Page 11 of Fire Dragon Lover

"Two consenting adults." He spoke it into her ear as a reminder. She nodded her head, "Yes."

She had yet to realize that with those words, Logan would fuck her the entire night.

Seventeen

Logan

Logan woke, pressed against a slight figure nestled in the crook of his arm. Tangled blonde hair concealed her sleeping face, but he didn’t have to peek to know who it was.

Gretchen.

The carnal glory of their previous evening mutated into something dangerous for the both of them. He’d gone at it with her all night, without a care in the fucking world. And to top it off, he’d brought herhome, breaking all the carefully constructed limits he’d put in place.

Until now.

Logan balled up the silk sheets around them, his knuckles turning white. “Ah, fuck.”

The sound of his voice seemed to rouse her, and she readjusted in his arm and pushed back a mess of tresses. But her eyes remained closed, and her face, serene. He couldn’t help but marvel as he traced with his gaze her soft lips and long lashes. Her makeup had come off in their rough-and-tumble which left her natural glow to shine through.

He preferred it and forgot himself only briefly before remembering how badly he fucked up. It didn’t stop him from reaching for her.

Would he take last night back if he could?

No way,he thought. Claiming a mate was a powerful thing. But the bliss it evoked was a drug, leaving him with one hell of a hangover.

He thought better of reaching for her and instead untangled himself from her and rose. Two dragons warred inside him. The one that craved his mate took a narrow lead. And as much as he wanted to burst from the room in a flaming rage at what he’d done, she deserved the sleep after she survived the night with him.

Gretchen’s eyes fluttered.

Logan held his breath. What would he say? What wouldshesay? It all tangled up in his throat, so when sleepy green eyes found him, he couldn’t say a thing.

A smile broke over her face, laced with tired gratitude. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he finally managed before he screwed his jaw shut and gave her no sign that he felt anyway about what happened between them.This is nothing, he thought.It has to be.Logan sat up and fully disentangled himself with a little less care than he wanted to. He couldn’t look at her when he spoke next.

“You can leave after you get dressed. Last night was- an accident. No one in the office is to find out.” He stood and gathered his clothes like the cold bastard he was and berated himself as he sensed her shock and dismay, even with his back turned.

When he looked at her again, it was a mistake.

Tears of surprise had formed in her beautiful eyes as she clutched the sheets close to her chest. The serenity was gone, and in its place, deep pain that pierced his heart. Logan mustered the resolve to leave and refused to let his wild emotions get the best of him. This was for her sake, after all.

If he was to protect her, he had to give her up.

Or would he rather watch her die?

Eighteen

Gretchen

She felt the weight of his dismissal as she watched him go, silenced by his cold-blooded remark. A single tear fell and she tried to scrub it out of the silken sheets with no success.

Last night didn’t mean anything to him.

Of course, it didn’t.

Gretchen’s breath was hot with grief as she found her clothes scattered about the room, her knees shook something fierce. Her body still ached from an enthusiasm he had no interest sparing today. How could he be so heartless?

She dashed into the bathroom before he returned and refused to see him until she’d properly collected herself. Gretchen was a professional, damn it, and last night—according to him—was a mistake. A great and terrible mistake.

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