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“I don’t share that sentiment,” Logan said as his gaze narrowed. He tipped his head to the side, mentally removing my clothes.

I quirked an eyebrow, but I didn’t respond.Couldn’trespond. The sex drive I had for him… My grip tightened on my phone.

“I never thanked you for fixing this,” I said to Olivia, glancing down at my cell. At least two dozen missed calls and so many texts. How did I start any of those calls? None of them were from Riley, and my heart cracked a little. She had to be okay.

“No problem,” Olivia said.

I opened a text message to my mother, trying to decide how to begin. Telling her about everything that’s happened via text isn’t something I want to do. Instead, I type Riley’s name in as the recipient.

Me: Hey, Riley. Checking in.

She didn’t respond immediately, so I opened a text to Shannon.

Me: Hey, girl. Checking in.

Shannon’s name and face immediately popped up on my caller ID. I lifted my phone and turn to the others. “I’m going to take this on the porch.”

Logan’s gaze cut toward me, and a dark lock of hair fell over his forehead, his stubble already visible. Every inch of him contained tightly coiled power, ready to spring at any moment. “You sure about that?”

“Shannon already saw me shift. I should at least let her know that I’m not dead after the kidnapping attempt.”

“Sounds good,” Olivia interjected. She touched Logan’s elbow. “Now what do you want to do about patrols?”

He bent his large, muscular frame back over the maps on his big desk in his giant library, and I appreciated the flex in his ass, briefly wondering if his ass muscles were sore post-mating.

He glanced back at me, and a grin spread across his face. “I’ve not fucked you enough yet to be sore. Are you?”

“No,” I breathed.

“Then I haven’t done my job well enough.”

I groaned. “I’m not going to get used to you hearing every damn thing in my head.”

“Not every damn thing,” he countered. “Just what concerns me.”

My phone stopped buzzing as Shannon’s call transferred to voicemail. “Stop distracting me, Logan. Please?”

“Never fucking ever,” he growled, and his eyes turned hazy. “Come here. Let me devour you.”

The tension in the room turned palpable, and my skin prickled as though a predator hunted me, wanted to devour me head to toe. And I’d let him.

My favorite game of chase… Would it be so bad if?—

Jasper beamed at the two of us and smoothed his beard. “Didn’t I tell ye, lass?”

Olivia crossed her arms, an annoyed expression plastered on her face.

What was it Logan liked to say? Oh, yeah.

Fuckity, fuck, fuck.

CHAPTER TWO

emma

God.They warned me.Is this what it’s going to be like for the next six months?

Ripping each other’s clothes off even while the whole shifter world was at stake?