Wrong Side of Hell (League of Guardians 0.50)

She opened her mouth but no words were spoken. He knew she didn’t fully understand what was about to happen. He grabbed her mouth once more and this time his tongue slid into her with a gentleness that made her moan and melt against his chest. She will.

He kissed her with a yearning matched by the need he sensed in Kira. Carefully he pulled her upward, into his arms, and he stepped out of the tub. He placed her against the countertop so that her back was to him and he held her in place, careful of her trembling legs.

Kira Dove might have been innocent in a lot of ways, but you’d never fucking know it by the way she tilted her butt and spread her legs. Logan growled harshly, and moved behind her, his crimson eyes claiming hers in the mirror that was on the wall.

Her breasts hung, swaying softly and swollen with need. Her mouth was open and her eyes were alive with passion. A small sound emerged from her throat—a cross between a whimper and a moan—and that’s all it took.

“Don’t take your eyes off mine,” he ordered as his hands traveled down her back to rest at the base of her spine. He pushed her forward slightly and howled as he slid his long length deep inside her body.

One smooth, sure stroke.

Warmth and tightness surrounded him, and Logan paused for a moment, sweat breaking out along his body as he fought for control. Her mouth was open as she gasped, and his fingers dug into her shoulders. “Open your fucking eyes.”

Her chocolate eyes flew open and he began to move slowly. In and out. Long, drawn-out thrusts that took him to the edge of control and made Kira whimper over and over, “oh my God, oh my God.”

It gave Logan immense pleasure to hear her cry out as he increased the tempo, and when his fingers crept around and claimed her clitoris she screamed, her arms bracing themselves against the countertop.

Their eyes locked together as he slammed into her, and though Logan would have preferred to take things slower, to worship her in the manner that she deserved, he knew he couldn’t do it. He was too close to the edge.

The walls of her vagina closed around him, tightly, and she clenched as her whimpers increased. He grimaced as his canines erupted and still her dark eyes watched. She was unafraid. Fearless.

He held her so tight that he knew she’d be bruised in the morning, but there was no going back. When he felt the pressure build—when his body strained and pumped and gripped—he roared and clamped on to her shoulder, biting down hard as the index finger of his right hand burned into her neck.

“Logan!” She screamed his name and he held on as she shuddered against him and climaxed. Still their eyes held. His body emptied into hers and he claimed her in the way of his people. He’d tasted her blood, fed from her soul, and marked her as his.

After several long moments, Logan felt her shudder and go limp in his embrace. He staggered backward and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead as he did so.

You’re mine, Kira Dove. I’ll kill anyone who would touch you.

Chapter Fifteen

IT WAS DAYLIGHT. The sun found its way through the thin slats of the cheap plastic blinds, and Kira gazed upon Logan’s face. He was asleep, his features softened, younger-looking. Thick coffee-colored hair crept over his eyebrows, and his shadowed beard could give any Hollywood hottie a run for his money.

He slept on his back, one arm flung above this head, the other still across her waist. Even in sleep his possession was absolute.

Kira moved her legs and stifled a groan. After they’d made it to the bed, Logan had proceeded to make love to her for hours. His mouth and tongue, his fingers and cock had given her more pleasure than she thought possible. The things they’d done . . . the things he’d whispered, of pleasures yet to be experienced.

She was sore and blushed at the thought of the tenderness between her thighs. Of the throb at her shoulder where Logan had bit her. She cracked her neck and hissed at the stab of pain there—the one that said she belonged to someone.

Kira Dove had been adrift for years and she’d found harbor in the arms of the beast.

“Are you all right?”

Startled, she glanced up and inhaled sharply as his handsome face came into focus. “I am.” Her brow furled and though she hated the dark thoughts that that lingered, she knew she needed to face them. “So, where do we go from here? I’m on someone’s hit list and I’m assuming my name is still at the top.”

His eyes darkened and he rolled over so that his head was level to hers. His hands crept along her jaw and he held her tenderly, though she sensed the anger that rode beneath his skin.

“No one will ever touch you again. Understand?” He bared his teeth and growled. “No one.”

Kira nodded, but in truth she didn’t really understand. There was so much she didn’t know.

“Last night you said that,” she paused and exhaled. “You said that someone named Bill saved me.” She bit her lip. “I was beaten to death, Logan.” She held her wrists up. “And save for these scars, there’s nothing wrong with me. Hell, the whole gray realm thing is hard enough to fathom, but being dead and then brought back . . .”

Her voice trailed into silence and she let him pull her close. She rested her cheek against his chest, listened to him breathe. Her fingers splayed across him. He was real and she would focus on that.

“Bill is an ancient, powerful creature.” His voice rumbled beneath her and Kira closed her eyes, content to just listen to him. “He’s the one who ordered me to bring you back from the darkness when you were a child. He’s also the one who sent me into the gray realm.”

“Why?”