Page 109 of Shifters Reckoning

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me off the table into his arms. The tablecloth came with me, and the centerpieces crashed to the floor.

“No way that table was going to hold me without crashing,” he said as he carried me to our bedroom.

“Like the table we killed in the cabin?” I giggled. “Who had to clean that up?”

“Fuck if I know. Could have been any shifter in Six-Mile.”

“Do you think they knew we were the ones who broke it?”

“Olivia sent out a memo when we locked ourselves in the bedroom. Broken tables and beds were to be considered fated mate aftermath with a standing instruction to clean it up.”

“Are you kidding?”

“What do you think?” He deposited me on the bed, climbed onto the mattress, and settled over me. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it along my center.

I hooked my leg under his and flipped him beneath me. Then I leaned over him in the dim light with my rainbow hair falling around us both.

Like the aurora, he sent. His hands gripped my hips, and his blue eyes blazed up at me, intense and reverent at once. “You’re incredible,” he breathed. “Take whatever you want, Emma. Everything. It’s all yours.”

I took him in hand and sank down onto him slowly, seductively. His jaw clenched, and his iron control slipped. The open, unwalled, wide-flung bond amplified his sensations and mine. Then it looped.

My pleasure spilled into him and came back doubled by his, and his rolled into me and returned tripled, a closed circuit with nothing to do but climb until I didn’t know whose sensations were whose.

He experienced what he did to me, and I shared what he did to me. It was almost too much. It was the opposite of the wall.

“Logan,” I gasped, rolling my hips.

“I’ve got you.” His hands guided me, and his thumbs pressed bruises into my skin. He bucked his hips and surged up under me. “I’ve got you, love. Take your time. We’ve got all night. Alpha’s privilege.”

I’m going to show those off like jewelry. Oh, shit, Logan. Yes!

A rough laugh escaped him, and he rubbed my clit.

Then I lost the thread of the joke entirely. He’d found the angle that turned my spine to water, and he knew it. The smug bastard grinned even as his own breath turned choppy.

I set the pace long enough to drive us both to the edge. The wolf in him came to the fore, and he rolled us over. I let him. God, I let him. Being ravaged by Logan Blackwood was my forever.

Don’t stop, I sent.

Never.

You feel so good.

Mine, he sent through the bond. Still mine.

Still yours, I sent back. Always. Even after. Especially after.

His forehead dropped to mine. Our breath became one breath.

An inferno poured down the open bond into him and back into me. He lit up in silvery light, and our magic linked.

We didn’t flinch away from the blaze. He was there with me, under it, taking the overflow, grounding me even in this. All that power had somewhere to go besides burning down the only thing I’d ever wanted to keep.

The crest took me, sudden and total. It shook loose everything I’d been white-knuckling for months, and I shattered around him, screaming his name. The panes of glass vibrated and cracked in their frames. The bed shook, and the earth quaked beneath the manor.

I came apart, but I stayed whole. The impossible, generous, ordinary miracle was the entire secret of us.

I was the storm.