Page 196 of The Cruelest Undead

He stroked his way out to her, and she was tucked into a cove in the grotto.

“Don’t,” she whispered, that need overwhelming her. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she could hear his heartbeat, and she was injured.

She was a monster.

A vicious one.

When he came up for air, he could see her shoulders and neck. There were vicious scars all over her body, and that horrified him.

Why?

It was because of him.

She’d saved him, and now, he was going to do the same. He was going to save his mate.

“What can I do to help you heal?” he asked. “You said you needed blood. Will mine do?”

God.

His was the perfect blood for her, but she knew what he felt about her.

Cerise was backing up until she was in shallow water that led to the ledge, and he was able to see her body.

She was beautiful.

Cerise had curves, and her full breasts made his mouth water.

God.

He wanted her like nothing he’d ever wanted before in his life. This feeling was so new to him, and he craved touching her.

She was breathing heavily, and he swore their heartbeats matched up. He could hear hers and his at the same time.

Mates.

They were mates.

Logan moved closer, putting his full faith in her. Somehow, he just knew she’d never hurt him. Like he suddenly had this overwhelming need to protect her, she would have the same.

When she moved back further, he was able to see her long pale legs and the junction between her thighs.

Jesus.

He was so hard right now.

Logan was pretty sure he’d never felt anything like this in his whole life.

Again, she warned him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Logan. I’m injured. I can’t fight the bloodlust when I’m injured. Back up. Go. Please. If I hurt you, I’ll never forgive myself.”

No.

He couldn’t.

“I’m your mate. Seth told me what it’s supposed to be like. If I’m your perfect match, then you won’t hurt me. I can trust you to keep me safe.”

Her body shook.

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