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the length of him sliding easily in and out of
    my slick, clenching channel.
    It was not tender, it was bruising, and I was held down, like a
    mating, the rutting that animals did, until he was coated in a sheen of
    sweat. What changed it to more was his hand, morphed from the clawed
    version back to human, on my face, turning my head, lifting my chin so he
    could take possession of my mouth as well as my body. Our lips melded
    together, and heat flared between us, his desire and mine exactly the
    same—to be one. He demanded surrender, and I gave it. When I felt his
    hand grip my cock, just that much pressure over sensitized flesh brought
    my orgasm roaring up out of me in a blinding rush. My muscles flexed
    around his hardness, tightening all at once, hugging his shaft and wringing
    his shuddering release from him seconds later.
    He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed under him, both of
    us heaving and spent, panting for air.
    “Maybe you should take me with you from now on,” I finally said,
    smiling, turning my head to nuzzle aside his sweaty hair and kiss his
    temple.
    His body was shivering with aftershocks, my channel still rippling
    around him, holding him tight. “Maybe,” he agreed before he started to
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    I could feel his heart beating against my back, the rumbling of his
    laughter, and his throbbing cock still buried deep inside me. Every part of
    me was sated and satisfied, and even the part that rebelled against the bond
    of reah and semel recognized the claim that Logan had just marked in my
    flesh with his teeth and claws.
    “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    I shook my head as he pressed a hot kiss to the side of my neck.
    “You belong to me, Jin; every part of you, every piece is mine.”
    Yes. “Yours,” I agreed.
    The deep, satisfied male grunt made me smile.
    He eased gently from my body and rolled me over to my back before
    he lifted to his knees. I was naked, and so was he, from the waist down.
    “You look like I had my way with you,” he said, smiling wickedly.
    “You look pretty much the same.” I arched an eyebrow for his
    benefit.
    He pounced on me, and I was laughing as he kissed me, wrapping
    me in his strong arms, holding me tight as he took possession of my
    mouth.
    I kissed him back, tangling my tongue with his, tasting him, sucking
    and nibbling, arms and legs holding him tight.
    “Say it,” he whispered breathlessly, taking a gulp of air so he could
    kiss me some more.
    “Logan,” I gasped, panting, “I love you.”
    “And I love you,” he said, his eyes locked on mine, his fingers
    combing through the long, thick hair that fell to the middle of my back. “I
    love nothing and no one more.”
    I pulled him down for another kiss, and he chuckled into my mouth.
    “Mine,” he breathed, and I was.

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    Chapter Seven

    LOGAN had taken a shower after me, and so when he came out, I was
    again standing at the window, staring out at the night.
    “Should I have some food brought up before we leave for the
    airport?” he asked gently.
    “No.” I shook my head, my eyes flicking to his honey-gold ones.
    “We’re going home, we’re not staying. Don’t be anxious or panic or
    think we’re not leaving, because we are.”
    I nodded but said nothing, afraid I would dissolve into tears. I felt
    vulnerable suddenly, naked, because everyone knew what Logan had done
    to calm me and assert his dominance. I felt as though I was on display.
    He crossed the room and took me in his arms, and pressing my face
    into his throat calmed me, the steady beat of his heart soothing, his hand
    cradling the back of my head, so gently, so tenderly, drawing the first tear
    from under my closed lids.
    “Baby, look at me.”
    I tilted my head back and looked up at him.
    “There.” He smiled at me. “Don’t worry about anyone else; you’re
    the reah of your tribe, no one can understand your heart except me, and
    I’m the only one who matters.”
    But as everyone filed in and I saw their frightened faces, the wary
    looks, and the anger, I found that I had to look away. Even Artem, who
    had not shifted, looked scared.
    “Let’s go,” Logan said after a few minutes, having changed out of
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    sweater under his suit jacket. He pulled his wool and cashmere trench coat
    back on over it before he took my hand in his and led me out.
    Domin took care of my