Page 12 of Shifters Reckoning

As I kissed her again, the forest went quiet. Every leaf, every ray of sunlight breaking through the branches, every heartbeat was ours. The trees were silent witnesses to the kind of love that didn’t ask for permission.

My lips made their way to her neck and shoulder. Then I bit her gently.

She dragged her nails down my back. Our clothes were soon shredded on the forest floor with an eagerness so strong it overrode any ounce of logic I had telling me to slow down, to worry about being caught fucking my mate in the woods. Cathartic.

If they found us… Well… Let them look.

As though she heard me through our bond, she collapsed into the largest pile of fresh autumn leaves, her hands digging into them on either side of her, her hair fanned out like rays of multicolored sunlight as she waited for me to join her.

I needed her raw passion. Gorgeous and naked.

I needed to let the fearless beast in me ruin her.

I needed her to ruin me.

I fucking needed this.

And so did she.

“Fuck me,” Emma demanded.

CHAPTER FOUR

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Gesturing to him, I repeated my command, “Fuck me, Logan.”

Logan peered down at me, his face awash in something akin to reverence. But he winked at me. “Have you ever had sex in a forest?”

“What do you think?” I asked, leaning up and tucking my elbows behind me, the leaves rustling and crunching beneath my weight. Tipping my head to the side, I considered him. “Unless being fucked in a tree counts.”

“Apples and oranges,” he said.

“Kitchen, back seat, shower, tree, or forest… Same answer. At least until you showed up and blew my carefully structured life to hell in a shifter handbasket.”

He quirked an eyebrow, his dark hair falling over his forehead. The shadows still swirled in his eyes, but they had brightened.

Not so patiently, I waited for him to join me in the pile of leaves. I sucked in the brisk air, glad it was cleaner, sharper, and living. Alive.

God, I feel so alive right now.

The chill in the air grounded me as it kissed my skin and sent a rush through my entire body, drawing my nipples to points.

The Louisiana forest stretched before me, quiet except for the whisper of wind dancing through the trees. There was something deeply primal when it came to fucking outdoors… No, when it came to fucking Logan. After everything we had been through, this felt like rebirth of the possible, of the idea that we could have a life together after Acheron.

I am the phoenix rising from the ashes. Or in this case, the multimorph in a pile of leaves.

Logan’s eyes widened with amusement. “A phoenix? Don’t think I’ve had sex with a phoenix.”

“You’ll have to settle for a multimorph, I’m afraid. Don’t think I know how to shift into a phoenix. At least not yet.” I wagged my eyebrows. “Don’t count it out, though.”

“Noted.” With a low growl, he finally heeded my earlier command and dropped to his knees beside me.

“Good boy,” I murmured.

His hand brushed mine as we settled into the bed created by nature. The sun had moved higher, and if it weren’t for the protection of the trees, I’d feel exposed. Of course, after what I had endured, nothing could hurt me now. I felt that in my bones.

With a sheepish smile, Logan raked his hands through his hair. I could still taste him on my lips from the night before. The thought of feeling him again, tasting him again, made my heart clench. Every part of me craved him.