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“Want something to drink?” She needed something strong, but she’d have to settle for wine since that was all she had.

He took a step back, nodded slowly, but didn’t take his eyes off of her. Honey moved forward on shaky legs, and once they were inside with the light on and the door shut behind them, she made a beeline right to her kitchen. Her home was smaller, but with the open floor plan, and the kitchen and living area one giant room, and the upper level built in the traditional open loft deign, it felt a hell of a lot larger than it was.

She grabbed a bottle of red wine, two glasses, and looked over at Logan. He was walking around her living room, his strong, big hand on the couch as he stared at her pictures. He looked so strong, even just wearing a pair of dark loose jeans and a plain tee under a button down shirt.

“Does your family live in Sugar Crest?” he asked in that deep, manly voice of his, but didn’t turn from the pictures.

A lump formed in her throat. “No.” She moved into the living room, and he turned. “My mother died when I was born, and my father was a no-show from the beginning. I was raised by my aunt, but after she died from an infection in her heart ten years ago I decided to move away from everything that reminded me of what I lost.” Honey poured them both a big glass of wine. Once he had his, she lifted hers to her mouth and took a long drink. Logan watched her, his glass untouched.

“Sorry. I get a little uncomfortable speaking about my aunt and my mom.” She might not have known her mother, but she had lost the only two women in her life that had loved her. Her aunt Holly had told her all about her mother, Merlyn. The wonderful, colorful stories of their youth, and how happy Merlyn was when she found out she was pregnant.

Logan put down his glass and before she knew what he was doing he had her in his arms with his hand cupping the back of her head and holding it to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. She closed her eyes, knowing he meant it. She could hear the sincerity in his words. “I know what it feels like to have no one.”

Yes, she supposed he did given the fact he was an orphan. “Aren’t we a sorry couple?” She chuckled softly. He pulled back and slipped his other hand in her hair, holding her close, securely. Honey saw this vulnerability on his face. But he didn’t respond, just leaned in and kissed her softly. She felt in the way he touched her he was trying to comfort her, but something inside of her snapped. Honey reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to her. He swiped his tongue along hers, and she sucked it into her mouth. He tasted good, sweet and minty, and she was losing her mind with need. She wanted to distract herself from the melancholy that had claimed her, and her mate could help her with that.

But that soft kiss turned more possessive, primal, and she became putty in his arms. The hybrid’s arousal was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and it was all for her. Honey was used to men being weaker than her because her personality was much more dominant then theirs. Honey had always been the one to control the situation. But this male, her hybrid mate, was making her stronger and more controlling personality seem like fluff compared to his. Maybe a part of her should fight harder, show him she wasn’t this weakling who submitted to a male, even if he was her mate, so easily. But the truth was her human and animal side wanted someone else to take control, to show her what it is like to have someone else be the driving force. She was a female after all, and what female didn’t want a strong male to show her who was in control?

Honey had never been one to grow nervous or apprehensive on taking something she wanted, and never when it concerned a male. But then she had invited Logan to her place after dinner, knew having a male who was her mate would mean she would be the submissive in the relationship, and should have had her rejecting the entire thing. She should have put Logan in his place, told him she wasn’t gong to just roll over and present to him because she was considered the “weaker” gender. But then when he had touched her, smelled her, and made her climax, her badger had gone all soft and pliant. Honey had wanted to do what he said, just give him all of herself until there wasn’t anything left.

She couldn’t even pretend she was in this only for the sex, because despite the fact he was a hybrid and, unlike any male she had ever experienced before, he wouldn’t let his mate walk away. But Honey didn’t want to walk away from him. They may have just met, but there was definitely a connection and pull between them that was undeniable and unbreakable. It felt like this was her first time with a male all over again, and that she didn’t know how to act around him.

He pulled back, leading her over to the couch. They only sat a few inches from each other, their knees almost brushing. What she wanted was something that didn’t require that part of their bodies. She stared at him, at the stubble covering his cheeks, and the way he watched her with those dual-colored eyes. The lights were dim in her living room, and it was a very intimate setting, especially when the only thing that could be heard was the sound of their combined breathing.

