Page 80 of Short, Lethal & Claimed

“Don’t fucking care,” Logan said, wondering why he was trying to piss him off.

“It was hard not to sleep like a baby with that soothing roar reverberating throughout the house,” Tomas drawled, drawing his attention to find the little bastard smiling hugely.

“I will fucking kill you,” Logan bit out as he allowed his eyes to turn silver, giving the demon the only warning that he was going to get before he ripped his-

“Probably,” Tomas murmured, not really sounding all that concerned as he considered him. “You know what I’ve been wondering?”

“No,” Logan said evenly as he returned his attention to the bedroom door and-

God, he was fucking pathetic, Logan decided as he pushed away from the wall and made his way to the staircase only to end up biting back a sigh when the demon decided to join him. “How are you planning on getting around the blood bond?” Tomas asked as they made their way downstairs.

“We’ll handle the blood exchange through deliveries,” Logan said, knowing that he didn’t have a choice. Not after she’d consumed his blood. She wouldn’t be able to heal without his blood and he wouldn’t be able to do what needed to be done if he had to worry about her.

“That does sound romantic,” Tomas murmured absently.

“Fuck off, demon,” Logan said, making the bastard chuckle as he followed him into the library.

“It does bring up an interesting question,” Tomas said, sounding really fucking amused for some reason.

“And what’s that?” Logan drawled, searching for the copy ofHuckleberry Finnthat would bring this asinine conversation to an end.

“What are you going to do when she figures out that you’ve claimed her?” Tomas asked as he reached over and pushedHuckleberry Finnto the left until they heard a small click.

“There’s no reason that she needs to find out,” Logan said, grabbing the edge of the bookshelf when it swung free from the wall and shoved it open.

“You really don’t think that she’s going to have questions after last night?” Tomas asked as Logan headed down the dark staircase and-

“I heard her answering moan,” Tomas said, making Logan swallow hard as he thought about the first time he had sex.

He’d needed to destroy his blood’s appeal, so one night, he’d approached an unmated shifter at the tavern that had been watching him all night. Without a word, she’d taken his hand and led him upstairs to one of the rooms. As soon as the door closed behind them, she was on her knees, loosening his trousers and freeing his cock while he’d leaned back against the door, glaring up at the ceiling and hating every fucking second of it.

When she wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking him, he thought about Elizabeth, imagining that it was her small hand moving over him. When she wrapped her lips around his cock and moaned, Logan closed his eyes and nearly lost his fucking mind when the image of Elizabeth on her knees, begging him to save her, nearly dropped him to his knees.

So, he’d stopped thinking about her.

He’d focused on the shifter moaning as she sucked his cock, the rage that filled him every fucking minute of the day and lost himself in her touch. By the time she turned around on her knees and dragged her skirts up before placing her hands against the hardwood floor, he’d welcomed the small reprieve.

After that, sex became a distraction and was never anything more than a release until last night and he hated himself for it. Guilt should be tearing him apart, but the only thing that he felt was…peace. She was like a fucking drug that he couldn’t seem to get enough of and if he didn’t leave now, he was afraid that he never would.

“It doesn’t matter,” Logan said as he forced himself to keep moving, knowing that he didn’t have a choice.

The only thing that mattered was finally ending this.

Jill and the children were just a distraction, one that he would eventually forget about. They’d be better without him, Logan told himself as he made his way through the tunnel and-

“And what happens when she moves on?” came the question that had his jaw clenching painfully.

“Keep them safe,” Logan said instead, knowing that one day, his angel would move on and find her dream man, who would love her and the children more than anything and-

He fucking hated him.

When the demon paused by the stairs, Logan nearly sighed with relief as he quickened his pace, reminding himself of all the reasons why he couldn’t stay as he made his way up the stairs, through the office and-

Christ, she was beautiful, Logan thought, watching as the woman who was making it difficult to remember why he needed to leave, placed a wooden toolbox on top of the stall door.

“What are you doing, Angel?” Logan asked, watching Jill as she took her time sorting through the contents of the toolbox.

“Besides wondering why you’re still here?” Jill asked, throwing him a curious look before she went back to doing whatever it was that she was doing.

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