Page 70 of Shifters Reckoning

CHAPTER TWENTY

logan

Ihad told her later.

Later… After she’d asked about the new layer in my soul. She’d caught it the second I came home. Later, because a war council was no place to explain that I’d walked into the Void a shifter and come out with a new power.

Later had arrived. She lay sprawled across my chest, still coming down, her rainbow hair a wreck against my skin. My hand rested between her breasts, and her heart throbbed beneath my palm. The bond gaped wide between us with nowhere left to hide.

Feel that? I sent her.

Hmmm?

I drew the new silver-white thread into her light. It didn’t flicker. It held steady as a level line.

Emma went still against me. Not afraid. She was evaluating the frequency and formulating a diagnosis dropping into her all at once.

That’s what opened in the Void. There were a hundred shadow mages between me and getting home to you, and I tapped a power I’ve never had before. Not the wolf, not the pack, and I sliced through his army like they were fog. And, Emma…

Yes? Her reply was tentative.

I liked it. I tore a hole through a hundred yards of the dead, and I liked it, and I don’t know how much bigger it’ll be next time. Death becomes me. That’s what I hear when I close my eyes.

Her hand flattened over my heart, over the scar, over the once-dead flesh that ached whenever his work came near.

We’re the same tonight, both scared of what our magic did easily.

Yeah, I guess we are.

And that was it. That was the whole confession, the thing I’d been carrying since the drowned flat, and she didn’t recoil from my truth any more than I’d recoiled from hers.

She lifted her head and studied me with her mossy-green eyes, soft and fierce at once. “Then here’s what we do about it. You be my anchor, and I’ll be yours. Whatever’s rising in you, it runs to earth through me. Whatever’s rising in me runs to earth through you. Neither one of us burns the house down alone. Together or not at all.”

I loved that woman in a lot of ways, in a lot of rooms. I didn’t think I had ever loved her more than right then, naked, wrung out, and unafraid, prescribing us a way to survive our own power like she was writing up aftercare for a stitched wound.

“Deal.”

Then I rolled her under me, and we re-consummated the fating of our souls.

The first time that night had been for her… for the shaking, for the fear, for reminding her whose she was and who she still was. This time was for me.

I took every inch I’d starved for, every soft sound I’d lain awake missing while I stood at that window and wanted to tear the distance apart. Her curves, her blueberries-and-sage scent, the way she gasped my name when I revisited the places only I knew.

My wolf howled approval in my head, and Emma’s satisfied smile echoed through our bond. The silver light in my chest went quiet too, banked and harmless, grounded exactly the way she’d promised, running through to the one person in the world built to take my current.

“Logan.” Her nails dragged down my back, and her legs came around me. She rocked her hips, bringing us together over and over. The bond was so wide there was no telling her pleasure from mine, doubling, climbing. She panted. “Harder. Harder.”

“Bossy,” I growled against her throat. “I am your alpha. Forever.”

“I will end you. Oh, oh, oh…”

“Come again for me.” I set the pace she demanded. Her desire built, and I clenched my teeth. “That’s right. So good.”

I poured every sensation into her and devoured hers. God, yes. Mine. Home. Don’t leave me on the wrong side of a wall again, Emma. Whatever’s coming. Take me with you.

“Oh, God, Logan, yes!” she screamed, and her muscles clenched.

“Good girl,” I moaned. “Such a good girl. Mine.”