To Hell and Back (League of Guardians 1.50)

“You will always belong to me,” Logan rasped.

Kira exhaled a shaky breath. “I know.”

“They won’t claim you.” His eyes were darker now, not only filled with passion but tinged with fury and cold, steely determination. “I won’t let them.”

“I know,” she whispered again.

Logan stared at her for so long that her skin prickled with goose bumps. Her desire began to fade, replaced with fear of the unknown. Fear not only for herself, but for …

“I love you,” Logan said simply, and then he leaned forward and his lips parted hers and he kissed her with such gentleness that tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. “I will love you until the end of time.” His mouth moved to the corner of hers. “Until there is no breath left in my body, and even then”—he suckled his way to her earlobe—“I will love you.”

Kira’s heart hurt; it swelled and stretched until she didn’t think she could take it anymore. For so long she’d lived in darkness, and only this man had been there to keep her sane. He’d rescued her from the pits of Hell when she’d been ten and he’d come for her after she’d been murdered her. After she’d wandered the gray realm, alone, confused, and searching for something.

Him. Logan Winters. Hellhound. Savior. Lover.

“Logan,” she said softly, her hands in his hair. Gently she forced him away from her skin, until she could look into his eyes. “I didn’t live until I met you.” She shook her head, voice quivering with emotion. “Every breath I take is because of you. Every heartbeat. Every peaceful, wonderful thing in my life.” Her finger traced his lips and she couldn’t be sure, but the water that sat on his long lashes might have been tears. She leaned forward and kissed them away. “You’re everything to me, and I’ll fight until the end for us.” She leaned her forehead against his, chest heaving, tight with emotion. “You have to know that. Wherever you are, you have to know that.”

“I’m right here,” he said gruffly, and kissed his way down her chest, past her taut belly, until his hands gently pushed her knees apart. His eyes glittered and he looked like he wanted to eat her. They dropped to the juncture between her thighs, to the place that was warm and wet and aching for him. “I’m going to show you exactly where I want to be.”

He slipped lower in the water and knelt forward, his hands now firm on her knees, his dark head so close to her. Kira’s breat

hs came in sharp, heavy, spurts and when his mouth found her, when he suckled and tongued her clitoris, she fell back against the rock face, her body jelly. The heat was instant, the pleasure that erupted inside her intense. Made all the more erotic by the growls and animalistic noises that Logan made as he pleasured her.

He blew on her wetness, his hair tickling the sensitive area inside her thighs, and when he plunged two long fingers deep inside her, she squealed, loving the way he stroked and crooked his finger just so, finding that special spot that made her jump and squirm. The heat in her belly erupted and she leaned forward, groaning once more as her hands sank into his hair. She forced him back down. “I want your tongue,” she gasped.

He laughed wickedly and obliged.

Only when she’d come once more did he stop.

Kira looked down at him, satisfied but not satiated. Her gaze lowered, straining to see below the water, there where his erection strained. She knew the restraint he had. His muscles bunched along his shoulders, stretched tight across his chest, and his eyes no longer burned black, but were tinged with the very fires of Hell.

He stood. He reached for her, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw possession in their depths and her heart swelled knowing a man such as he wanted her. Kira Dove. At one time, damaged. Broken. But no more.

Logan brought her forward and as the water slid over them, her hands reached for his shoulders to steady herself as his mouth teased one nipple and then the other. They were buoyant in the water and Kira felt him, hard, against her. She guided her legs up, wrapped them around his waist, and sank onto him without waiting.

A smile touched his lips, even as desire fevered his face. Logan nipped at her mouth and murmured next to her ear. “A little anxious, are we?”

She groaned as his cock filled her. The sensation was exquisite and Logan held her in place as he moved through the water, eyes locked to hers. Only when he’d laid her down onto the soft bank of grass did he begin to move inside her. Long, slow, erotic thrusts. The kind that curled her toes and made her ache as he nearly withdrew each time, only to slide into her once more.

She held his gaze, kissed him hungrily when he bent forward, and matched his rhythm wholeheartedly. There was an urgency to their lovemaking, knowing they were on borrowed time. Heat pooled. It liquefied and rushed through her veins and all the while her hands caressed Logan’s straining muscles. His hard abs, his amazing butt. She cupped him and held him firmly and she murmured her love for him over, and over … and over.

The sun shone through the jungle trees, flickering across tanned skin and their wet naked bodies. As Logan rocked into her and she answered in kind, everything in her world was complete. It was perfect. And lovely. Achingly beautiful.

Sadly, she knew that it couldn’t last.

Chapter Seven

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LOGAN HELD KIRA so close that her heartbeat reverberated inside him. Her scent, that heady, earthy scent so unique to her, settled in his lungs, and for a few moments he lay with her on top of him, their bodies still joined.

He knew he’d have to leave her soon. Lilith would pull him from this in-between world only he and his mate could access. A world made possible by the blood that flowed in his veins—inherited from his mother. Blood that made him unique to his kind. Blood that would save Kira, if he was strong enough.

She raised her head and stared down at him, her slim fingers tangling in his hair. The scars at her wrists were still vivid, still raw and ragged, but it didn’t detract from her beauty. Her eyes were luminous, her smile hesitant.

“I wish we could stay here,” she said softly, reaching forward and kissing him in a brief touch that pulled such possessiveness from him. He knew his eyes burned as red as the blood that rushed through their veins.

Logan exhaled and sat up, cradling her in his embrace as if she were a child. He felt the pull and knew his tether to this in-between world was thinning. District Three was calling and his mind was slowly coming awake. Lilith waited for him.