Page 64 of Chaos At Second Sight

“Look, I’m sorry for my jealousy. I just go rabid whenever someone sniffs around my mate. I promise to work on it and try not to beat people up for looking at you.” He paused. “That’s the most I can do. If they touch you, I’ll destroy them.”

“Logan…”

“What? You said relationships are about compromise. I’m compromising.”

There was still some work to do, but this was progress.

“Can we kiss now?”

“My brother’ll be back soon.” Though my hands had already palmed his biceps and my tongue had wetted my lips.

“Don’t think so. He’s probably jerking off in—” My palm slapped over his indecent lips. His eyes danced with mischief before he bit me.

I squealed. Then Logan cupped my face and kissed me. Not a kiss. A Kiss. My lips parted on instinct, and the deep, approving rumble vibrating through his chest was so strong I almost mistook it for turbulence.

My fingers sank into his hair as we savored each other after a day—too long.

“I hate it when you don’t let me kiss you,” he mumbled against my neck.

“If you hadn’t behaved like an insanely possessive animal yesterday, there would’ve been no kissing strike.”

His chuckle sounded deadly, but he stroked my cheek tenderly. “A possessive animal, hmm?”

The cabin lights dimmed around us as passengers snored, and the shadows sharpened every angle of Logan’s face, his smile wicked. He pecked my swollen lips and brushed his nose against mine. “Oh, Bunny Doc. You haven’t seen animal yet.”

Oh, I had. And he was fluffy, cuddly, and answered to Lucy.

Logan and I talked for the rest of the flight. Since Lachlan had returned to his seat, to Logan’s profound displeasure, we had to refrain from kissing. Or I had to stop Logan from doing it.

“It’s funny.” I sighed, tracing invisible patterns over the broad wrist resting on my lap. “My favorite book as a kid was this Scottish fairy tale about a Highlander turning into a lycan every blood moon to protect his people. He rescued his human princess from a vampire and turned her into a lycan too. Then an evil wizard cursed them because the Highlander had killed her lover.” I paused, my fingertip drawing tiny stars over Logan’s forearm and, for a fleeting moment, sadness tugged at me. These stars would never know ink or paper; they’d vanish the second my fingers left his skin. “I used to draw stars like this whenever Grandma read it to us,” I murmured. Logan hummed, watching every constellation I drew. “The prince was trapped in his lycan form during the day and could only become human again at sunset. The princess had the opposite curse—she was human during the daylight only. Their love was impossible, as day and night separated them.”

“And then?” Logan mumbled into my neck.

“They defeated the wizard and lived happily ever after.” I smiled, stroking his arm. Since we started snuggling, he hadn’t scratched himself once.

“Good.” He kissed my cheek, looking at me expectantly.

“Gran read us all sorts of stories. Princess Mononoke, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast. We loved it. Though some of those princesses needed too much saving.”

“And did little Bunny Doc dream of being the princess rescued by the Highlander?”

Something brushed through my hair. His nose? Lips? Cheek? Hard to tell with the sparks clouding my brain.

“Nah, I wanted to be the lycan! He was cool, standing on two legs and everything.”

“What?” He chuckled at my expression and adjusted me in his arms. “So…you’re saying you want to be treated like a lycan instead of a princess?” He raised a finger. “Careful what you wish for.”

“I want to be treated like both.” I met his gaze without flinching. Something predatory stirred in those pools of liquid silver.

I didn’t like that evil delight.

“What do you mean when you say Grandma read the stories to us?” he asked.

“She read aloud while we made heather honey together. Usually in the afternoons. At night we were always too exhausted.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved his hand. “But you said we.”

I glanced at Lachlan, asleep, headphones on, unaware that I’d just handed confidential information to his enemy.