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around her arm and he couldn’t pull away. He mouthed the skin as his body emptied itself inside her, a growl rumbling low in his throat. Honor hung there, pinned between the tree and his shuddering body for endless minutes until his tension eased.
He raised his head to glare at her, brown eyes still glowing an amber gold with the aftermath of his climax. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to mark me.” She shivered, suddenly aware that they were all but naked outside in the stoneyard in the middle of winter. Never mind that steam billowed off them in a hazy fog; she wanted her clothes.
“You are mine.” Logan shook her, staring into her eyes as if he could will her to agree with him.
“I don’t belong to anyone. Least of all you. I bear no man’s mark, and I intend to keep it that way.”
He snorted. “What are you? The Virgin Alpha? I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but your name isn’t Elizabeth.”
“It doesn’t need to be.” She shoved hard at his shoulders, and he grunted, but didn’t release her. “Let me go and get the hell off my property. We’ve said everything we need to say, and I need to go take a frickin’ shower.” 53
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His jaw snapped shut loud enough for Honor to hear the click. When he spoke from between clenched teeth, it sounded as if it came from a wolven larynx, not a human one. “Not yet. I’m not done. You will be my mate, Honor.
No matter what I have to do to convince you.” He carried her to the floor of the clearing and went ahead with the convincing. All Honor could do was moan.
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“This doesn’t change anything, you know.”
Logan sighed and stretched, shifting his weight partially of Honor’s limp body and onto the rough ground. “I never thought it had.” He might have hoped, but he hadn’t really let himself believe any different.
In the twelve hours or so that he’d known Honor Tate, he’d come to realize she could teach stubborn to Missy Winters.
Logan winced at the reminder of his own pack and why he’d come to Connecticut in the first place. It unfortunately hadn’t been to roll around the forest with the mouth-watering alpha of the White Paw Clan, but to decide if she had what it took to lead her pack. Something about which he hadn’t yet made up his mind.
“Just so we’re clear.” She pushed him off of her, forcing him to roll onto his back so she could sit up and brush the bits of leaves and dirt from her skin.
“Now when are you leaving?”
He groaned and covered his eyes with his forearm. “Look, I think we’ve come to a Mexican standoff.” He shifted to look at her and tried desperately not to get distracted by the sight of her bare breasts and the marks he’d made on them, most of which were already fading. “You’re not going to change your mind about having me here, and I’m not going to change my mind about staying. So I have a proposal for you.”
“Does it involve you catching the next train back to the city?”
“No. And that’s not just because I drove here, either.” He saw her looking around for the remains of her T-shirt and felt a ping of conscience. He handed 55
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her his mostly intact, if buttonless, shirt and watched her shrug into it. “I intend to stay until I find out what I came here to find out.”
“It doesn’t matter what you say. No one here will cooperate with you no matter what you think your job is.” She tied the ends of the shirt into a knot below her breasts and reached for her jeans. “You’re wasting your time.” All of a sudden he realized she’d never been wearing a bra and his body responded in a pretty predictable fashion. He drew one knee up to his chest and rested his forearm across it. “It’s my time to waste, but I don’t think that’s what I’ll be doing, anyway. But here’s what I’m thinking.” He waited until she fastened her jeans and turned to him with an
He raised his head to glare at her, brown eyes still glowing an amber gold with the aftermath of his climax. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to mark me.” She shivered, suddenly aware that they were all but naked outside in the stoneyard in the middle of winter. Never mind that steam billowed off them in a hazy fog; she wanted her clothes.
“You are mine.” Logan shook her, staring into her eyes as if he could will her to agree with him.
“I don’t belong to anyone. Least of all you. I bear no man’s mark, and I intend to keep it that way.”
He snorted. “What are you? The Virgin Alpha? I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but your name isn’t Elizabeth.”
“It doesn’t need to be.” She shoved hard at his shoulders, and he grunted, but didn’t release her. “Let me go and get the hell off my property. We’ve said everything we need to say, and I need to go take a frickin’ shower.” 53
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His jaw snapped shut loud enough for Honor to hear the click. When he spoke from between clenched teeth, it sounded as if it came from a wolven larynx, not a human one. “Not yet. I’m not done. You will be my mate, Honor.
No matter what I have to do to convince you.” He carried her to the floor of the clearing and went ahead with the convincing. All Honor could do was moan.
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“This doesn’t change anything, you know.”
Logan sighed and stretched, shifting his weight partially of Honor’s limp body and onto the rough ground. “I never thought it had.” He might have hoped, but he hadn’t really let himself believe any different.
In the twelve hours or so that he’d known Honor Tate, he’d come to realize she could teach stubborn to Missy Winters.
Logan winced at the reminder of his own pack and why he’d come to Connecticut in the first place. It unfortunately hadn’t been to roll around the forest with the mouth-watering alpha of the White Paw Clan, but to decide if she had what it took to lead her pack. Something about which he hadn’t yet made up his mind.
“Just so we’re clear.” She pushed him off of her, forcing him to roll onto his back so she could sit up and brush the bits of leaves and dirt from her skin.
“Now when are you leaving?”
He groaned and covered his eyes with his forearm. “Look, I think we’ve come to a Mexican standoff.” He shifted to look at her and tried desperately not to get distracted by the sight of her bare breasts and the marks he’d made on them, most of which were already fading. “You’re not going to change your mind about having me here, and I’m not going to change my mind about staying. So I have a proposal for you.”
“Does it involve you catching the next train back to the city?”
“No. And that’s not just because I drove here, either.” He saw her looking around for the remains of her T-shirt and felt a ping of conscience. He handed 55
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her his mostly intact, if buttonless, shirt and watched her shrug into it. “I intend to stay until I find out what I came here to find out.”
“It doesn’t matter what you say. No one here will cooperate with you no matter what you think your job is.” She tied the ends of the shirt into a knot below her breasts and reached for her jeans. “You’re wasting your time.” All of a sudden he realized she’d never been wearing a bra and his body responded in a pretty predictable fashion. He drew one knee up to his chest and rested his forearm across it. “It’s my time to waste, but I don’t think that’s what I’ll be doing, anyway. But here’s what I’m thinking.” He waited until she fastened her jeans and turned to him with an
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