Wrong Side of Hell (League of Guardians 0.50)

“Room.” She finished on a whisper.

“Yeah,” he growled. “That’s the point.”

LOGAN’S HEART RAMMED against his chest and the beast that lurked beneath his skin stirred painfully. His cock was hard and he shifted in an effort to alleviate the discomfort.

The urge to mate—to mark her as his—was strong, and he hissed, his teeth clamped together tightly, his jaw aching from tension. If it was anyone other than Kira with him now, he’d lose the fucking conscience, grab hold of the selfish bastard inside, and take her now.

She stared at him with those large exotic eyes full of fear, confusion, and yes, desire. He wanted to grab hold of her—press her naked breasts against him while he tasted the inside of her mouth. He wanted to part her legs and eat from the very center of her body. He wanted to lick and plunder and ease the ache in his cock.

He wanted Kira for himself with a need and an urgency that was unlike any other he’d ever felt. Suddenly things were clear in a way he’d never imagined. He’d wanted her all along. Even without Bill’s whispered words. Without the League. In that moment he knew he’d never have left Kira.

He wanted her in every way imaginable and he would never let her go.

He would kill any who dared to take her from him. He would die for her.

Gone was the smile from his face. There was no way in hell he could keep up that façade. In its place was the hungry beast that existed inside his soul. The one that wanted to devour, to taste, and to touch. To control.

A low growl escaped him. The one that wanted to claim.

Her tongue darted out, a tasty pink treat that slid along her lips, leaving them soft and wet in its

wake. His teeth glistened in the gloom as he slid forward and reached for her.

Kira didn’t resist. She opened her mouth—to speak? He didn’t know and he didn’t care. Logan’s right hand sank into the back of her head as he urged her forward and he took her mouth with a ferocious intensity that shocked him.

As his mouth opened and his tongue thrust inside her warmth, the primal nature that was the very heart of him cried out. Mine. He felt it in every fiber of his being.

Kira groaned beneath his onslaught and he moved her, bringing her between his legs, settling Kira’s around his waist as the warm water lapped at their sides and slid over skin that was heated.

“Mine,” he said fiercely against her mouth. The taste of her was exquisite. Honey and sunshine. Softness and passion—it filled every pore in her body. When he pulled away and gazed at her pale body against his dark skin, he saw through the veil, through that thin grasp of this human reality, and he reveled in the golden warmth of her spirit and soul as it glided over his flesh.

Her eyes widened as she followed his gaze. “Oh,” she breathed.

His eyes flattened to a lead gray color. “Can you see that?” His voice rough and harsh, barely got the words out.

Kira nodded and ran her fingers along his forearm, and then crept up his chest. His hands slid down her back to settle on her butt and he pulled her against his straining cock as his mouth claimed the turgid nipple that dangled in front of him like a plump cherry.

She arched her back and whimpered as he kneaded and sucked and used his tongue to taste. With one nipple already claimed, he held her in place, his free hand sliding downward. He paused—feeling her tense as he slowly sank his fingers between them—and the moan that escaped when he brushed against her clitoris nearly drove him insane.

“Mine,” he whispered again as he broke free of her breast and pulled her mouth into his once more. She matched his passion with an intensity that should have surprised him, but didn’t. Kira Dove may have been human but there was nothing ordinary about her.

“Logan, I’ve never—”

His fingers sank deep within her and she swore, “Oh, God,” squirming against him, her hands and mouth searching, desperately trying to alleviate the need he sensed.

When a searching hand found his cock and gripped it along the head, he stopped. Fuck, he needed to get a grip or he was gonna blow early.

“Hold it. We gotta slow down.” He whispered against her mouth.

“I can’t.” Kira stared down at him, her mouth bruised from his, her pale cheeks now flush with passion that he owned. Passion that he felt and shared. “I feel like I’m coming apart.” She ground herself against him, her hand massaging the long length of his cock with a reckless abandon that made him harder than he already was.

He shifted and brought her head close. He inhaled her arousal. She was all around him. Inside him. He saw his feral need reflected in the glittering pools of her eyes.

“I’ve never wanted anyone before.” She whispered hoarsely. He saw the pain and growled in anger, but her fingers across his lips silenced him. She shuddered and moaned. “Mergerone took my innocence and for a while my grip on reality.” She was panting now, small animalistic sounds falling between her words as she continued. “But he never got close to the part of me that’s alive right now.” His fingers moved inside her, slowly and methodically, as she widened her legs and began to writhe. “The part of me that you awakened.” She exhaled. “The part of me that belongs to you.”

Logan snarled at her words, inflamed with passion and the need to claim. He gripped her head hard as the beast shifted beneath his skin. In her hands his cock swelled even more and he barely got the words out, so hard did he have to concentrate on keeping control.

“From this moment on you are mine.” His eyes glowed crimson and the savagery of his animal flickered within their depths. “I will not touch another from this day forward. Do you understand what that means?”