Change of Heart

stalked, and I put out my hand, pointing at him.
    "When I say stop, you stop! You never listen to me."
    "No." He smiled suddenly, stilling, his eyes so soft, so warm that my heart hurt just looking at him. "I always listen to you, and watch you, and notice every little thing about you. So I know that what you need right now is for me to show you that you're mine. I need you to understand that you belong to me, and that I have the power, not you."
    "Logan——"
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    But his hand went up to quiet me. "I need you to understand that I'm strong enough for you to lean on because you haven't had that in a very long time. You need to depend on me, trust my love, and know that it's not going to break or change. I need you to surrender so you'll know that I can protect you from anything."
    Instinctively, Logan knew what I needed, like he could read my mind. And maybe he could. He was my mate after all.
    "So now... you better run," the sultry voice teased as he advanced slowly.
    But did I want to? Why would anyone run away from a walking, talking wet dream come to life?
    "Or you could just let me have you," he suggested.
    But that was much too easy. So when he dashed toward me, I ran into the sitting room that was attached to our bedroom, putting the small loveseat between the two of us.
    His eyes were narrowed in half, and the smile was wicked... I was more than willing to let the man do whatever he wanted to me. And even though we were playing, there was an undercurrent of emotion there that had my jaw clenching and hot tears welling up in my eyes. What would have happened to me if I had never found this man who understood me and how my very twisted brain worked? I bit my bottom lip to keep it from trembling.
    "C'mere," he said, bracing his legs apart, ready to dart whichever way I decided to run.
    "No, you c'mere," I countered, gesturing him close.
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    He put his hand on his chest. "Me come to you? You're ordering me around now?"
    "What is that?" I caught my breath, pointing toward the door.
    In the second that he looked I bolted for the door, but he was faster in human form and drove me into the wall, shoving me up against it, pinning me there. He manhandled me, which I loved, and I couldn't stifle the soft moan of pleasure as his knee pushed between my legs. He held my wrists above my head, and his chest pressed into my back. I shivered under him, and there was a very satisfied male chuckle as he kissed the side of my neck.
    "I could get away if I wanted," I boasted, my voice barely there.
    "If you wanted," he said seductively, his voice low and husky against the whorl of my ear, biting the lobe very gently. "Maybe."
    My breath caught as I melted in his grasp.
    "Listen to me. I am not like anybody who's ever had you before. I will never let you go. Do you understand?" His voice was low as he gently bit the back of my neck, swirling his tongue over the spot before he sucked hard.
    I nodded, loving this dominant side of him, the side that could hold me down if he wanted, while all the time I knew that he was not the kind of man who would ever hold me against my will. The heart of the man had dominion over his power.
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    your old semel, and your brother... none of those people are me. I own you, body and soul. You get it?"
    "I get it."
    "And you will trust me to love and protect you always."
    "Yes."
    "Good, I'm glad that's settled."
    The man picked the damndest times to drive home his point.
    "Now, you'll feel my love," he promised before he bit me again, sucking with greater force. "'Cause you need to understand that nothing and no one is ever going to change the way I feel about you. You're my mate, you idiot."
    I trembled in his arms, pliant, while he unsnapped my dress pants and reached down the front. My head was thrown back on my shoulders, my back arched, and he kissed my throat as he pulled down my briefs and spread my legs apart.
    "Say my name."
    "Logan."
    "Who owns you?"
    "You do."
    I was shoved forward over the back of the loveseat, and his tongue, impossibly long, impossibly strong, slid into my crease. I gasped because the sensation was overwhelming. It was amazing that before me, Logan Church had been straight, because the man loved all the same things I did, and apparently me being a man was of no