Change of Heart

I smiled at him, motioning him over. "Don't be mad. Just come kiss me."
    "No. I wanna talk to you first."
    "I'll make you a deal," I teased. "You take off that shirt, and we'll talk."
    "Jin, I don't—"
    I put up a hand to cut him off. "Shirt first, talking second."
    His exhale was loud and irritated, but he pulled off the shirt, balled it up, and threw it on the chair next to the window.
    "Better," I said, walking over and diving onto the bed, rolling over on my back, making a snow angel on the covers.
    "What are you doing?"
    "I dunno," I said, letting out a deep sigh of contentment before I looked at him. "But you've still got too many clothes on. How 'bout you ditch the shoes."
    "This is not a striptease. I wanna know what—"
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    "Shoes," I cut him off.
    He growled, but he toed off his sneakers and then yanked off his socks. "Happy?"
    "Almost." I grinned at him, loving that he was now walking around in jeans and nothing else. There was never a time that looking at him wasn't a pleasure, all that gorgeous golden skin over hard, rippling muscles. "Now come lay down."
    He said something I didn't catch.
    "What's that?" I asked him.
    "I said, 'you're a brat'."
    "Is that all?" I pulled off my sweater before I unsnapped the top button of my jeans.
    "No." He cleared his throat, his eyes all over me. "You're beautiful too."
    "If I'm so beautiful, why don't you come lay down with me?"
    He coughed once. "Because I wanna know what they did to you."
    "But I don't wanna live in the past," I assured him, tracking him as he walked around the room.
    "No?"
    "No."
    "So is that it, then?" he asked. "You got all you insecurities taken care of now?"
    "What?"
    "You heard me. Are you done with the 'poor me' martyr bullshit?"
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    I stared at him, holding his golden gaze. There was a flicker of mischief in his eyes, the beginnings of the wicked grin that could annihilate me.
    "Well?"
    "Yes," I said with conviction, and I felt the happiness just rolling off me. I might have been glowing. "I know who I am, and I know who I love, and I know where I belong."
    "Finally," he grumbled, coming over to the bed and sinking down on it. I watched him crawl toward me, but when I reached for him, he grabbed my arm and flipped me over onto my stomach.
    "What are you doing?"
    His lips were on the small of my back.
    "Everyone's still downstairs, Logan."
    "No, they're not, but I wouldn't care if they were all in the room," he assured me, kissing and biting and licking up my spine to between my shoulder blades, each touch featherlight and scorching at the same time. "I will claim my mate whenever I want."
    The possessive tone sent a ripple of heat through my entire body.
    "And now I feel the need to mark what's mine," he said as he gently lifted me to my hands and knees.
    "Oh yes," I murmured, loving the feel of his hands as they caressed my back and then smoothed down my ribs to my hips. My jeans were eased to my knees and each of my legs lifted slowly in turn as the denim slid off me. The fingers that grazed my cock sent tendrils of pleasure pulsing through me.
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    "Claim you," he breathed, moving behind me, bumping the back of my head so I would let it drop forward.
    "Yes," I barely got out, my body aching with my need for him. "Please, claim me."
    "I will." His voice was like a caress sliding over my heated skin. "My mate, look how beautiful you are. You are irresistible to me."
    "Which is lucky, since no one wants me but you, Logan.
    You're the only one who claimed me and loves me and gave me your heart."
    "Because you're mine." He exhaled, and his warm breath made me shiver as he kissed back down my spine. "My reah, my mate... I didn't give you my heart... you are my heart."
    God, I loved this man. "Logan, please... put your hands on me."
    He moved fast, one saliva-coated finger sliding between my ass cheeks and deep inside me, his teeth sinking into the back of my neck at the same time.
    I couldn't breathe. It felt too good.
    "Oh, he likes that," he said, adding another finger, pushing in and pulling out slowly, sensually, licking the back of my neck. "Look at you ready for me... anticipating."
    It was torture, waiting for him to be inside me, and I told him so.
    He bit my ass, and I shivered at the same time as I felt his cock against my hole. I tried to lean back into him, but he held me still with his hands on my hips, making me moan as he