With every second that passed her pulse quickened further, her pussy became damper, and her clit throbbed. God, she felt like she was in heat or something. Her panties were past the point of being soaked, and the shirt she wore hugged her body like a second skin.

“You’re nervous,” he said in a deep voice, one that was slightly growly and had her pulse quickening. “You don’t need to be. I’m your mate. I won’t rush you into anything, even if what we have goes beyond anything rational.”

 “I’m not nervous.” Yes she was, and the fact he said he wouldn’t rush her into anything was warming, but, then again, they had already rushed everything.

He shifted on the couch, moved an inch closer to her, and she had to stop herself from moaning out. The scent of him was wild, primed male, and she wanted him so damn desperately. She was a bigger girl, with curves and bumps that some people might find disgusting, but Honey loved her body, loved that she wasn’t this little stick figure of a female. And it was clear Logan liked that about her as well. She remembered his hands on her flesh, of the memory of him stroking her, gripping her, and smacking her skin until it had grown hot.

Honey set her glass on the coffee table, and smoothed her hands down her thighs. She told herself that her nerves were not warranted. She wanted Logan, he wanted her, and all she needed to do was grab onto her confidence, the one that she had prided herself with her entire life, and take what she wanted. Looking at him showed her that Logan was still as stone, his focus right on her. She started breathing harder, felt her pulse quicken, and hated and loved that she was so damn nervous right now. The pheromones that came from him were so intense, so powerful, that everything else faded. She felt a little weird talking about her mother and aunt with him, even bringing up that small part of her, but he was her mate and deserved to know about her. They had all the time in the world to get used to each other, but right now the need to be claimed rode her hard.

He might be the strong, silent type, and she knew he was a SEAL, but Honey could sense the danger lurking below the surface. This male was deadly, skilled, and trained to take people down when they didn’t even know he was standing right behind them.

“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous, female.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along her body.

“What way would that be?” She swallowed, smoothed her hands on her thighs again, and breathed out. She was tempting his beasts that flickered right in front of her, but she loved every damn minute of it.

“The look that screams you need me as badly as I need you.” Her heart pounded so hard that she felt like it would burst right through her ribcage. He moved closer. He lowered his gaze and stared at her lips. He was so ruggedly handsome, so masculine and raw. Honey wasn’t going to deny herself the one thing she wanted the most right now…Logan Teairry.

Before she could lean forward, kiss him, run her hands over all that muscle barely hidden beneath his clothes, he was talking in that rough timbre of his again.

“As much as I like the fact that you want to take control, that you’re probably used to dominating those weaker males—” he lifted his gaze from her mouth and to her eyes, “—I’m not a male that takes well to submitting to others.” His wolf and bear flashed forward, moved across his face. She stopped breathing all together at the eroticism playing across his expression. He leaned forward and all she could do was sit there, motionless, waiting for this intense male to have his way with her again. And God, Logan was so going to have his way with her. She could see it in his eyes.

“Admit that you’ll submit to me, that you’ll let your male take care of you.” He leaned in close, his breath moving along her parted lips. “Tell me how much you fucking want this, too, Honey.” His breath brushed along her lips and a small sound left her. Honey liked controlling the situation, liked having that in all aspects of her life. But for the first time in her life she didn’t want to. She felt helpless with this very dominant hybrid. Her mind and body were already in submission. She wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of her, wanted his big body over hers, pumping in and out of her pussy, and bringing her to a heightened submission that she’d never want to relinquish.

Was it bad to think about wanting to feel the ache and burn of Logan claiming her?

“Tell me you want me to do filthy fucking things to you.” He leaned in another inch, so close that when he started speaking again she felt his lips brush along hers. He slid his hand over her thigh, along her belly, and up her side to rest right by her breasts. He was bold in his actions, adamant as he touched her. This was fast, frantic and so carnal. It felt right.

