The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Paige's POV.

I squeal as I see him over my shoulder. He's sprinting towards me, cock swinging with the momentum of his run. I dodge through the trees, not caring that my feet are getting dirty, or that I'm naked and drenched, too.

He catches up to me and grabs my waist, hoisting me into the air. He slams me against a particularly large tree trunk, winding me. His hands rest on the tree, on either side of my face as he pins me with a faux—angry expression.

'Where were you trying to run to, baby' He taunts me as I try to catch my breath.

He leans in and grazes his lips against mine. He kisses down my jaw, down my neck. He softly bites his mark and I moan in response, writhing against him.

He moves his hands to my thighs. He lifts me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. In one swift thrust, he enters me. I moan loudly and throw my head back as he fills me completely.

'You're not getting away from me, ever,' he grunts in my ear as he begins pounding into me.

I clench around him and wrap my arms around his neck.

'I don't want to,' I manage to gasp out the words.

He pins me against the trunk as he fucks me with fervor. His right hand comes up to wrap around my throat again, not enough to choke me, but enough to hold me in place.

He kisses down my neck and it's all too much. I climax around his cock as he sinks his teeth into my neck, remarking me.

When he retracts his teeth, I push his hand away from my throat and wrap my own around the back of his neck. I pull him towards me. As he thrusts in and out of my pussy, I sink my teeth into his throat, marking him again.

He grunts loudly and I feel him empty himself inside me. We sink to the forest floor together, our limbs entangled, our bodies still connected.

We breathe heavily and rest our foreheads against each other. A wave of pain and pleasure hits me. When I open my eyes, I can see that Logan's have turned black again, my pheromones having surrounded him.

'Ready for round twenty—five' I ask casually, he growls in response.

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After a second wash in the river, we dry off and get dressed. The worst of my heat is behind us.

We return to civilization, stepping out of the forest, casual as hell. Some humans give us strange looks, but they probably think we're avid hikers or something.

I take Logan back to my flat, where we shower properly. It's a tight squeeze in my shower, but we make it work.

I clean my teeth and find him a new toothbrush to use. I brush my hair, apply a bit of make—up and dress in clean clothes.

Logan gets a taxi back to his house; it is on the other side of the city. When he comes back, he is wearing fresh clothes.

I make some food for us, and we eat it in my lounge.

'So, where do we go from here, then' I ask him. 'Neither of us belong to a pack.'

He shrugs and finishes swallowing. 'I don't know. Now that we've mated, I want to move in with you. We can remain without a pack if you like, we just need to find somewhere for us both to live.'

I look around my apartment.

'You could move in here It took me ages to find the right place. It's only a ten—minute walk from the hospital and I think it will be big enough for both of us.'

'You will be okay with that Me moving in here'

I smile at him, surprised by his question. 'Of course! We're mates.'

The rest of the day is quite relaxed. I call my parents and let them know what has happened in the last two days. They are bursting with excitement, just like they were when Phoebe met Oberon.

We arrange to come over the following weekend. They're desperate to meet Logan. Logan doesn't have any family other than a cousin who lives a couple of hours away.

He works for a construction company, so he gets weekends off. He speaks to his landlord and terminates his contract. He's given one week to move out and we start making the arrangements for him to move his stuff to mine.

He helps me clear some stuff out of the near—empty spare room. Now that he is moving in, we can do something with the room. Maybe make it a guest room or an office.

In the evening, we watch TV and eat dinner. We talk and laugh and get to know each other. It's backward, the way we've done things. Instead of getting to know each other and then completing the mating bond, we did it the other way.

There's still so much we need to find out about each other, but I love that.

It isn't until we get into bed that night that I panic. I spot my birth control pills on the bedside table and my stomach flips.

I wasn't able to take my birth control and we have had a lot of sex. Oh, Goddess, what if I'm pregnant

We only met yesterday. Logan is going to freak out!

He finds me in the bedroom, sat on my bed and chewing my nails. I need to go and get the morning after pill tomorrow. But it's a Sunday, the pharmacies will be closed…

'Are you okay' Logan asks worriedly. 'What's wrong'

He sits down next to me, and I hold up my pills. 'I didn't have them with me, I missed yesterday's pill.'

He looks between the blister pack and me. 'Is that so bad'

I blink a couple of times, surprised by this reaction. That really isn't what I was expecting him to say.

'It's a bit soon, don't you think' I say and laugh awkwardly. 'We only met yesterday.'

He shrugs and sits back on the bed. 'We're mates, Paige. We're going to have children eventually, what's wrong with having them earlier than expected'

He studies my face and then smiles. 'I'm letting you know that I'm cool with it. I want to have children with you. I would be excited if you did get pregnant, but it is your body, so it is your choice. If you want to get that after pill, you can. It is up to you.'

I feel touched by his sweet response. Who would have thought that scary rogue chained in the cells is actually so sweet and loving

'Okay,' I reply and put my arms around his neck. 'I guess we'll see what happens.'

He grins and then leans in to kiss me. As always with us, the kiss turns heated.

Logan pushes me back onto the bed and hovers over me. His lips never stray from mine as he pushes my t—shirt up to play with my breasts. I arch my back, pushing them into his hands as encouragement.

He checks that I am wet enough, which I most certainly am, and he enters me a few seconds later. I savor the perfect feeling of him inside me. I've experienced this so much the last two days, but I'm not bored or sick of it in the slightest.

We rock against each other, helped to bring our bodies to new heights. The pleasure that hits us is intense and overwhelming. I cry out as my climax hits. Logan holds me close to him, grunting into my neck as he finds his release.

We lay on my bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. Whatever happens, whether we have a baby now or later, I know we're going to be okay.

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