Page 18 of Marked For A Bite (Rebellious Mates #2)

FIFTEEN

ZOE

L ogan's lips finally broke from Zoe's, leaving her breathless and aching for more under the silvery moonlight. The autumn night air kissed her naked skin, but she barely felt the chill—not when heat from their kiss still coursed through her veins.

"That transformation was unbelievable," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the whisper of the wind through the trees.

That shifting experience had been completely different from her disastrous first attempt earlier that day.

This time, her wolf hadn't fought against her consciousness like a caged animal desperate for freedom.

Instead, they'd worked together in perfect harmony, two halves of the same soul finally learning to dance.

What astounded her most was how Logan's wolf strength had flowed into her like a river feeding a drought-stricken valley.

Their energies had merged and enhanced each other until she felt more powerful than she'd ever imagined possible.

It transcended physical sensation—something deeper had awakened between them, ancient and mystical, as if their souls recognized each other across lifetimes.

Maybe that explained the certainty that had settled deep within her after knowing him only a day. This connection felt written in starlight and prophecy, destined across centuries of waiting.

Logan's green eyes darkened as he studied her face in the moonlight. "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly.

"I'm thinking about how right this feels," she admitted, stepping closer until their bodies almost touched. "About how my soul recognizes yours even though we just met."

His jaw clenched with visible restraint.

She could see the war raging behind his eyes—desire battling against protectiveness and want clashing with fear.

The prophecy revelation had sent his protective instincts into overdrive, and now even more so, he viewed her as something too precious and too fragile that needed shielding.

But she wasn't fragile. Tonight's training had proved that beyond doubt.

Without warning, Logan swept her naked body into his arms, carrying her with effortless strength across the moonlit clearing. Her breath caught at the sudden movement, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he strode toward his cabin.

"Where are we going?" she asked, though her racing pulse suggested she already knew.

"You need to recover properly from training," he said, his voice thick with barely controlled desire. "Let me take care of you tonight."

The tenderness in his words made her heart flutter.

Earlier today, when she'd collapsed after her first shift, he'd rushed her into his shower in panic mode—desperate to cool her fevered body before she overheated dangerously.

This time felt completely different. Deliberate.

Intimate. Like he wanted to savor every moment of caring for his mate.

He carried her through the cabin's reinforced door and straight into his bathroom, setting her down with gentle reverence. The space felt smaller with both their naked bodies occupying it, the air thick with unspoken promises.

Logan reached into the shower and adjusted the temperature, steam beginning to rise from the warm spray. "Get in," he commanded softly.

Zoe stepped under the cascading water with a soft sigh, the heat immediately soothing muscles she hadn't realized were tense and sore.

Her body had absorbed so much punishment during their extreme training crash course—combat drills that should've taken months to master and knife techniques that demanded precision and deadly intent.

Yet she'd picked up every skill like muscle memory awakening from a long sleep.

Like she'd been a lethal weapon before and was simply remembering how to kill.

The thought should have terrified her, but instead it felt natural. Right. As if violence and grace had always lived in her bones, waiting for the right teacher to unlock them.

Logan stepped into the shower, his massive frame dwarfing the space as warm water cascaded over them both. Without a word, he reached for a bottle of shower gel, squeezing the liquid into his large hands.

"Turn around," he murmured.

Zoe obeyed, presenting her back to him as steam swirled around them like a sensual cloud. Logan's hands settled on her shoulders, and she gasped at the electric contact. He began massaging her muscles with slow, deliberate strokes, his fingers finding every knot of tension with unerring precision.

"You pushed yourself hard tonight," he said, his hands working down her spine with therapeutic pressure. "Your body absorbed more punishment than you realized."

"I didn't feel it during training," Zoe admitted, melting under his ministrations. "The adrenaline must have masked everything."

"That's dangerous," Logan growled, his enforcer instincts bleeding through. "Pain is your body's warning system. You can't ignore it completely."

His hands moved lower, massaging her lower back and hips with the same careful attention. Zoe bit back a moan as pleasure radiated through her body, each touch igniting nerve endings she didn't know existed.

"I trust you to tell me when I'm pushing too hard. I trust that you'll always make sure I'm safe and protected," she said, turning in his arms and leaning into his solid chest.

