Chapter 7 Masterful Kiss

Daxion! the grandson of the one who murdered your father? "Yeah" he replied with a lot of anger written all over his face.

He is just a normal wolf. Unlike me, I am a werewolf meaning the hybrid of half-human and half-wolf. In this era, werewolves prefer to be in their human form to mingle with humans. Hmmm, interesting I said quite amused.

Werewolves have an enhanced sense of hearing, vision, speed, and smell. They heal 10 times faster than a normal wolf.

Logan Pov

know we need to talk about things, lots of things," he chokes, "but I just-"

He shook his head.

"I am your mate. It's my duty to guide you. My wolf wouldn't allow anybody else near you while you are this vulnerable, not even a woman.

I have also yet to claim you as mine to make you definitely a part of me.

"Claim me? What is that supposed to mean?"

He threw a meaningful glance at the bed and I immediately understood.

"You ... you want me to have sex with you?" I answered my own question. I realized just then that I was wearing a long white nightgown, which could only mean one thing: He had dressed me.

"It's for your own good," Logan tried to soothe me. "Only then you'll be safe in the pack. It'll also be much easier to protect you that way."

He came a step closer and I immediately took a step back, instinctively holding up my hands in defense.

"I won't force you, Anna. I will never hurt you again, I promise. I am not a monster." Logan gently placed a hand on the side of her head.

He grabs her face, pulls her head down, and devours her.

He kissed her for the first time- and he was so much better at it than she.

I'm so sorry." Logan apologize.

I don't know why I am having this sudden urge to kiss you. I can't explain why. I have no excuses. At any rate, don't worry. It was a mistake, and I promise it won't happen again-"

This kiss could not be mistaken for an accidental collision mouth. Oh, no. He kissed with purpose. His lips had ideas. His tongue had plans.

She closed her eyes tightly and melted against him, flattening her hands on his muscled arms. He brushed his lips to hers in a series of chaste, yet masterful kisses. He swept a hand up her waist and into her hair, where he twisted and gathered the tangled locks in his fist.

"Then he tugged sharply, tipping her face to his and sending electric sensation over her every nerve."

When her mouth fell open in a gasp, he reclaimed her lips, sweeping his tongue in between them. Her first instinct was to shy away, but nature fought against it.

She reached higher, lacing her arms around his neck and holding him tight.

His tongue stroked hers, slow and insistent. He tasted of soot and salt and... and of apples, strangely. Tart, smoky, just a hint of sweet.

A lush, decadent pleasure unwound within her, snaking through her veins- as though it had lain coiled in anticipation for years. Waiting on this moment.

Waiting on this man.

Her hands moved to his chest, sliding over his pecs and the ripple of abs beneath his shirt. Logan was perfect but the werewolf was real, He hissed out a breath when her fingers grazed the top of his belt, his infamous self-control giving way to her curious hands.

"What are we doing?" she murmured as he drew her earlobe into his mouth, his sixth sense shadow rough against her sensitive skin.

"I don't know, but don't stop."

"No chance of that." He shifted against her, his arousal as evident from his ragged breaths as the growing hardness pressed against her hips.

When he thrust a thick thigh between her legs, she rocked against him, reckless and wanton in her need for release. She was dying, burning, her body on fire. She'd never felt anything like the toxic combination of anger and lust that pounded through her veins. It made her head spin and drove logic away.