Page 77 of Shifters Awakening

To be honest, I didn’t feel like my normal wallflower self around him. Instead, I felt more brazen andmore demanding, and I was certain I knew how he’d react.

“Don’t you understand we’re connected now?” he asked.

“Connected? How are we connected?”

“When you were unconscious, I shifted and delved your mind.”

“You delved me?” I frowned, trying to figure out what it meant. “Not sure I like the sound of that. Is that like sex?”

His laughter sliced through the tension, and as the barking sound faded, his mood turned somber. “Sex might have been simpler.”

“Oh.” Bewilderment didn’t begin to describe my feelings.

“When you were unconscious, I shared my strength with you. That’s how I wound up in your head. While I was there, our energies were entwined, and we now have an unbreakable bond between us, so it’s easier for me to overhear what you’re thinking. Maybe not words exactly, but images…” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Ideas.”

I couldn’t stop the grin as it split my face, and I winked at him. “It worked.”

“It worked,” he rasped, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re going to get yourself dragged to the nearest bed, Emma. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

Maybe Jasper was starting to rub off on me, but every shifter in my head agreed.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I shouldn’t have come, but I had to be certain you were well and tell you…”

I took a step toward him, allowing the cover to fall from my shoulders completely. “Tell me?”

He took a breath and held it while his pulse thundered in the base of his neck. “Tell you why I wasn’t going to be around for a while.”

“Are you kidding me, Logan?” Just like that, I was furious again. “I basically just gave you permission to fuck me silly.”

His eyes widened. Without warning, he rushed at me, snatched me up, and carried me into the kitchen, placing me on the counter. I scooted to the edge, and he pressed against me, his dick brushing against the most sensitive place between my legs. When I wrapped my legs around him, he shuddered, pressing his lips to my collarbone.

He groaned, and I shimmied against him, arched into him, and dragged my fingernails down his back so hard his moan held a hint of pain. He cupped my breasts, and his thumbs circled my nipples, teasing them until they hardened. Burying my hands in his hair, I dragged his mouth to mine, devouring every bit of him, sucking on his tongue and pushing into him as hard as I could—touching, twisting, and writhing. His arms surrounded me, crushing me to his chest.

I leaned back, my lips love-bruised from the aggressive kissing, and pressed my cheek to his chest. His heart matched mine beat for beat.

“Take me to bed, Logan. Down the hall, first door to the right.”

His long sigh stirred my hair. Then he disappeared from my arms.

I whimpered, groping at the air. “What are you doing?”

“Emma,” he panted. “There’s too much at stake. The minute we do this…” He gestured between us. “…there won’t be anything else in the world. It’ll burn. Everyone we love will burn.”

“What?”

“I think we’re fated.”

“Fated?” I echoed, reeling from his rejection. “I’m not familiar with that term.”

“We’re two parts of a whole, and we’re meant to be together.”

“Then get back over here,” I demanded. “Take me to bed.”

Carefully, he came close and lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward my room. He trembled as he laid me on top of the unmade bed, and my head sank in the pillow as he took a step away from the bed.

“What is it, Logan?” I had to admit his actions frightened me. It was like he had some big secret that would make it impossible for us to be together. “You’re scaring me.”

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