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“Yes.”

“No!” I scream out into the space, my voice magnified by the echo, and he laughs again.

“I’ve missed you so much, Sweetheart. Why would you leave me?” Pain overshadows his voice, and I look around, feeling like I’m losing my mind.

“I didn’t leave you. We were never together.”

The sound of glass shattering swells around me, and I spin around, looking for a broken mirror, but I can’t find one anywhere.

“Why do you do this to us? To me!” he roars, and I spin again, searching for him as my skin prickles from his gaze. He’s here. And he can see me but no matter how hard I search, I can’t find him.

“You’re delusional. I was never yours.”

“Lies!” he screams, followed by the sound of more breaking glass, and I back up, my paranoia overwhelming me. “What we had was special, and you just threw it away.”

“I don’t even know you,” I spit, my eyes flying wildly around the space but he’s still hidden from me. My gaze lands back on the mirror directly in front of me, and I back up as his face appears.

Arms wrap around me from behind, covering my mouth as he leans down, whispering in my ear. “Sweet, sweet, Ali. You should know by now that I’m never going to let you go.”

Screaming, I shoot up in bed, and Logan is at my side a second later.

“Shh, Kitten. You’re okay. It was just a dream,” he whispers, rubbing a hand down my back, and I collapse into him as I start sobbing.

“I saw his face,” I say, reliving it in my head all over again. “He got me. He grabbed me from behind.”

Logan lifts me up and pulls me into his lap, moving my legs to straddle him as he reaches up and cups my cheek. “That’s never going to happen, Baby. Do you hear me? I won’t ever let that happen.”

The door flies open, and I scream as Logan binds his arms around me and mutters a curse, pulling the blanket up over us to cover our naked bodies. “Don’t fucking look at her. It was just a nightmare.”

I peek over at Fuzz and Blaze as they both give me sympathetic looks. “You guys need anything?” Blaze asks, and Logan shakes his head. They mutter an apology before leaving and closing the door behind them. As soon as they’re gone, my nightmare is in the forefront of my mind again, and I start to shake.

“Look at me, Alison,” Logan says, nudging me to lift my head and meet his gaze. His gray eyes are fierce as he stares up at me, giving me a little bit of strength as I take a deep breath and nod.

“Do you feel this?” he asks, pulling my hand toward him and placing it over his heart. My fingers dig into his broad chest as the steady thump of his pulse pounds against my palm, calming me. “It beats for you, and someone will have to put a bullet through this heart to get anywhere near you. I promise that nothing is going to happen to you, Darlin’.”

“I love you,” I whisper, leaning down and kissing him softly before pulling away again. “Each time you vow to protect me, I’m overwhelmed by how much I love you and how much you mean to me, but please remember as you fight that you are just as vital to my survival as the air that I breathe.”

He nods, hooking his hand behind my neck and pulling me closer as he claims me with a kiss. It feels like I’m being branded with his name on every part of my body for the entire world to see so they’ll know whom I belong to. If you had told me I wanted to be claimed by someone only a couple of months ago, I would have laughed you right out of my life, but now I crave it. I want him to mark me, and I want everyone to know that this man owns my heart.

I sink into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as his grip around my waist tightens, and he pushes me down on his erection as he thrusts up off the bed. Moaning, I place one hand on his chest, my fingers digging into his skin as I grind on top of him, and he lets out a long, low groan that sends a shiver rushing through me. My core clenches, and I run my nails down his back. He pulls away from my lips, his chest heaving as he gasps for air.

“You sure this is what you need right now?”

I nod, rocking my hips over him. “Please, Logan. I need to feel you.”

“You know I can’t deny you, Ali,” he whispers, capturing my lips again before scooting us up the bed so he can lean back against the headboard. I rock my hips, and his cock brushes against my entrance. I reach down between us and grab the base as I lower myself a little, rubbing the head against my clit. He hisses, and a soft moan spills out of my mouth as I do it a couple more times.

“You keep teasing me,” he growls, “and I’m gonna take over and fuck your sweet little cunt until you can’t walk anymore.”

I shiver and push his cock back until it’s brushing against my entrance before I sink down slowly. Once I get about halfway, I pull up again and slowly sink to the same halfway point before I pull up.

“Kitten,” he warns, and I grin as I sink to the halfway point again. He reaches for me but I manage to grab his hands as I lean forward and pin them to the bed. I won’t be able to hold him for long but I should be able to tease him a couple more times. Sinking down to the halfway point again, I hum and let my eyes drift closed as I pull back up. Growling, he tries to thrust up into me but I pull away, letting him slip out of me completely.

“This is your last warning,” he says, the gravel in his voice sending sparks across my skin as he looks at me with pure fire in his eyes. I wrap my fingers around his cock and line him up again before slowly sinking all the way to the base. He throws his head back, gripping my hips firmly in his hands as he groans.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to his neck, tears forming in my eyes when his stubble scrapes against my nose but I love it. With a soft moan, I stick my tongue out and drag it up his neck, and his grip on my body tightens, his fingers digging into my skin. I lift my hips, pulling off him slightly before sinking my teeth into his neck and dropping back down. Repeating the same motion a few more times, I kiss up to his ear and nibble on his earlobe as his hand slips into my hair. He fists it and gives it a tug, pulling my head back as I place my hand on his chest and rise up and sink down again and again.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groans, palming my breast as I ride him, my head thrown back and eyes closed.