Page 52 of The Cursed Wolf King

“You’ll make me pay,” Logan finished, his lips twitching into the barest hint of a smirk. “Got it.”

I glared at him, the spark of anger reigniting enough to keep me upright. “Damn right, I will.”

Without another word, Logan opened the compartment of his bike, put the helmet on me and adjusted it. His touch was tender, as if he were tying a child’s shoelace.

He swung his leg over the bike and cocked his head to the side. I hesitated, my pride warring with practicality, before finally giving in, climbing on, and gripping the edge of the seat.

This wasn’t freedom. Not yet. But maybe it was the first step toward something that could be.

“You’d better hold on to me.” Logan wrapped my arms around his waist, and I instantly calmed behind him. I still hated that he had that effect on me… but I didn’t hate this feeling.

Not one bit.

His body responded. His abs tensed under my touch and he let out a quick breath. I fluttered myhands across his chest and midriff, trying only to find a place where we could both forget that we were this close.

My hand grazed his cock. Thick and hardening. I held my breath at its throbbing presence.

“Let’s go,” he rumbled, and we were off like a flash. I’d never been on a bike before, so any curiosity about what was happening in him would have to wait.

I held on to him for dear life.

25

LOGAN

Eve sat close behind me on the bike, her body an extension of my own, and I couldn’t escape. The wind whipped past us, but it couldn’t cut through the heat radiating from her. She held on tight, and it drove mecrazy.

Crazy with desire. Crazy with a primal need like I had never felt in my life. Crazy with the craving to lay her down in the leaves and claim her that second.

Every time she shifted slightly, her fingers tightening, my wolf purred in anticipation, clawing at my control. My body betrayed me too, reacting to her nearness in ways that were as instinctual as they were maddening.

I constantly adjusted myself in my seat with a fruitless aim to hide my erection. I tightened my grip on the handlebars, forcing my focus back on the road ahead.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who kidnapped me,” she muttered, her voice low but reaching me over the roar ofthe bike. My whole being was attuned to her like she was the only thing that mattered.

I didn’t respond. Words felt too dangerous.

My wolf wanted to stop, to turn around and reassure her. I pushed him down. She didn’t want my words—not the ones I could give her. And besides, what was I supposed to say? That I didn’t have a plan? That I was barely holding on?

Her fingers dug into my sides and she sighed, as though my silence was answer enough. She shifted again, brushing against my body in ways that made my control slip, inch by inch, and I was sure every part of me was on fire.

The trees blurred past us, Orion’s towering evergreens rising in the distance like sentinels guarding the edge of the world. My pack. My home. They would already be bracing for my return, trying to prepare for whatever might follow.

And I was arriving with her on my bike.

What the hell would they think when we showed up? Never mind that she was a stranger, a Heraclid—she wasthethreat I had gone to neutralize. They were going to demand answers I didn’t have.

But leaving her behind? Not a chance. My wolf growled at the thought, his anger sharp and immediate. The idea of her alone, vulnerable, at the mercy of Grayson’s madness… It made me sick.

I’d made my choice the second I untied her from the tree branch. And yet, I couldn’t ignore the gnawing unease coiling in my gut. What if bringing her to Orion was the biggest mistake of my life?

“You know, I would have come with you if you’d asked.”There was a tremor in her tone that betrayed her. She wasn’t angry. She was scared. Of me.

“You’re here. That should be enough,” I replied flatly. It was a pitiful excuse for an answer, but it was all I could give her without unraveling.

Silence stretched between us, and I knew she was weighing my words. My wolf rumbled, urging me to stop, to say something that would ease the tension. I didn’t know how. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to. I had to keep distance between us while I tried to understand the implications of everything that was happening so fast.

Ahead, the trees parted, and the familiar ridges of Orion’s territory came into view. I was almost home, and the woman pressed against my back would be anything but welcome.

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