“Tell me you want my handprints on your body.” He slid his fingers over her breasts, very slowly, as if he wanted to torment her. A moan spilled from her when she moved his palm over her nipple. He massaged the globe until she closed her eyes and breathed out roughly.

“Tell me you want me gently biting at your flesh, leaving my mark on that pretty flesh of yours.” His voice was hard and husky from his animals rising up. “Tell me you want me to own you, to make it known that if any other male fucks with you I’ll take them down without even thinking about the repercussions.”

Oh. God.

“I want that,” Honey said on a breath. He applied more pressure to her breast so that the pleasure and pain morphed into one. God, she could have come from him touching her that way alone. Honey knew that when he finally did slid that big cock into her, she wouldn’t be able to last.

Chapter Five

Logan moved his lips to Honey’s neck and groaned deeply. She even tasted sweet. He flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of her throat, over and over again until his bear and wolf were slightly appeased. They wouldn’t be sated until he was balls deep in her sweet fucking body. Her breasts were more than a handful, and her nipples were rock hard and pressing against her shirt. His cock jerked. If someone would have said he was about to fuck his mate, claim her in a brutal way that made her realize she was only his, he would have kicked their ass and told them to fuck off. The truth was he assumed he was too damaged to ever be with a female. He screwed them for a few hours, got off enough that he wasn’t a maniac with need. But then he had felt something move through him the moment he had seen her standing on the other side of that door at the real estate office. Logan knew that his entire life had changed in that one moment. He had instantly gone territorial and possessive, and wasn’t ashamed over that fact.

He wanted Honey, and he was going to have her. She wanted this, told him as much, and he sensed her badger relinquishing its power and control. Logan knew in the bedroom she would submit to him fully. “You have no idea how hard I am right now, Honey.”

She moaned after he spoke and the vibrations that came from her neck went right to his mouth.

“And I am so wet,” she breathed. He growled again, nearly losing it right then and there.

His animals pushed forward, coming to the surface, and kicking his human out of the way. Right now they wanted a taste of their mate.

“I want to see your ass in the air.” He leaned in and placed his lips on hers, stroked her with his tongue, but didn’t penetrate her mouth. Not yet. “I want to spread your cheeks and look at that sweet pussy all soaked for
me
, red and swollen, and ready for my big dick.” He pulled back enough to look in her face, but she was already watching him.

“Your animals—”

“They want you really fucking badly,
mate
.” His animals were the ones taking control right now. He didn’t want to talk anymore. All he wanted was her naked and on a bed with him between her thighs. Logan took her mouth again, even more fierce and possessive this time. “The things I’m going to do to you will have you screaming my name and begging for more. You’ll want nothing else but to have my cock inside of you, claiming you in the way mates do with what is theirs.”

A gasp left her and he swallowed it. Kissing her harder, he didn’t give her time to take any control, or let alone think. He was the male, an animal. Logan was the one that would be doing the fucking.

He slipped his hand to the collar of her shirt and tore the material. The sound of fabric rending filled the room, and the scent of her lust rose. The front half of her shirt hung open, and he did the same with her bra, just tore the fucker away as if it were tissue paper. The sight of her breasts free of a bra had his mouth watering.

He lowered his head and latched onto one of her nipples. Moving his tongue around her areola before sucking the taut peak in his mouth, she trembled and he took her flesh harder. He alternated to the other breast, sucked, licked, and nipped until both of her nipples were wet from his saliva, and hard and red from his mouth. But her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop him from escalating this.

“As much as I want to take you right here, I need you in a bed when I slide my dick into your pussy.” He ran his canines over her neck, felt her pulse beat beneath his tongue. “I want you spread out completely for me. I want to see every fucking part of your body.” He leaned forward, and placed his mouth right on hers again. “And when I slide my cock into your hot little cunt, I want to see how far you stretch for me,” he murmured against her lips.

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