She will not run a second time...
Logan sat in a rocker on the front porch, watching the dark forest. He hadn’t been able to sleep, his wolf too much on edge knowing that the Greenhedge wolves might be looking for Reagan. The murder of their Alpha gave them every right hunt her down. Plus her scent taunted him. The sweet caramel apple fragrance filled every inch of his cabin.
Damn the female for coming back. Damn himself for thinking of allowing her back into his heart. Really he had no choice. She was his fated mate.
A snap of twig sounded to his left just before the scent of apples drifted on the breeze. His wolf growled in his head. Logan waited until the female came into view. “Going somewhere?”
Her spine straightened and her hands fisted at her side. Not turning to him, she said, “I can’t stay here. I’ve already risked too much, exposing you. They’ll go after your Pack.”
“If, and that is a big if, they are after you, it’d be to congratulate you for killing the monster.”
That got her attention. She faced him. “You’ve known he was a psycho all this time?”
Her anger lashed out at him like a physical clap. Snarling he stood and advanced down the steps until he stood inches from her. “I did a little research after you went to bed. From what Connor said, Mason was working for Onyx and was a wanted man by the Council of Elders.”
She jerked back as if surprised by the information. “I never knew.” She sagged and wrapped her arms around her middle. “I was too busy dodging his fist.”
“And plotting your escape.” He softened his tone and reached out to her. Relief washed away some of his tension when she didn’t pull away. “Come inside. I have a few sentries keeping a watch out.”
Without warning, she hugged him tight. Closing his eyes, he held her to him, relishing in feel of her body against his. No matter how mad he’d been over the years, he still loved her.
Framing her face in his hands, he kissed her. A low growl vibrated from her as if the she-wolf approved. Need rocked through him and he tore his mouth from hers. Without a word, he linked their fingers and tugged her toward the bedroom.
Easing her down on the soft mattress, he gazed into the depths of her desire-filled eyes. The flame they once had flared to life as if waiting for the moment when they would reunite. He ran his knuckles down her cheek and she shuddered. “I’m not going to let you go this time.”
“I should have fought harder to mate with you, or at least told you what had happened.” Her hazel eyes watered.
“The past is behind us. I don’t have the strength to push you away or to hold my wolf back from making you ours, forever.”
Realization lit up her features. A shimmer of hope formed in her expression. “Then don’t. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
He crushed his mouth to hers. A charged energy passed between, raw and hot. Her body under his felt too damn good, too perfect. He should have chased her the moment she left. However, things happened for a reason. Plus she came back to him.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he trailed light kisses down her jaw to her neck. A whimper escaped her and she tightened her grip on his hair. Her soft pants turned to moans as he gently bit down on the soft curve of her throat.
“I missed your scent on me,” he growled.
She pushed at his chest, then jerked at his shirt. “Too many clothes.”
Laughing he sat up on his knees and yanked his T-shirt off. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. With desire bright in her gaze, she ran her fingers down his chest. He gritted his teeth and held onto the small amount of control he had left. When she reached the top of his jeans and started to undo them, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed over her head.
With his free hand, he released his claws and smirked. “All your clothes will be burned. I’ll buy you new ones, because I hate his scent on you.”
“Then mark me.”
(c) 2015 LIa Davis
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