The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Paige's POV.

I flinch back as though he's burned me. I fall backward, landing on my butt and hands.

Logan stares at me with wide eyes.

'Mate' He mumbles the word, looking both elated and confused.

I try to get my brain to focus. He's my mate, which is a good thing, it means I'm not stuck in here with some stranger.

I can't believe that I've been waiting so long for this. I've been counting the days since my twin found her mate, waiting anxiously to meet mine. Just my luck that I would meet him under these circumstances. A prison cell is hardly romantic.

The bad news, however, is that my mate is a rogue that is currently chained up and awaiting trial. As mates and with me in heat, there's nothing stopping us from completing the mating process.

I really don't think we're ready for that, we only met a couple of hours ago. I wanted my mating to be sweet and romantic and tender. It will be none of those things with me in heat.

This isn't what I wanted for us. I wanted cute dates and sweet words and affection.

Another wave hits me and clutches my stomach, breathing rapidly through the pain. The pleasure that follows has me falling onto my back.

The chains clink and I open my eyes to see Logan standing up from his position on the floor. He towers over me, looking down with thunderous eyes. He looks determined and aroused.

I swallow hard, my mouth feeling suddenly dry. He clenches his fists and lifts his arms, pulling against the chains.

My eyes widen as they creak and strain under his strength.

Holy shit, he's trying to break out of them.

I start backing up, towards the other side of the cell. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, as does he with me. I use my hands and feet to push myself backward on my bum.

He growls loudly. It's a murderous sound that shakes the walls of the cell. His muscles pop and flex as he yanks his arms forwards. With a metallic snap, the chains break and fall to the ground. My mate stands before me, his chest heaving up and down with his ragged breaths. All that remains of his restraints, are the two cuffs around his wrists.

Pain and pleasure shoot through me and I fall back onto the floor again. My head hits the concrete with a smack, and I groan at the shooting pain.

When I open my eyes, Logan kneels in front of me. His chest rumbles with endless growls, his golden skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looks delicious. I can't help myself.

My fingernails shift into claws, and I slash my hand out, carefully shredding his shorts. They fall in scraps to the floor below him.

Even through my lust—filled haze, I can appreciate the beauty of his dick. Long, thick and covered in veins, it's a sight to behold. The head is red and shiny with pre—cum. I want it in my mouth, so, that's what I do.

I lean forwards and wrap my lips around his dick. He grunts and jerks his hips forwards, pushing me further into his mouth. I relax my throat and take him deep.

Fabric tearing reaches my ears, and I feel my bra and thong dropping to the floor. Naked and bent over before him, I suck his dick like it's the last dick on earth. For me, it is the last dick I'll ever have and I'm very happy about that.

His enormous hands tangle into my hair, he holds me in place as he does the work, fucking my mouth. Tears roll down my face, my nose runs, saliva drips down my chin. It's not an attractive sight, I imagine, but I'm so overcome with desire that I don't care.

I feel him tense up and I know he's close. I'm glad, because I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I want him to touch me.

He grunts loudly and he stills, releasing his come into my mouth. I take it all, but don't swallow it. He slides from my mouth, and I look up at him. He puts his thumb on my bottom lip and pulls down. I respond to his silent request to open my mouth, showing him his white come before I swallow it all.

His eyes turn completely black, even the sclera. He growls and grabs my shoulders. He pulls me up, only to throw me back down on the bed. He snarls aggressively and dives down between my legs.

The upper half of my body lurches up, off the bed, as his tongue dives into me. He loudly laps up my juices, the squelching noises fill the room. I fall back against the mattress again as he begins licking up and down my pussy. His actions are frantic, when I look down at his face between my legs, he looks possessed. I probably look the same way.

He moves his tongue higher, over the bundle of nerves that is practically on fire. A mini—orgasm tears through me the second he circles my clit with his tongue. Every nerve ending is so on edge from my heat, I feel like I'm going to melt under his touch.

Another pleasurepain wave starts to hit and in response, Logan shoves two thick digits inside me. The wave stops in its tracks, and I moan as only pleasure overwhelms me. He is the cure to my heat; he can take away the pain.

He begins quickly pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy whilst he licks my clit. He is relentless, carrying me through three, toe—curling orgasms.

My heat is not gone, it won't be until the morning. All he can do is fuck it out of me. And that's what he does.

Logan grabs my hips and lifts me up. I know from the look in his eyes that he is ready for us to mate. I don't have much of a choice on whether I am ready or not, my body will take over my mind.

I thought it would be romantic, soft, that there would be sweet words spoken. Neither of us is capable of forming a sentence right now. All I can focus on is that we can do it slow and romantic at a later time.

There's going to be nothing sweet about our mating. It's going to be raw, carnal fucking.

Logan kneels on the floor, his dick pointed upright between his thighs, reaching his navel. He lines me up with his cock and then sits me down on it. He sinks fully into me, and my thighs touch the concrete floor.

I gasp loudly as he stretches me to the point of pain. Tears roll down my face as my pussy burns around him. Instead of doing what most guys do, which is to freeze and give the girl time to adjust, Logan begins brutally fucking me.

His hips piston up and down, thrusting repeatedly into me as I grip his shoulders. My fingertips dig into his skin as I try to ignore the pain. I know he's caught up in my heat, he's not in control of himself right now, and neither am I.

The pain is oddly addictive, and I find myself moving down to meet his upward thrusts. The slight burn remains, but the stinging pain fades. I grasp his shoulders and meet him with every thrust.

I start to adjust to the position, but he stands up. He takes me with him, his cock still inside me. He presses my back against the cold wall and begins fucking me against it. He holds my butt cheeks as he violently pounds into me, pinning me to the wall. I lean my head back and take his delicious pounding.

He releases little grunts into my ear as he fills me. His muscles tense and strain with exertion. The feeling of his veiny cock repeatedly dragging over my walls is too much. I clamp down around him and scream out my orgasm.

He doesn't relent as he fucks me through my orgasm, drawing it out for me. As I come down from my high, I unclench my pussy from around him and he groans.

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