Page 84 of Chaos At Second Sight

Fingers curling around his shoulders, I tipped my head back, eyes shutting, shivers rippling through me… It’s happening.

When something cold settled on my skin, my eyes fluttered open and my fingers found the half-moon necklace.

He’d fastened it around my neck.

A mark, just not the one I needed the most.

“I’m sorry for throwing it at you.” I twirled the pendant. “I love the neck⁠—”

His mouth claimed mine.

Strong hands cradling my face, he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving past my lips. I welcomed him, tangling my tongue with his, losing myself more and more.

More. I wanted more of Logan. Of us.

My mate breathed heavily. The wave of lust that stirred inside me grew exponentially, the sparks turning into actual fireworks. He ran a hand up my back, tracing the dip of my spine. I shivered when he touched me around the band of my ribs, his thumbs dragging along the underside of my breasts.

I wanted him. I wanted to mark him as mine. I wanted to seal our bond in the most ancient but natural way for us werewolves.

Though, he didn’t do any of that.

With a low growl, he pulled back and looked away.

“Do you want to get changed?” He cleared his throat. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

Still dazed, I nodded.

Not letting my bitterness ruin our evening, I rummaged through my bag. Logan scratched his arms and neck again.

“Oh shoot.” I’d left my pajamas in my third bag…in the car.

“I can go get it. Or give you a shirt.”

“I’m from Comet. I might burst into flames!” I joked. “I’d rather sleep naked!”

Logan’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a rough murmur. “That also sounds good.”

After minutes of us blushing, smiling, and me explaining the benefits of flossing while getting ready for bed, Logan, in pajamas that looked new, went to fetch us some water. All giddy, I sat on the massive bed with a book in my lap.

His phone vibrated on his desk for a minute. I returned to my reading as a second call came through.

I didn’t want to peek, but when it buzzed a third time, curiosity won.

The screen displayed three missed calls from DON’T CALL HER.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

YVAINE

Itilted my head at my cappuccino and the coffee art on top—little white hearts framing a teddy bear’s face.

“That’s almost too cute to drink.” Who knows how long it took the barista to make?

“I can always take a picture of you and the cappuccino before you destroy it.”

I looked up, grinning at Teresa over the rim of her chai latte. “No thanks.” Two minutes earlier, we’d mildly laughed about three students who had spent twenty minutes photographing their drinks. Their hot coffees had probably become iced coffees.

I wrapped both hands around the mug, letting the warmth seep into my numb fingers.