My eyes pop open, and I blink a few times, the bright light slanting through the windows, blinding me momentarily. The wall in front of me is made of glass and offers a breathtaking view of the sprawling pine forest and the snowed mountain peaks in the distance.
It takes a few seconds before I can make out the room I’m in. I lift my head and realize I’m lying on a king-sized bed in a largebedroom, but I can’t move. I’m tangled in between Logan’s arms and legs. He’s holding me like he’s afraid I might disappear into thin air, his full lips parted slightly in relaxed slumber.
Swallowing hard, I bring my hand to the center of my chest and run it over the spot where Clayton stabbed me with the silver knife. The memory of the excruciating pain folds my lungs in two. But I can’t feel anything aside from the skin being slightly raised. My eyebrows pull together, and I bring my fingers to my right cheek where I should have a nasty cut, but again…there’s nothing aside from a line of slightly puckered skin.
How is this even possible? Well, I guess if I’m dead, then I shouldn’t have any wounds, right? But what is Logan doing here if I’m dead? Does that mean he is, too?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
A sinking feeling of desperation and then a sob, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Logan’s eyes fly open. “Ava, what’s wrong, baby? What happened?” His voice is gravelly and rough from sleep. He disentangles himself from me, pushes up on his elbows, and frantically searches the room.
“Y-you’re dead. You’re not s-supposed t-to b-be d-dead. I know I died, but I hoped that you would save yourself somehow.”
He pulls me into his arms with a deep sigh of relief and kisses my forehead. “None of us are dead.”
Sniffling, I saw my lower lip between my teeth. “We’re not?”
“No, baby.” He chases my tears with the pad of his thumb, wiping at my cheeks gently.
“Oh,” I whisper. I take a deep breath and let it out through my nose. “But, how? I don’t understand. He carved me up, and I don’t feel any pain.”
“After you blacked out, Kaiden arrived and killed the witch. Then Malik healed you. It took a long time for them to break through the wards the witch put around the cabin. Longer thanwe expected.”
“Malik healed me?”
“Yeah, I told you about his healing abilities.”
“Oh….so, is it over?”
“It is. The witch is dead, and we imprisoned the rogue.”
“Okay…that’s good,” I mumble. The sense of relief filling my veins gives me whiplash, though. I need a little more time to come to the terms that it’s finally over. We’re safe. Both of us. Thank God, baby Jesus, and every other deity out there. The tension in my muscles leaves bit by bit as I inhale a lungful of calming air, but then I remember the concert, and I jackknife into a sitting position, startling Logan. “Fuck! Chloe! I need to let her know I’m okay. She’s probably freaked out of her mind.”
Logan pulls me back into his embrace. “She doesn’t know the rogue took you. I asked our hacker to message Chloe pretending to be you. He told her you spent the night with me.”
My brain is too scrambled to think of the implications of that. At least she knows I’m safe. Still, I probably have at least a hundred messages from her. “Where are we?”
“At my house. We’re in my bedroom.”
Looking again toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, I say, “The view is stunning. I love it.”
“I know. Me too,” he says, but his burning gaze fixates on my face. Cheesy, lovely man. “God, Ava. I have never been more scared in my entire life. I thought I lost you.” His voice breaks while tremors wrack his body. My wolf and the mating bond are purring beneath my ribs at our close proximity. The desire I feel for him gets a new meaning when the euphoria that I’m alive in Logan’s arms registers. It makes my clit throb, hard. It also doesn’t help that Logan is only wearing a pair of boxers, his glorious, taut muscles on display, rendering me stupid.
For a moment, I consider jumping his bones, but then I remember how we left things before Clayton kidnapped me, soI say instead, “Listen, Logan…about the whole Jude situation—” I don’t get to finish the sentence because Logan traps me under his massive frame, with my wrists pinned above my head as he settles in between my legs. He thrusts his hard-as-steel erection over my aching clit. Instantly, I’m made aware of the fact that I’m not wearing anything underneath his T-shirt.
“W-what are y-you doing?” I stutter out. “We should talk.”
His half-lidded gaze is molten gold as his right hand lowers, fists my T-shirt, and yanks it off me, discarding it on the floor in tatters, while his other hand keeps me bound against the bed.
“Reminding you who you belong to,” Logan growls before he dips and licks at the seam of my lips. He pushes down his boxers. The moment his velvety skin meets my soaked slit, my eyes roll in the back of my head. The mind-numbing friction he creates as he slides his cock up and down over my clit is almost too much to bear. I can’t stop the loud moans that escape my mouth.
He lowers his face to mine. We are practically sharing the same breath as he nips my lower lip until he draws blood. A guttural sound of pleasure leaves his chest when he pushes his tongue into my mouth, gliding it against mine expertly.“Your pussy is dripping all over my cock, baby,”he rasps into my mind.
My pulse skyrockets with every thrust of Logan’s hips, the friction between our bodies, and the way he feasts on my mouth, bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
“Were you this wet when he kissed you? Did your pussy beg for his cock like it begs for mine?”Alarm bells go off in my head at Logan’s clipped tone. I know I should say something…anything, but I’m about to break at the seams, and all words are lost to me. All of a sudden, Logan stops thrusting, his lips no longer touching mine.
