Page 48 of Shadow of Fury

Wren didn’t need the reminder. She could still feel the heat of his mark as her shifter genetics worked to heal her so that all that would be left soon was the scar that told the world she was his. She could see her own matching mark on Logan’s chest and knew he was experiencing the same sensation. Plus, she could feel her wolf pacing beneath her skin, waiting for her turn to meet Logan’s wolf who was doing the same, waiting for their turn to make their claim.

Logan zipped his pants with a huff and Wren felt suddenly exposed in her own nakedness. She pushed Logan a little to get him to move back and he glared at her but gave her room to slide off the counter. When she landed on her feet she could feel the wetness between her legs leak down her thighs and from the flare of Logan’s nostrils and the way his eyes surged gold with his wolf, he smelled the proof of their mating in the mixture of sex and their scents too.

She felt a blush color her cheeks and glanced around, “Where’s my shirt?”

“Here.” He bent over again and snagged it off the floor, handing it to her.

He was still watching her intently as she used the old t-shirt to wipe between her legs. She cleaned herself up as best as she could and when she glanced back up and caught his jaw twitching she raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“That was your shirt. What’re you going to wear now?”

She rolled her eyes, “It’s my house. I have other shirts.”

“Yeah, well, I’m assuming you also have a bed but…”

“Oh, don’t start.” She snatched her panties and shorts off the floor and slammed one leg after another into them.

“What?”

“What? You tell me. What’s your obsession with getting me in a bed? We’re wolf shifters. Our animals have sex in the woods for crying out loud.”

“We’re not our animals.” He glared at her. “And forgive me for wanting to make your first time comfortable.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts and straightened her back, “Who says it was my first time?”

His eyes glowed gold with his wolf again and he took a step towards her before he seemed to get control and stop himself. He closed his eyes and sucked in a long breath. He let it out and when he opened his eyes again they were back to their normal, beautiful, hazel shade of greens and golds.

“Were you with others? Men who weren’t your mate?”

“How is that any of your business?”

“Because you’re mine!” he yelled but she only quirked an eyebrow.

“Wow. Possessive much?”

“Wren…” he started but she held up a hand.

“Don’t you dare get all high and mighty with me. You weren’t some perfectly preserved virgin. In fact, you shared a bed with my sister once upon a time, didn’t you?”

His jaw twitched, “Don’t bring Lark into this.”

The fury that had been slowly receding whenever she thought of him and her sister made a roaring comeback. She hated the idea of him with anyone else, even Lark, especially Lark. She hated that Lark had had him first when he was meant to be hers and she hated herself for the jealousy she still felt when it came to her dead sister.

“Bring her into this?” Wren scoffed. “She’s right in the middle of this, in the middle of us. She always has been!”

His voice got lower when her own went high, “No. This is about you and me.”

“And Lark. She’s part of this. You can’t convince me that she isn’t. She was my big sister and she was your girlfriend. You haven’t forgotten about her any more than I have.”

“Of course I haven’t forgotten about her. Fucking hell, Wren. What do you want from me? Do you want me to say that I still think about Lark sometimes? That I still wonder what my life would be like if she was alive? I do. I think about her because she was my first love and I thought she was going to be my mate and the mother to my children… but fate had other plans for her, for all of us, and none of it worked out the way I thought it was going to.”

Something inside Wren’s chest squeezed tight at his words but she kept her chin up because this was what she wanted. She wanted to fight with him. She wanted to take her anger out on someone other than herself. She wanted the truth.

“She was the love of your life.” She didn’t phrase it as a question.

“Yes.” he snapped and then seemed to realize what he’d said and shook his head. “No. She wasn’t my mate. You are.”