutes."
He huffs but offers no denial. He pulls me into a hug, squeezing tight. "Let's go home. I'm done with work today."
"What about Austin? The ammo shipment?"
