Twelve. Logan’s twelve years older than me! He’s twelve years older than me, has a kid, and has far more experience than I could even imagine. “So you don’t think it’s weird that you’re attracted to a sixteen-year-old?" I questioned. Because he can’t deny he’s attracted to me.
I may not be as experienced as him, but even I know that he’s sporting a hardon in those jeans. “Not really. As I said, it’s not uncommon for werewolves. I’ve known of larger age gaps. I know that you were raised human, so probably to you, it’s weird. That I can’t change,” he shrugged.
“Fair enough. So I’m going to age normally anymore?" I asked, furrowing my brow. “Basically. Werewolves age about three times slower than a human,” he explained. “So every three years, a werewolf only physically appears to age one?" I clarified.
“You’ve got it. It’s why John looks much younger than he is. So what else do you want to know?" he asked, absently kneading my ass.
Damn, he’s
I sighed as I looked and saw her chewing her bottom lip. I haven't marked her, so I can't feel her emotions, but she doesn't have much of a poker face. I shouldn't have told her so much. I can only imagine how I'd feel if she had someone before me she loved. "Aurelia…" I sighed, caressing her cheek. "That was the past,” I tried to assure her. She sighed, nodding a little. "I know. But you loved her. You even adopted her daughter,” she sighed, leaning back running her hand through her thick, fiery locks. "Yes, well. I won't lie and say I didn't love Suzu. I did. She wasn't my mate, and after I explained to her what I was, she always knew that I'd find my mate one day. Granted, I would always argue with her that it wouldn't happen. After all, it hadn't for years,” I shrugged. "I brought her and Hana home to live with me amongst my pack,” I sighed. "No one was happy about it,” I frowned. "Why not? I mean, shouldn't they want their leader to be happ
I’m way too stimulated right now to think straight. Logan’s kissing me and touching me, and I don’t think I’ll be able to think straight again till I find some release. I’ve kissed a few boys in my short life but never was anything even remotely like this. It doesn’t help that Theia keeps telling me we should take option four and let him fuck us, mate us and complete the bond. She wants that so badly she’s impairing my judgment. “I’m not this kind of girl,” I moan as his hands start to lift my shirt. “What kind is that?" Logan’s husky voice questions. His fingers are handing over my ribs, and the contact is sending sparks throughout my body, and they all seem to settle at my core making me want him even more. How is this possible? I know, mate bond. But I don’t get it. I don’t get how his touch can make me feel this way. And it’s not just how badly my pussy is throbbing, but I can feel those sparks in my heart too. “The kind that gets naked with
This girl was going to be the death of me. I have to abstain from sex for God knows how long till she’s ready. And I can’t even go fuck someone else and get it out of my system. Now that we’ve found Aurelia, Jericho would do something to stop me. Hell, for all I know, my dick wouldn’t even get up for someone else. Cheating on a mate isn’t normal. The only people who do it don’t deserve a mate, to begin with. Even worse to cheat on a mate after you’ve completed the bond because then they feel it. They feel the pain of your betrayal. And while I have slept with my share of women, after Suzu. None of them meant anything to me. They were just ways of me trying to drown my sorrow. It never lasted. It never filled the gaping wound that her death left in my heart. Since I first caught Aurelia’s scent, it feels like that wound is starting to heal. So I have to do everything I can to make her feel comfortable with me. She was raised human, so I n
Wow! Just wow! Tonight with Logan was intense. We may not have covered as much information as I’d planned. But that seems to be the norm for us. We talked for a bit, covered some heavy topics, and then we got distracted in the most panty-melting ways. And tonight took the cake on all fronts. He told me about his ex, how they met and how she died. I’m still livid on her behalf. How could her guards just let those rouges take her?! They knew what would happen. They knew what it would do to Logan, to their Alpha. But because she was human, they didn’t care? I hope that Logan killed them all. That they paid with their lives for letting hers be snuffed out. Because if they are still alive and I ever see them, I will kill them. But before I could ask more, he kissed me, and things just got hotter from there. I’m not sure if the kiss was to calm me down or distract him from the bad memories. Either way, it worked. And now I’ve kissed a fe
I hadn’t wanted to leave Aurelia, especially without notice, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to return home. My father is dead, and my mother is dying. I need to be there for my family and my pack. I couldn’t just sneak over and tell Aurelia I had to go. I also don’t have her phone number, so I couldn’t just text her either. I only shot a text to Rowan about it. I kept it brief, telling him I had a death in the family and had to go home. I took my motorcycle to get home as fast as I could. I’m confident I broke multiple traffic laws to reach the packhouse in record time. There were pack members all around, even at this predawn hour, everyone dressed in black to mourn their former Alpha. As I tossed my helmet aside, members bowed and made sure to get out of my way. I was certain my eyes were red as I threw open the heavy double oak doors. “Where is she!?” I shouted. Silvercloud was the first face I saw. He looked like shit, and his clothes were
“Hi, mom. Hi, dad,” I greeted them as I managed to get out of my mother’s bear hug. It felt weird facing my parents now. I’ve talked to them on the phone since Logan told me the truth about being adopted. But that was different. Now that I’m looking at them, I can see how I don’t resemble them in all the ways. I’m taller than both, and neither has red hair nor the same green eyes as me. I shook my head because this wasn’t the time nor the place to think about that. “Are you alright, baby?” my dad asked, grabbing my shoulders, looking me over as if trying to find bruises or something. “I’m fine. I don’t know what they told you, but it’s bullshit,” I assured them. “What? What do you mean? We got a call telling us that the groundskeeper assaulted you,” my dad questioned, looking back at Mister Moors, confused. I rolled my eyes. “Mister Moors’s full of shit, dad. He was told that by his creep son. His son’s the one that tried to assault me and just this m
I’m already in the mood to kill someone. Siegfried is, of course, ever-present at the top of my list to kill. But Darien and his dumbass father are coming in a close second. As glad as I am that Aurelia was able to fight off the little shit, she shouldn’t have to. He should have respected her “no” the first time she told him she wasn’t interested. I swear I’m going to break his arms. No better, I’m going to rip his arms off so he can’t touch anyone again. And Rowan. That little weasel is going to get his, too. I’m still confident he’s who is letting those poachers onto my property. For that alone, I want him taken down. But now he’s going around accusing me of raping my mate of telling her parents these lies. I don’t need that kind of impression left on her parents before they even meet me. The only good thing about this debacle playing out at the camp is her parents believe her and that one of my pack responded to the call. I could hear her han
As thrilled as I was watching Mister Moors and his son getting arrested, I still had this pit in my stomach. The camp was going to close down, and I wouldn’t see Logan again. Or at least it felt like I wouldn’t. What’s he supposed to do, just show up at my family’s ranch and introduce himself as my mate? Yeah, I can’t see that going over very well with my parents. They don’t even know I’m a werewolf. Then again, they don’t know that I know I’m adopted. Overall I just had this nagging feeling. Like something was wrong. Logan was dealing with so much right now. His parents were both dead, and as I looked at my parents, who were busy putting my things in the truck, I fought the urge to cry. I don’t know what I would do without them. I can only hope that my parents will still love and accept me after telling them what I am. Then I saw Elyse crying with Crystal and June watching the spectacle with all the other campers. I started to head in the