Page 133 of Chaos At Second Sight

She offered a small zsmile, and mine instantly mirrored hers. Until I remembered…

“Yvaine, look, I’m sorry about Zelda…” Each syllable was equal parts pathetic and desperate. My eyes stayed on her as she drew closer. “If I’d known, maybe we could have—whoa, what are you doing?”

She straddled my hips, her shirt bunching up.

I sucked in a breath. Fuck, I could smell her.

“Just hugging you.”

“You a-are?” Did I just stutter?

“I am.” Her chuckle was music to my ears, her arms wrapping around my neck a comfort after weeks of separation. I sighed, closed my eyes, and dropped my forehead onto her shoulder.

Until she shifted and pressed her front to mine, not an inch of space left between us.

“Yvaine!” I stumbled back on all fours, palms sinking into the arranged twigs around us, my ass crushing the mossy pillow.

“Are you nervous?” She winked.

That alone sent my heart thundering, making me forget how sad I was about my mossy pillow.

“Yeah,” I rasped out. “I am.”

She ignored me. “You smell nice. I never noticed it before with my werewolf nose.” She crawled over me, giving me a flash of a cleavage, making V my new favorite letter. “Too nice.”

Yeah, definitely too fucking nice. I shivered, a new heat wave racking my body. I was as hard as the rock underneath us.

I shut my eyes and my nose, worried if I took another sniff I’d lose my shit for real, because she obviously wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Logan…”

I was almost lying completely horizontal now, the little temptress pushing down on me. I gulped hard, trying to contain a growl, shoving it back into my stomach.

Space.

Yeah. I needed to put some fucking space between those gorgeous tits and me. I needed to breathe and think. Couldn’t do either now.

“Logan?”

I ground my molars. Don’t. Smell. Her. “Hmm?”

“I’m tired of waiting.”

YVAINE

Logan went so still beneath me that I wasn’t entirely convinced he was breathing.

The top predator looked like a deer that had wandered onto a highway, and I was the giant truck about to run him over. The shock on his face was almost laughable. Werewolves usually mated within days of finding each other. This should be normal but…

Gently but firmly, he peeled my fingers away from his shoulders, one at a time. His large hands banded around my waist, and with one effortless lift, he relocated me a full foot away with my butt on the ground.

By the time I looked up, he was already retreating through the rocks like a wild turkey on the run, one hand clamped over his groin.

I leaned into a crouch and sprang forward. “Logan? Come back here!”

“Let’s talk about this for a minute, Bunny Doc⁠—”

“Don’t Bunny Doc me!”