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Chapter

Twenty-Six

brIDGETTE

L ogan didn’t haul me over his shoulder the way I had expected him to. Instead, he swept me up in his arms and carried me bridal style. I couldn’t help but feel like some kind of medieval damsel being carried away by her strong and mighty warlord. I giggled at the thought.

“Something funny, little witch?” Logan glanced down at me as he took the stairs two at a time.

“I was just thinking that I feel like a dainty maiden in the strong arms of her mighty warlord, who is about to do very dangerous things to her.” I laughed as he tossed me on the bed, then didn’t hesitate to yank my skirt from my body.

“Well then,” he said with a husky purr in a pretty good imitation of a Scottish accent. “Be prepared to have your maidenly sensibilities completely scandalized.”

With those words that had my belly flipping in anticipation, Logan brought his hands to my blouse and yanked until the fabric ripped in half down the center. I gasped as I glanced down, seeing his big hands running up my stomach to cover my breasts completely.

“That was one of my favorites,” I moaned as he pinched my nipples roughly, then yanked my bra down to bare my breasts.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more,” he promised before latching onto one nipple and sucking deep. My back bowed as the sensations zipped through me in a line straight to my clit. His other hand toyed with my other nipple before he switched positions, paying attention to both breasts equally. I couldn’t keep still as I writhed on the bed, needing more, needing to touch him.

After our heart wrenching conversation downstairs, I thought that we both needed the closeness, the connection, to seal our confessions with our bodies. My mate loved me. It was a dream that was too good for my little girl’s heart to believe. I wanted it more than anything. For once in my life, I decided to let go of my fears, to trust in the Fates, and in my mate. I had a future I could look forward to, with Logan and our growing family.

I cried out as Logan’s hand drifted down my belly and found the heat of my center. With one large finger, he plunged into my depths, making me want more. Always more. I scrambled with my good hand to get his shirt up and over his broad, muscular back, needing the connection of skin to skin.

Logan removed his finger from my channel and brought it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Even after all the things we had done to each other, seeing him enjoy my taste still brought a rush of heat to my cheeks. He chuckled as he saw the flush rising. Lifting his torso from mine, Logan reached behind his head and had his shirt up and discarded before I could blink.

With admiration for his stunning physique, I ran my hands over his shoulders and pecs, loving the hard feel of his muscles, the dips and valleys of his abs as they flexed with every movement. “Have I told you how much I love your body?” I breathed out, unable to tear my gaze from him.

In a heartbeat, I was flipped over and suddenly found myself astride Logan’s hips. “Babe, there is no way you could possibly love my body more than I love yours,” he replied with a grin, right before he leaned up to take my breast back into his mouth.

I threw my head back on a moan at the incredible sensation and ground my pelvis into his, only then realizing that he hadn’t taken his pants off yet. With a frustrated sound deep in my throat, I reached between us and unsnapped his slacks before ripping the zipper down. I had to raise up on my knees to shimmy down his pants and boxers, ignoring the twinge of pain in my wounded hand.

Logan took advantage of my distraction to unhook my bra, then he put me out of my frustrated misery by lifting his hips and helping to push his pants down as far as he could reach. At that point, we both gave up on removing any more clothing. With his pants around his knees and his shoes still on, I rose up again and gripped his cock tightly in my good hand.

“Little witch, if you don’t get that snug little pussy wrapped around my cock?—”

I sank down in one swift movement and cried out at the sudden intrusion. “Oh. My. Goddess,” I breathed out as our hips met and held. Logan was a big man all over, and it hadn’t been very long since I’d lost my virginity to him. It was still a tight fit, and I probably should have taken it a little bit slower.

“Bridgette, babe. Are you alright?” Logan asked, his hands cupping my cheeks. I blinked open my eyes to see him staring up at me with concern. I smiled down at him when I realized that the expression I’d had trouble identifying in the past was love.

“I am wonderful. You’re so big, but it feels so good.”

Logan closed his eyes and groaned. “Ahh, little witch. You can’t say things like that and expect me to maintain control.”

I lifted my hips until just the tip of him remained inside me. Then I dropped back down, hard. I threw back my head and let out a cry of pleasured pain. Before I could do it again, Logan’s hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold that was likely to leave bruises by morning.

Suddenly, I was no longer in control. I may have been on top, but Logan set the pace. Over and over, I was lifted effortlessly, and all I could do was hold on to his bulging biceps as I enjoyed every second.

Logan’s hips rose to meet every drop with a thrust that sent his cock into the deepest depths of my channel as he pummeled me from the inside. The pleasure outweighed the pain until all I felt was wave after wave of electric ecstasy.

