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He gave me a tired smile. “Thanks, Lo.”
“We’ll see you in the morning.” I carried Caden into the bedroom, closing the door behind us, and sprawling out on the bed. Caden loafed on my chest.
“What are we going to do?”
We run. I’m not willing to take chances with your safety.
“Run where?”
I wish I had an answer.
Logan’s heartbeat was reassuring. I laid my head down, pressing my ear to her chest so I could hear it better. It was as soothing to me as my purrs were to her. I couldn’t protect her well in my smallest form, but she loved it so much I could never deny her the pleasure of it. Not to mention that she had magic fingers and knew exactly how to turn me into a puddle.
It was this form she’d first known—the one upon which she’d forced her tenderness, her diligence, and her stubbornness. I’d almost died, collapsed in her front yard after a vicious fight with another shifter, and her unwillingness to give up on me was the only reason I was here today.
She absently stroked my fur while she stared at the ceiling, brown hair sprawled around her, her dark eyes unfocused.
I knew she was worried. I was, too. Who knew what the fuck Seth might have led to our door. Tomorrow she’d have to abandon this place.
But not tonight.
“Caden,” she said softly. I knew what she craved, and was all too willing to give it to her. She needed to be distracted from her stewing.
Magic hummed in my blood, and my small form melted away until my human one replaced it.
Logan sighed and spread her thighs. Her clothing for the day still barred me from her skin, but I let myself sink against her anyway. My lips found her throat, tongue dancing over the pulse point there. It beat a frantic rhythm, and I ground my hips against hers. Her hands traced patterns down my back before she switched to digging in her nails when I bit down.
I didn’t break the skin. She liked the possibility of it, but I was too paranoid about her human fragility to actually feed off her. She was too precious to risk.
I sampled her mouth in between removing layers of her clothes until she stretched out bare on the bed.
What I’d done to deserve her, I’ll never know.
Some shifters had exposed themselves to humans and had their heads blown clean off. Logan wasn't like that, though. She’d always loved every form I possessed and cared for each in different ways.
My human one was the only form she allowed near her like this. She’d never been shy with nudity around the cat forms, but I always assumed a human shape to take things further. It’d never bothered me one way or the other, so I acquiesced to her requirements since she was unable to shift herself and indulge in the more feral experiences.
I wrapped my lips around the stiff peak of her nipple. She sighed, the sound turning to a whine as I swirled my tongue and sucked her deeper. Her body rose up to meet my mouth and her panting filled the room. She squirmed beneath me.
Her breasts were so sensitive. Sometimes I could get her to come just from touching her there. By the pitch in her voice as my fangs brushed along her skin, I might be gifted with that tonight. I savored each taste of her. Gathering the soft flesh with my hand, I nuzzled it, ghosting hot breath over the moist peak. Logan shivered and fisted her fingers in the sheets.
Gentle, teasing touches had her eyes half-lidded, and the nips I used to break the monotony had her pulse jumping. The scent of her arousal infused every breath. Once I’d made her come, I’d bury my face between her thighs and feast.
As if sensing my thoughts, her ass clenched, lifting her hips a little higher.
Patience.
She whined at the command. I took the other nipple into my mouth, stroking and sucking until her control started to slip. Every shudder, every broken breath, every gasp and needy touch of her hands was my reward. I craved the taste of her as much as she craved my touch.
Logan’s fingers laced into my hair, shaking as she struggled to keep control of herself. Her body pulsed beneath me, and she threw her head with a whimpering cry, setting my blood on fire. I slipped down, trailing sloppy kisses over her stomach, the luring scent of her wet cunt calling me. A long, slow lick had her bucking up against my face.
“Fuck. Caden.”
Her voice was a prayer, urging me on.
It would be impossible to ever tire of the taste of her. A hint of sweet and salt, raw energy that enlivened me as much as I knew her blood would if I ever took it. Every time she thought of this, and her scent shifted, I’d want nothing more than to pin her down and fuck her into oblivion.
I dove deeper down, letting my senses focus only on her, ignoring the fact that Seth was only down the hall and could hear her nearly as well as I could being right next to her.
