Page 46 of Shadow of Fury

“Please?” Logan stepped closer again, the heat of his body making her own respond in kind. His hazel eyes locked on her as he slid his hands into her hair, holding her face gently in his palms. “Wren?”

She shivered as awareness skated through her and she realized that he was waiting for her answer. She could say no. She could push him away. He was a good man despite the horrible things she’d accused him of and she knew that if she refused him that he would walk away. But her heart ached and her wolf whined and she was so damn tired of fighting something that felt inevitable.

“Yeah, we can try.” she whispered and before the last syllable left her lips, his mouth was on hers, breathing in her acceptance with a relief that nearly undid her.

He pulled her body against his and she melted into his kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. And she knew that this time there would be no stopping, no interruptions, no rules or excuses. This time they were on the same page and this was only going one way, forward, but they’d be going together.

Together they just might be able to build a future, but first they’d have to put the past behind them… starting now.

Logan hadn’t realized just how much he’d been holding back until he let go of his tightly wound control. He’d kissed Wren before but those kisses had felt like a battle meant to be won or lost. Those had been punishment and retribution.

They hadn’t been like this. This was different. This wasn’t about the past. It was about the future.

This kiss was just as wild, just as frantic and passionate as the others, but the connection between them was stronger now. He didn’t know whether the bond was growing deeper because they’d spent more time together or because they’d finally agreed on something, but honestly, it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that he could feel Wren now, like a part of him, and he knew she wanted this just as much as he did.

Not just kisses. Not even just sex. But the connection, the bond, that came with mating.

Wren opened her mouth for him and he plunged his tongue inside, tasting her and claiming his territory. He could kiss her for hours, days even. But she was busy multitasking. Her hands slid to his shoulders, pushing the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and while he was still struggling to free himself of it she was back at his undershirt, pushing it up and over his head.

Logan grunted but obediently broke the kiss to rid himself of the clothing. As soon as his shirts hit the floor he tugged Wren back into his arms. She tilted her head up and he tangled his hands in her silky black hair again.

Wren wrapped her arms around his neck and tiptoed up so their mouths were at the same level as he kissed her again. He loved that she was so tall, that he didn’t have to stoop to reach her lips. He loved the way her body lined up against his in all the right places. Her soft breasts against his chest. His cock rubbing against the V at the apex of her thighs. Her legs tangling with his as she pressed closer and fuck, he loved those long legs of her.

He released her hair and slid his hands to the back of her thighs, he lifted her and her nails dug into the back of his neck as she held onto him. Logan hitched her up and she wrapped those long legs of hers around his waist, making him groan. He slid his hands to her ass to hold her steady and gave a quick squeeze, wishing the little shorts she was wearing would disintegrate so he could get his hands on that warm brown skin like he longed for.

Wren did something with her hips, rubbing herself against him, and he stumbled but managed to stay upright. He felt the kitchen island at his back and turned them as Wren’s tongue tangled with his and a moan escaped her throat. He swallowed the sound and instantly ached for more of the sweet sounds she made for him.

He set her atop the cool stone of the countertop and Wren broke the kiss on a gasp. He chuckled when she shifted uncomfortably and glared. She was so damn pretty with her lips swollen from their kiss, her cheeks flushed and that fire lighting her dark eyes.

“Don’t you dare stop this time.” she all but growled at him and his own wolf snarled at the very idea.

“Not this time.” he promised, “But I can’t hold you up, keep us steady and get your clothes off all at the same time. I’m talented but I still only have two hands.”

“Men.” she scoffed, her lips curving into a salacious grin, “Never willing to ask for help.”

He started to open his mouth to warn her not to start a fight but the only sound that escaped him was a choked groan because her hands went to the bottom of her shirt and she lifted it up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she sat topless in front of him, making his mouth water and his teeth ache to sink into her soft skin. She was slim, with small breasts tipped in peach-colored nipples. Her stomach hollowed when she sucked in a breath and he wanted to lick her from the cute little dip of her belly button all the way up to that sweet spot between the twin peaks.

Wren dropped the shirt to the floor and reached for the waistband of the shorts she wore but he managed to snap his attention off her breasts and smacked her hands away. She hissed and he grabbed her by the wrists when she tried again. She struggled against his tight hold but he leaned close, pressing himself against her core and causing her to shiver.

“I want to do that.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, “Take off your own pants. I can handle mine.”

“No can do, thornbird.” He nipped at her bottom lip, “The second I drop these pants, I’m going to push into you so deep I’ll be part of you for the rest of our lives.”

“Exactly.” Wren reached for his jeans and managed to get him unbuttoned with her quick fingers.

He groaned as the sound of his zipper rang loud in his ears, “I told you I wanted you in a bed the first time…”

“Fuck the bed.” She bared her teeth as she gave up on his pants and instead began to shimmy out of her shorts and panties. “And fuck me. Now, Logan.”

Maybe it was the coarse words coming out of her sweet mouth. Maybe it was the scent of her desire, of his mate, that had his wolf snarling for more. Maybe it was her beautiful, naked body, so close to becoming his. Maybe it was the desperation in her voice or the surge of his animal instincts but his willpower faltered and he shoved his briefs down until his cock slipped free.

Wren immediately closed her hand around him and his eyes slid shut as pleasure radiated through him. Electricity pulsed between them and he shivered as she gave his throbbing cock a quick stroke. His own hands moved automatically, going to her ass again and this time, sliding her to the edge of the counter so that he could notch himself between her thighs. She lined him up at her entrance and he could feel the wet heat waiting for him just as he could feel her slight hesitation.

He paused, “Wren?”