Page 47 of Shadow of Fury
“Do it.” she whispered.
“Wren…” He started to pull away, to ask her what was wrong, but she wrapped those long legs of hers around him, locking her feet against his backside, and using her leverage to draw him forward.
“Logan.” she hissed his name as the head of his cock slid into her and he groaned with surrender as every thought but claiming his mate evaporated.
He pushed forward at the same time she pulled on him and they both gasped. Her tight, wet heat surrounded him and nothing had ever felt so good, so right. He sank into her until their bodies were as close as any two people could be. He held himself there as Wren’s body opened to him, adjusting for his size. He wanted to ask if she was okay, if he’d hurt her, but he was so far gone he had no way to stop them and when she wrapped her arms around him again and tilted her hips, urging him to move, he gave in to her unspoken demand.
He couldn’t deny her what she needed, what she wanted. He’d give her anything. He’d give her everything. She was his mate. His other half. His. Only his. She’d been made for him and damn fate straight to hell because she’d given them nothing but grief up to this point.
Now they could finally share in the exquisite pleasure that only mates could find together.
Logan gripped her ass so hard he knew he’d probably leave bruises but if she cared, she didn’t show it. Instead, she only responded in kind, digging her nails into the base of his neck as she forced his head down and his mouth to hers. He pumped in and out of her. Her body pulled at him with each retreat, trying to keep him inside, and he grunted as their tongues began a similar dance.
He felt his animal prowling towards the surface but he didn’t have the strength or the desire to hold the wolf back anymore. He was gone. Lost in Wren’s sweet body, in the way she responded to him and urged him on. He wanted her to be his in every way and he wasn’t leaving here until either of them was ever able to walk away again.
Wren broke the kiss on a whimper and he felt her body tighten around him. She was close and he didn’t stop. He continued to thrust, hard and fast, and when she cried out his name and began to convulse around his cock he buried his face in her neck and sank his teeth into the soft spot above her collarbone. She screamed, her head falling back, and he held onto her as he continued to drive her through the orgasm, barreling towards his own. When she snapped her head forward again, she bit him hard, burying her fangs into the skin of his left pec.
It felt as though a lightning bolt had struck him dead in the chest and he erupted. Hot come poured out of him, filling his mate, and his hips continued to thrust, driving his seed deep inside of her. It was instinctual. He didn’t even realize he was still thrusting until he felt the wetness between them and his body collapsed against her in sweet relief.
Wren caught him in her arms, letting him curl over her. She buried her head against his chest and they held onto one another in the aftermath of their mating. They were both panting, struggling for breath, and their sweat slicked bodies were sticky where they were still joined.
Logan wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, catching their breaths and regaining their senses, but as his breathing began to return to normal he became aware of Wren’s presence inside his head and his heart. He could feel her now. Not just a hint of the varying emotions she’d been fighting since they met either. He could feel all of her, as if she was an extension of his own body.
They were bonded now. Mated. There was no going back, no escaping it. Fate had worked her magic and between the power of their passion and fury, the mating heat, and the longing, they had finally given in. For better or worse, they were irreversibly linked now.
Which was when he felt the dampness against his chest and registered the slight shake of Wren’s shoulders. Thinking it was her cooling sweat dripping and the chill of the air overtaking the heat of their bodies, he pulled her closer and rubbed her back. He nuzzled her throat, licking at the mark he’d left there for the world to see.
“You’re mine now, my little thornbird. You’re mine and I’m yours.” he assured her but the shaking only grew worse and he pulled back, untangling them and using a finger to lift her chin so she had to look at him.
His heart sank when he saw the tears staining her pretty cheeks. She was crying. Her bottom lip trembled and he felt her twisting emotions like a punch in the gut. Worse then, he realized. They were definitely going to start out with the worst and not the better.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Wren felt him like he was a part of her. Because he was. They were one now in a way that only mated couples could be and it made her feel whole for maybe the first time in her life. It was a feeling that terrified her and left her feeling guilty and ashamed.
She had spent so long claiming that she would avenge her sister. She’d sworn that she hated this man. She’d promised herself that she would get to the truth before she let herself give in to the mating heat. But she hadn’t done any of those things and now she was tied to him for eternity and she still didn’t know if she could truly trust him.
“Shit.” Logan muttered as he stared down at her and she felt her hackles go up instantly.
“Regret usually waits until the morning after.” she lashed out and he jerked back in response, his eyes narrowing.
“I don’t regret what we did but I hate that you’re crying about it.”
“Crying?” She reached up and touched her cheek, finding it damp.
Wren blinked, surprised to find her vision clearing from what, apparently, hadn’t been the haze of great sex but rather tears. She hadn’t even known she was crying. Yet the evidence was all over her face and the wariness in Logan’s gaze proved it.
He reached out to catch a stray tear that dropped from her lashes and she smacked his hand away.
He growled, “Stop that.”
“You stop.” she hissed. “I don’t need you wiping my tears like I’m some kind of helpless heroine.”
Logan groaned, “How is it that literally everything and nothing has changed between us?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, we’re mated now and you’re still fighting me.” He reached down and grabbed his pants from around his ankles, angrily pulling them up over his hips. “In case that throbbing in your neck isn’t enough of a reminder, I bit you and you bit me so all the snapping and snarling at me you’ve been doing is pointless now. We’re mates.”