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“Please,” I begged. “I want to feel you inside.”

“Not yet,” he growled.

Then he scooped me off the desk, carried me toward the rear of the manor, and into a part I hadn’t yet seen. A heavy wooden door stood ajar, and Logan kicked it open so hard it slammed against the wall behind.

He placed me on his bed and climbed between my legs. He gripped his dick and pressed it against my slit, easing the tip into me.

“Easy, easy,” he murmured, as much to himself as to me. “Make it last.”

“No,” I yelled, using my fight training to throw him to the side and straddle him.

With a cry, I lifted my hips and impaled myself on him, taking every inch, relishing the tightness of my body encircling him. I drove my hips hard into his. Up and down, I rode him, taking my pleasure and serving him his.

“Emma,” he roared, gripping my sides and trying to slow my movements. “I can’t…”

“Come with me, Logan,” I panted, unwilling to wait anymore. “Come with me.”

He roared again and let go of his control, slamming into me so hard his bed shook.

We rode the rising passion together.

We were already lost in the bonding, and the world quaked around us as the multimorph bonded her fated alpha.

No one would be able to stand against us.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

emma

Three Days Later

Maybe it was morning. Maybe it was night again. Logan rested in my arms, his head tucked between my breasts. I had no idea how long we’d actually been in the bedroom, making love, dozing, and making love again.

I’d lost count. Sixteen times? Seventeen? Twenty? At some point, we probably needed to eat something, but my legs felt bowed at the thighs, and I wasn’t sure I could even walk.

And it made me happy.

I stroked Logan’s cheek, wondering at what point we would say “I love you” to each other.

The out-of-place thought made me smile. I loved him, and he loved me. Someday, saying it aloud would only be icing on the cake of months of behavior that already proved it.

The bond hummed with returning desire. That meant Logan was waking up and probably ready to have sex again.

He took a deep breath and half-sat up so he could see my face. “I have something to tell you,” he said, pressing kisses in circles around my right breast and then my left. When he’d finished, he added, “I’m not sure what it means.”

“What’s that?” I asked absently, wondering if his personal shower was large enough to fuck in. It had to be. He was the alpha, and it was the master bedroom suite.

“Hey,” he said. “Stop thinking about the sex in the shower. You’re distracting me.”

“Heard that, did ya?” I grinned and scrunched my nose. “What is it you want to tell me?”

“There’s no easy way to say it, so I’m just going to say it.” His seriousness was starting to frighten me.

“Okay.”

“Marcus knows who your birth parents are. He could tell you, if you wanted to know.”

I froze completely, holding my breath as I processed his words. There had been a time in my life when I would have given anything to know who my parents were, but that time had long gone.