Women wanted him and men feared him and Logan had done his damndest to be just like him. It wasn’t until Elizabeth had chosen him when they were barely fifteen that Logan finally felt that he had something special that no other man had.
Elizabeth had been a breath of fresh air to their tiny village and while every boy and man had wanted her, she had wanted him. She made him feel like a king and he’d fallen hard for her. He’d been so young and foolish, but he’d been damned determined to do right by her and refused to insult her by offering her less than what she’d deserved.
For ten years he’d worked and scrounged for every penny he could get his hands on until he had enough to buy the perfect land for Elizabeth. It was the most beautiful land he’d ever seen in his life and he knew the moment he saw it that she would love it and she had.
She’d cried and laughed as she ran through streams and high grass making him laugh and fall in love with her all over again.
His hands clenched almost painfully from the memory he wished would go away. He didn’t want to think about Elizabeth anymore. He didn’t want the pain of her life and death to haunt him any longer. After nine hundred years he desperately needed some peace and he knew it would only come when he dealt with the bastard that cost her her life, but he knew he had to wait just a little bit longer.
He needed this program. More importantly he needed to make sure none of the other Masters got their hands on this program and with Kale working for him he could guarantee that wouldn’t happen. The man was relentless and wouldn’t stop until the job was done.
“If I do this-” Kale started.
“You will do this,” Logan said, cutting him off, not allowing himself to look back, knowing that if he did all his good intentions would be for nothing and he would kill the man.
“-then I want the slate wiped clean between us,” Kale said as if Logan had never spoken.
He had to bite back a laugh at that. Forgiveness? There would never be any. “We’ll see,” he said, knowing if he flat out lied that the man would simply walk out and entertain another Master’s offer.
Kale sighed heavily behind him, sounding exhausted.
“Fine. I’ll take the job. But once I deliver the woman to you, we’re even.”
Never.
“Of course,” Logan murmured, knowing the second Ms.
McGuire was securely in his hands that he’d finally give Elizabeth the justice she deserved. He reached out and straightened a paper weight on his desk, knowing the next thing he needed to say was going to be met with some resistance.
“If she’s found her mate I need you to take him as well,”
he said.
“Mate?” Kale said, sounding truly confused. “Is she a shifter or a demon?”
He looked over his shoulder, unwilling to miss the man’s reaction as he said, “Sentinel.”
If Logan was the type of man to react to anything he would have smiled at the man’s reaction.
“Bloody hell,” Kale groaned, closing his eyes in resignation. “Now I know we’re even after I do this.”
Not until the last drop of Kale’s blood left his body, Logan thought, but the man didn’t need to know that at the moment. He had enough to deal with at the moment.
But soon……..
Chapter 8
“Baby, I have to go,” Ephraim mumbled against Madison’s lips, groaning when she ran her fingers over the neck of his black tee shirt, down his stomach and over the waist of his jeans until she finally cupped his erection through his pants and squeezed, hard.
“All I need is five minutes,” Madison promised as she ran her clever little hand back up to the waist of his pants and yanked his shirt up and over his head so that she could run her fingers over his bare skin and the head of his erection as it pushed past the waist of his pants in an attempt to get closer to Madison.
Ephraim growled as she gripped the tip of his hard c**k and pulled it straight up, freeing several more inches of his erection for her busy little hand to play with.
“I have to go, baby,” he said, but he made no move to step away from her. Between the way she was rubbing the few drops of excitement that had escaped over the tip of his erection and the way she was softly suckling his tongue as she moaned, and scent of her arousal, which hit him as hard as a battering ram a few minutes ago when she entered the basement, he was helpless to fight back or really care that his son and his mate were waiting for him.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he’d be doing his son a favor by giving him five more minutes alone with his mate. It would be good for Chris to get to know his mate, he decided, basing that of course on fatherly concern and not on the way that Madison was moaning against his mouth, or the sweet smell that was telling him that she was wet and ready for him.
“Alright, you can have five minutes,” he said, sighing heavily as if what she wanted from him somehow pained him. It did, but in a good way. Madison broke away from the kiss, giving him one of those sexy coy smiles that she knew drove him crazy “That’s very generous of you,” Madison said with a knowing look. The woman could smell how turned on he was and was going to use it to bring him to his knees and make him beg and he was going to love every f**king minute of it.
“I don’t have much time, baby,” he reminded her, fighting the urge to throw her against the wall and f**k her hard. If she wasn’t carrying his babies and was a tad unpredictable because of her hormones he’d be doing just that, but he knew she needed to run the show right now. So he fought back the urge to take over, knowing it just might kill him to keep his hands off her.
“Tonight’s a full moon,” Madison said conversationally as she slowly lowered the thin straps of the white floral summer dress she’d changed into earlier.
“Yes,” he agreed tightly as his eyes devoured a strapless baby blue lace bra that showed more than it concealed.
He licked his lips as his eyes focused on the large butterscotch ni**les poking against the lacey material and knew he could make her come just by sucking on them.
“It’s going to be a very long night,” she mused, sliding the dress down and taking the matching panties that he got a glimpse of down with the dress leaving her bare, except for the bra, which had him panting.
She leaned into him, pressing her large firm br**sts against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He placed his hands on her bare h*ps and nearly groaned as he slid his hands down to cup her warm bottom and pull her more snugly against him.
“Did you hear what I said, Ephraim?” she asked, drawing his attention, but stealing it again by rubbing herself against his erection.
All the air in his lungs rushed out of his body as she ground herself against him with just the right amount of pressure. Long before he’d met Madison he’d f**ked a lot of women who knew how to play the game to get what they wanted, but not one of them could hold a candle to his incredibly beautiful sexy wife.
Even after ten years he couldn’t believe how incredibly fortunate he was to have found her. She was the love of his life, his best friend, his conscious, his soul mate and the most wonderful mother any child could be blessed to have and he couldn’t imagine living an eternity without her.
“I think it would be dangerous to give you release,”