Page 50 of Shifters Unifying

“Did someone say fresh meat?” Ahmie and Evie spoke as one, and their eyes gleamed with mirrored interest. “That’s one of the things we do back home.”

“Training?” I asked.

“They’re good at it,” Levi added.

I crossed my arms and leaned on the opposite side of the support column Olivia also leaned against. “Do you think Salali would mind if I bring the newbies to your territory with us?”

Ahmie shrugged. “You’re the multimorph. I’d be willing to bet you can do what you want.”

“You’re not wrong,” I murmured. Maybe I should stop trying to allow possible offense to control my behavior. Maybe it was time I started listening to my instincts without hesitating or second-guessing.

A sweaty Logan slammed out of the front door of the manor, his skin shining red in the setting sun. His gaze landed on me and narrowed as he took one giant step toward me. He wore boxers, but the thin fabric didn’t hide anything, and every person on the porch knew what was onhismind.

Somebody snickered. I didn’t care.

I took a deep breath, reveling in the scent of him, wiggling my hips and appreciating the way my body had already responded. “Logan.”

“You are my mate, and you will come with me,” Logan growled close to my ear, sending a shiver rolling through me.

“Say it again,” I whispered, turning my face toward him, nearly lost to the world.

“You. Are. My. Mate. And. You. Will. Come,” he lingered on the word. “With. Me.”

My shudder wasn’t voluntary, but I jerked my thumb toward the others. “I’ve got to head over to Salali’s. Can you be quick?”

“Fuck quick.” Logan cursed under his breath and stalked back into manor without stopping.

Olivia’s eyebrows hit her hairline. “You gonna handle that?”

“You gonna keep them busy?”

“Yeah.”

That was all I needed to hear.

Logan didn’t wait for my invitation. The minute I strolled into his bedroom, naked, he scooped me into his arms, heaved me across the room, and tossed me onto our bed.

One leap from my tall, broody mate brought him to the edge of the mattress where he peered down at me. “I need you. Now.”

“Is that so?” I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders, making my tits bounce. “Will you ask nicely?”

“It’s been too long for that.”

“Logan,” I whispered, my thighs already slick with want.

He groaned and gripped my shoulders so hard it hurt. Desire clouded his eyes as he raked his gaze over me. One hard shove forced me onto my back on the bed.

My breath caught in my throat as the mattress gave way under me. “Take me.”

Logan straddled me in a second, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that stole all reason. His hands were everywhere—rough, urgent, unapologetic—and I arched up into him without thinking, clawing at his chest as though it was the only way back to any kind of sense.

Our kisses were messy, frantic, and I reached behind me to grab the bed. Logan captured my hands and held them down.

I barely registered the sound of fabric tearing until I heard it. Sharp, sudden. I frowned. “We’re naked. What the hell ripped?”

Logan smirked, and his gaze cut to a spot on the left of my head. His hand curled around the edge of the torn fabric as he lifted it.

“Sheets,” I murmured, lifting my head to press kisses along his chest.