Page 16 of Bloodline Unbound

Sometimes the fantasy of it got the better of me and I would literally beg him to tear me apart. Thankfully he had more control than I did. I wanted it again now, though. More than anything I wanted him to brand me, wanted to feel safe with his mark on me. I knew he would protect me, but we didn’t know what was after us. If we might die anyways, I wanted to risk letting him have all of me.

I tipped back my head and offered my throat. “Take it.”

The groan he let out had goosebumps flickering to life on my skin and a heavy, pulsing beat forming between my thighs.

“I can’t.” The whisper was firm, agonized, and out loud rather than fed into my thoughts by his telepathy.

I didn’t mean to start crying. Caden sank against me, his hand cupping my face.

“I’m sorry. Logan, I want to. It’s just...”

“It’s not that.” I hiccuped. “I’m overwhelmed and tired and it’s not you at all.”

“We should sleep.”

“No.” I locked my arms around him and breathed him in. “Please. I need you. I want a little bit of time where I don’t think about anything else except for you.”

He planted a soft kiss on my lips. “If you’re sure.”

I nodded frantically and grabbed his hips, pressing him closer.

They were fucking again.

I sighed and flopped down on the hot tub cover. This time at least it wasn’t for Caden to mark his territory and make me uncomfortable. If Logan needed that anchor, I wasn’t going to begrudge her. Even if it did put me in proximity to these freaky-ass woods.

I knew some of the stories. Not many, but even if you lived under a rock you’d heard of Mothman and Bigfoot and other things better left unnamed. Even the shifters had no idea if what was out there was us or something…else. I wouldn’t be keen to wander into those endless trees in the middle of the night.

I switched over to my big-cat form to take advantage of the senses and the comfort of being big enough to deter most predators. I felt every whisper of the wind in my fur and whiskers. It was too quiet. Every rustle of some tiny creature was magnified by its rarity and made my ears twitch. Something bigger was out there.

It was hard to concentrate over the sounds Logan was making, but I did my best to focus on the woods.

I chanced a look back into the cabin. That was a fucking mistake. Caden had her face first against the wall, his dick in her and his hand between her thighs. Her dark eyes locked on me when I turned before they scrunched shut as she came with a shuddering, breathless groan.

Fuck.

I whipped my gaze back to the woods.

Everything was fine.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

More than fine.

I one-hundred-percent wasn’t thinking about bending Logan over the balcony railing to force her to make that same sound for me.

Nope.

Such a thought would never enter my head.

The lust washed away under a swell of guilt. I couldn’t think about her like that. Not after what I’d done…after what I’d let happen to Rachel. Caden still hadn’t forgiven me, and to be honest I hadn’t forgiven myself. I couldn’t repeat that mistake with Logan.

The wind called my name and all my fur stood on end.

Oh. Fuck no. I turned around and booked it right back inside the cabin. To hell with whatever state they were in, I wasn’t going to let something in that fucked-up darkness eat me.

Caden pressed Logan tighter to the wall and used his arms to shield her as I bolted into the room, skidding on the patterned carpet and taking out the coffee table before finally coming to a stop.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Caden snatched a blanket off the couch and wrapped Logan up like a burrito. He left himself naked. I’d seen his dick a million times growing up, so it never mattered.

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