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"You feel so good," he growled, his forehead resting against hers as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, each one drawing a moan from her lips. But she wanted more—needed more.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice trembling with desire. "I need all of you."
Logan's deep green eyes darkened, his control unraveling as he obeyed, setting a primal, relentless pace that left her breathless. Their bodies moved together as if they'd done this a thousand times before, their rhythm perfectly in sync. The sound of their skin meeting, the slap of water against the tiles, and their mingled moans filled the small space.
Zoe's eyes fluttered shut as the pressure built inside her, her nails digging into his shoulders as he drove her closer to the edge. When her climax hit, it was explosive—a wave of pleasure so intense it left her trembling. She cried out loudly, her body convulsing as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her anchored.
Logan's rhythm became frantic, his thrusts deeper and more urgent as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. He leaned his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as they both came down from the high.
"You're magnificent," he murmured, his voice low and reverent. "And you're all mine."
Zoe smiled lazily,her fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "You're so powerful and sexy," she replied, her voice soft but sure. "And you're all mine."
He chuckled, the sound warm and rich, before reluctantly pulling away. They stepped out of the shower, Logan grabbinga towel to gently dry her off before wrapping another around himself. He led her to the bedroom, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the shower. Once under the covers, he pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.
Zoe melted into him, her body finally registering the exhaustion from the day's events—the intense training, the emotional revelations, and the passion they'd just shared. She nestled her head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a sense of calm. Her eyes grew heavy, her breathing slowing as sleep began to claim her.
As she drifted off, her mind wandered to the dark russet wolf with deep green eyes that made her wolf feel stronger, to the prophecy that had thrust her into this world, and to the fierce, strong man who lay beside her. She felt a sense of belonging she hadn't known she was missing, a completeness that filled the voids she'd carried for too long.
Logan's fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm, his touch soothing as he whispered, "Sleep, Zoe. I've got you now."
And with that, she surrendered to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of a future where they stood together united.
SIXTEEN
LOGAN
Logan woke up to the soft grey light of dawn filtering through his reinforced bedroom window. Zoe's naked body was curled up against his chest like she'd been made to fit there. Her dark curls spilled across his arm, and he could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing against his skin. For a moment, he allowed himself to savor this.
Last night in the shower had been everything he'd never known he needed. Raw, primal, and perfect. The way she'd taken control, the sounds she'd made, and how her body had responded to him—it had felt like coming home after a lifetime of wandering in the cold. This was what mating was supposed to feel like, he realized. Not just physical desire, but a completion that reached into the deepest parts of his soul.
He traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder, wishing he could freeze this moment in amber. Here, in his bed with morning light painting her skin golden, he could almost pretend they were just two people who'd found each other. No prophecy hanging over their heads. No corrupt Council hunting hybrids. No human operatives with orders to kill the person he'd finally allowed himself to love.
Just Logan and Zoe, safe in their own private world.
But the tactical part of his mind—the enforcer who'd survived fifteen years of violence and betrayal—wouldn't let him stay in that fantasy. Today they would meet with Kieran, Maya, and Lena to plan their infiltration of wherever the ancient scroll was hidden. Today Zoe would risk her life to fulfill some mystical destiny that could reshape their entire shifter world.
The thought made his chest tighten with fear. He'd faced death countless times without flinching, but the idea of losing her made his blood turn to ice. She was the key to everything—the prophecy, the rebellion, and the future of human and shifter relations. But she was also his mate, the woman who'd somehow cracked through fifteen years of carefully constructed walls and made him want things he'd thought were dead inside him.
What if the scroll revealed something that would tear her away from him? What if fulfilling the prophecy meant sacrificing the one good thing that had ever happened to him?
His father and sister's faces flashed through his memory—the last two people he'd loved completely, lying still and cold that terrible night after the human hunters came. He'd been powerless to save them despite all his strength. The guilt still ate at him like acid.
Zoe stirred against his chest, her hazel eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. A sleepy smile curved her lips, and Logan felt his heart clench with the force of what he felt for her.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long." He brushed a curl away from her face. "We need to get moving soon."
Her smile faded slightly as reality crashed back in. "Right. The hidden scroll mission."
"Unfortunately." Logan sat up, his mind already running through the day's requirements. "We need to be at Kieran's within the hour to finalize our insertion strategy."
Zoe stretched like a cat, and he glanced down at the partial bite on her delicate neck. His wolf stirred with possessiveness at the sight.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, nodding toward the mark. "Any discomfort there?
She reached up to touch the spot, her eyes growing thoughtful. "It tingles sometimes. And I can feel you more clearly through our bond—your emotions and your moods." Her gaze sharpened on his face. "Like right now. You're worried about more than just today's mission."