The raw emotion that flashed across his features caused her breath to hitch. He reached for the shampoo with trembling hands, his usual deadly precision shaken by her unwavering faith in him.

"Tilt your head back," he commanded softly.

Zoe obeyed, closing her eyes as Logan worked the shampoo through her curly hair with reverent care. His fingers massaged her scalp with gentle pressure, working through every strand until foam and water cascaded down her body like silk.

"Your turn," she whispered when he'd rinsed her hair clean.

She poured shower gel into her palms and began exploring the magnificent landscape of his body.

Her hands traced the powerful muscles of his chest, mapping every scar that told the story of his violent past. His breathing grew ragged as she worked lower, her touch growing bolder with each passing second.

When her fingers brushed against his throbbing cock, Logan's control visibly frayed.

"If you keep touching me like that," he warned, his voice rough with desperate need, "my control is going to snap again."

Zoe smiled up at him through the steam, her hazel eyes glowing with mischief and desire. "That's exactly my objective."

Zoe then dropped to her knees in the steamy shower, water cascading around her as she reached for Logan's hard cock, her fingers wrapping around him with a firm grip.

His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement she needed.

She began stroking him slowly and deliberately, her eyes locked on his face as his jaw tightened, and his hands clenched at his sides.

The sound of his low groans echoed off the tiled walls, mingling with the rush of the water.

"Zoe," he growled, his voice rough with restraint, "you don't know what you are starting."

She smirked at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and confidence. "Yes, I do," she purred, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the tip of him before taking him into her mouth.

His reaction was instantaneous—his body tensed, and his breath hitched as her lips closed around him.

She started slow, savoring the taste of him and the way his muscles trembled under her touch.

But soon, she increased her pace, her tongue swirling and her lips sucking with more pressure, driving him closer to the edge.

Logan's hands fisted in her wet curls, his fingers tightening as she took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate him. "Zoe," he breathed, his voice ragged. "I'm close... but I want to come inside you."

She released him with a pop, looking up at him through her lashes as he pulled her to her feet in one fluid motion.

His hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped around him.

He pressed her back against the cold tile, the contrast of the cool surface against her heated skin sending a shiver through her body.

She gasped as he entered her in one powerful thrust, her back arching at the sensation of being completely filled by him.

"You feel so good," he growled, his forehead resting against hers as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, each one drawing a moan from her lips. But she wanted more—needed more.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice trembling with desire. "I need all of you."

Logan's deep green eyes darkened, his control unraveling as he obeyed, setting a primal, relentless pace that left her breathless.

Their bodies moved together as if they'd done this a thousand times before, their rhythm perfectly in sync.

The sound of their skin meeting, the slap of water against the tiles, and their mingled moans filled the small space.

Zoe's eyes fluttered shut as the pressure built inside her, her nails digging into his shoulders as he drove her closer to the edge.

When her climax hit, it was explosive—a wave of pleasure so intense it left her trembling.

She cried out loudly, her body convulsing as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her anchored.

Logan's rhythm became frantic, his thrusts deeper and more urgent as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. He leaned his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as they both came down from the high.

"You're magnificent," he murmured, his voice low and reverent. "And you're all mine."

Zoe smiled lazily, her fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "You're so powerful and sexy," she replied, her voice soft but sure. "And you're all mine."

He chuckled, the sound warm and rich, before reluctantly pulling away.

They stepped out of the shower, Logan grabbing a towel to gently dry her off before wrapping another around himself.

He led her to the bedroom, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the shower.

Once under the covers, he pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.

Zoe melted into him, her body finally registering the exhaustion from the day's events—the intense training, the emotional revelations, and the passion they'd just shared.

She nestled her head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a sense of calm.

Her eyes grew heavy, her breathing slowing as sleep began to claim her.

As she drifted off, her mind wandered to the dark russet wolf with deep green eyes that made her wolf feel stronger, to the prophecy that had thrust her into this world, and to the fierce, strong man who lay beside her.

She felt a sense of belonging she hadn't known she was missing, a completeness that filled the voids she'd carried for too long.

Logan's fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm, his touch soothing as he whispered, "Sleep, Zoe. I've got you now."

And with that, she surrendered to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of a future where they stood together united.