Before I could take in what was happening, Logan had me on my back with one knee pressed up against my chest. With a grunt that made my stomach flip in the best way possible, Logan proceeded to thrust into me, pumping his hips at a rapid pace. I could feel the pleasure build to a crescendo that I found myself scared of; it was so intense.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good. I will never get enough of you.”

“Logan!” I cried out, digging my fingernails into his shoulders. “It’s too much!”

“No,” he snarled down into my face. “It’s not enough. Feel me, little witch. Feel what I do to you. Feel how much I love you.”

“Logan,” I sobbed, my heart unable to take the flood of emotions at his words.

“I would die for you. I will never let you go.”

“I love you, too!” I blurted, the words refusing to be held back. “I love you!” I screamed as the dam broke and the intense pleasure swept me away into an orgasm so powerful that stars burst in front of my eyes.

“That’s it, love. Take me. Take everything I am, because I’m yours. Always,” Logan growled. With his teeth bared, he thrust harder than ever before, and I could feel his cock growing impossibly thicker inside of me. “My mate. Mine!” he roared. With those final words, he let go, his hot release throbbing inside me as it filled me to overflowing. Each pulse was like another electric shock, triggering a second orgasm nearly as intense as the first.

Panting and sweaty, Logan rolled us so we were lying on our sides facing each other. His hand held my leg firmly over his hip, keeping us locked firmly in place. He stared intently into my eyes, saying without words everything my heart needed to hear, and I cried.

Bursting into tears, I buried my face into his chest and wrapped my arms as tightly around him as I could. He’d done the impossible. He’d melted my heart and broken down every single wall I’d erected painstakingly over the years.

“I love you,” I choked out again. “I really do, Logan. I’m scared of how much I feel.”

“I know you do, little witch,” he said softly into my hair. “You always have. You just weren’t ready to admit it until now.”

He was right. He was always right.

“I haven’t told you something important, Logan,” I whispered.

I felt him stiffen slightly before tightening his arms as if he were afraid I was going to disappear. “What is it, Bridgette?”

I cleared my throat, but knew that there would be no better time than that moment. “There are words to say,” I paused, carefully thinking about what I was explaining. There was no going back once I told him. “Words that would bond us together, forever.”

Logan slowly loosened his hold, then slid out of me to sit up on the bed as I lay there, hardly daring to breathe. When I didn’t move to join him, he turned me, then lifted until I was sitting across his lap. He tenderly brushed the hair from my eyes and examined my face carefully. “What words?” he finally asked, his voice husky and his eyes soft.

“They must not ever be taken lightly,” I began with a warning. “They are like a ritual, a vow. Much more serious than any wedding vows. Those can be broken.” I looked down, realizing what I’d said. Logan knew better than anyone what it was like to divorce.

I felt his fingertips brush the underside of my chin as he nudged my chin up gently. “What words, little witch?”

“They are binding words that will start the joining of our souls. It can never be undone. Some witches will take years before they finally say them...”

“Bridgette,” Logan demanded softly and waited until I looked back up at him. “Tell me what to say.”

My eyes swam with tears as I gazed at his handsome face. His gray eyes were so serious, so loving, I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest at how much emotion filled me, knowing that he wasn’t even remotely hesitating.

I lifted one hand and held it palm out and waited for him to do the same. I linked our fingers together as a symbol of the way our souls would soon be entwined. I recited the vows I had learned as a young child.

Yesterday,

Tomorrow,

Forever.

I vow to be yours

Until there is no moon.

Yesterday,

Tomorrow,

Forever,

You vow to be mine

Until there are no stars.

Yesterday,

Tomorrow,

Forever.

We are now one.

May the Goddess bless us.

So mote it be.

To my surprise, Logan repeated the words immediately, exactly as I had said them to him. As soon as the last word left his lips, a warmth began to emanate from where our hands were joined and spread rapidly down my arm, to my chest, and then flowed through the rest of my body.

I breathed out, as a sense of peace and the rightness of the moment overtook me. I rested my forehead against his as we both just breathed. Logan brought our still joined hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles as I looked into his eyes.

“I love you,” he told me in a whisper, and I mouthed the words back, knowing deep in my heart that the words were true. Both his and mine.

Eventually, we unwound ourselves from each other’s embrace, and Logan left to the bathroom to fetch a warm washcloth to clean us up. When he was done, he climbed back onto the bed and pulled the covers to our chins then tugged me back into his arms where I rested my cheek against his chest.

“We’re always going to have this?” I asked softly into the dark room.

“Forever,” he replied before kissing my forehead.

“Okay,” I mumbled, and let sleep overtake me.