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how
    careful he was being. ―Just fuck me… please.‖
    ―Jin—‖
    ―Hard, Logan,‖ I begged him, trying not to whimper. ―Please.‖
    The gel-slicked hand on my shaft tightened, milking me with firm
    strokes that had my body convulsing in seconds.
    ―Logan!‖
    He lifted my hips, changing his angle, and I was impaled so hard, so
    deep, that just the motion triggered my roaring orgasm. Usually I felt the
    tell-tale signs, heat built, my balls ached, my body tightened, but all it took
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    was Logan slamming into me, exercising his power over me, demanding
    my submission as well as showing me his absolute love, and I came hard
    and messy, my spend running over his fingers, to his absolute delight.
    ―Look what I do to you,‖ he said, and his eyes were sparkling in the
    darkness.
    I moaned out my agreement.
    ―You feel so good wrapped around my cock.‖
    I tried to draw him completely inside, under my skin, my arms, my
    legs tightening, the muscles in my ass clenching, holding him inside my
    contracting channel.
    ―Jin.‖ He gasped my name before his head fell back as he thrust
    forward, the flood of warmth letting me know, if the shivering did not, that
    the man had found his release.
    ―Come here.‖

His head lifted, and he was looking at me through clouded eyes.
    I held open my arms, and he collapsed down on top of me, cheek to
    cheek as we rode out the shuddering aftershocks of our orgasms.
    As soon as I could get air into my lungs, I turned my head and kissed
    the stubbled jaw. ―You sure you don‘t wanna date me? I cook.‖
    Heavy sigh, warm breath on my face before his lips touched mine.
    The kiss was rough and hungry, devouring, and burned right through me.
    No had ever kissed me the way Logan Church did, possessively and
    tenderly at the same time.
    I breathed him in, sinking down into the bed.
    ―You‘re a terrible cook,‖ he said as he lifted his lips just barely from
    mine.
    ―I have other talents.‖
    A rumble came from deep in his chest, a sound he only ever made
    when we were alone. ―You know you‘re mine.‖
    ―Yes, Logan.‖
    ―Then okay,‖ he said with a chuckle, lifting up, easing slowly out of
    my body only to collapse at my side. ―I‘ll date you. You wanna go to
    Cairo with me?‖
    The man had obviously missed the part about dinner and a movie.
    ―We can run under the moon together beside the pyramids,‖ he said
    before he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me to his massive frame,
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    notching my head under his chin as he held me tight to his heart. ―Just you
    and me.‖
    I would have tried to talk, would have tried to move or breathe or
    something, but as it was, the man had overwhelmed me, and all I could do
    was lie there in his arms and let him hold me, marveling at the love that
    lived in my mate.

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    Chapter 4

    THE heavenly smell of coffee brought me up from the deep recesses of
    sleep to find that I was once again alone in my bed. I rose after a few
    minutes, pulling on sweats and a T-shirt, not ready to shower yet, needing
    caffeine and food first. I went downstairs, yawning the whole way, and
    almost pushed on the kitchen door but stopped when I heard voices on the
    other side.
    ―You should just tie him up and tell him what‘s gonna happen,‖ I
    heard Mikhail‘s deep, smoky voice, still full of gravel; he had not been
    awake long. ―He is your reah, Logan, you‘re not his. You make the rules.
    You tell him what he can do and where he can go and whom he may see.
    He lives and dies at your command.‖
    There was a snort of laughter. ―Really. Lives and dies, you say.‖
    ―Christ, I knew it was stupid even while I was saying it.‖
    I heard Logan‘s laughter, warm, rich, and just the sound made my
    pulse go wild.
    ―We both know he should—‖
    ―I know what he should do, but between that and what he will do…
    there‘s no telling.‖
    ―I confess that I don‘t understand the tact you take with him. He is,
    after all, as I‘ve said before, your reah. You simply need to tell him what
    to do.‖
    Deep male grunt that I would know anywhere. ―Is that right? Tell
    Jin, order Jin… that‘s gonna work?‖
    ―Logan—‖
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    ―You may be the sylvan of this tribe, but you don‘t know anything
    about my reah. If I want to keep him, and I do, then denying him his
    freedom to make his own choices is the biggest mistake I can make.‖
    ―But you‘re the semel of our tribe, Logan.