Page 43 of Reject Him

She moves her hands onto his chest, and her fingers curl until her nails bite against his skin. She begins to move against him, back and forth. “Fuck.” He wraps his hands around her waist and moves her a little faster, a little harder, until they both breathe raggedly.

Her lips find his again, and their tongues twine together, and when she cums, she moans over and over again into his mouth.

Water splashes over the side of the tub, but he doesn’t care. He moves her faster, feels his cock hit the top, and still, he moves her faster, harder. And it isn’t long before he can feel that tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine.

Of their own accord, his canines slide out, but he’s not the only one. Their kiss is broken by hers sliding out as well. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to his climax, and the urge to bite her grows stronger with each passing second.

“Eme,” he growls in a warning.

She searches his eyes for a moment then moans out, “Do it.”

“But-” Because this is permanent. This is something that cannot be reversed. He wants it. Oh, does he want it, but how much does she?

Grabbing his head, she gives him a rough kiss. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, Logan. Do it.”

He doesn’t need any further instruction. Continuing to fuck her, he nuzzles the side of her neck, and when she angles her head, he bites. His teeth slide in like butter, and he has to hold her against him. The bite is pleasurable, intense, and she comes undone, screaming his name just like he hoped she would.

He’s surprised when she rears forward and bites his neck. He’s even more surprised about the sensation. Every wolf knows that there’s nothing like the mating bite, but to experience it himself . . .

He releases her neck and shouts his climax. He comes undone inside her, slamming her down on him over and over again.

Breathing heavily, Eme rests her head against Logan’s wet chest. The sex had been mind-blowing, a far cry from their first time together. With their bond fully connected, she feels safe. All her nervousness and weary attitude are gone. She feels whole, complete, someone reborn and made new.

The bite mark on her neck throbs a bit, and she can feel blood trail down to her collar bone. She doesn’t attempt to wipe it away. With her shifter healing, it’ll heal fast. It won’t, however, get rid of the mark. The scar will always be there, telling of their bond.

All this time, she had been waiting for her fated mate, a man who would probably never come. And now she has Logan. She can’t fathom the idea of having a fated mate somewhere out there because of the bond she now shares with Logan. The dream of being in that other man’s arms feels like the ultimate betrayal. It makes her feel sick to her stomach.

She nuzzles deeper against his chest, and his wet hand tangles into her hair. “How are you?” he asks.

“Good.”

“Just good?”

She smiles against him. “More than good.”

A hum is his only response.

“Do you-” When she pauses, he tips her chin up so that his eyes can focus on hers. “Do you feel any different?” She doesn’t know if her revelation is her own or if he feels what she’s feeling too.

“It does,” he admits. “Like a part of me was missing, only I didn’t know it was missing. What about you?”

She doesn’t know how to describe it, so instead, she kisses him. “I love you, Logan.”

The smile he gives her could melt ice. “Funny you should say that because I love you too.”

She giggles, and he cocks his head to the side, a question on his lips. “At the beginning of the week, if you would have told me that I’d love you in only a few days' time, I would have smacked you and walked right back down the mountain.”

He lifts a hand out of the water and scratches his head. “I had my doubts as well.”

She props her chin against his chest. “Hm,” she hums then frowns as another thought comes to mind. “What do we tell the pack? Wayne, Val, and Draven are going to be so smug about it.”

He grumbles under his breath. “They’ll find out eventually. I have no plans on parading you around like a trophy.”

“Val will see the bite marks tomorrow morning.” She purposely doesn’t mention her father. He will find out eventually, but the thought of his pride only sours her mood. She’s still sore about him being here and his reason for being here in the first place: to see this mating through.

Logan kisses her forehead. “That’s tomorrow’s problem. Tonight . . .” He lets his voice trail off, wraps his hands around her waist, and lifts her from the bathtub at the same time he stands. Lifting her up higher, he wraps her legs around his waist, growling as he takes her to the bed.