Chloe tried to speak, but she was having trouble just keeping her eyes open.
“Just relax,” Layla told her gently. “We're going to get you fixed. And when we're done, you'll be as good as new.”
“Yeah, did you see what we did with Mina's car? We did a great job, I tell you! It was a total wreck, but we salvaged...”
“Chloe is not a car!”
“I know that. I'm just saying...”
“Can you just be quiet for a second and help me carry her to her bedroom?” Layla snapped at her sisters. “Hurry!”
Still squabbling and jabbing at one another, the three witches managed to cart Chloe off the sofa and onto her bed without accident.
“Wha...ya doin'?” Chloe raised her head weakly from her pillow.
“Shh! Lie back down. We need to get that nasty toxin out of your system!” Kaylee wrinkled her nose. “Those Red Fangs are just the most revolting, evil, vile...”
“Not Logan Reed though. He's...” Peyton pursed her lips and sighed. “I'd say he's about the most scrumptious thing I've seen on two legs, and four!”
Chloe heard a low, angry growl rumbling round the room, and she opened her eyes to see the three Wilette witches staring at her with raised eyebrows. With a start, she realized that the growl came from her. What the...? Since when did she growl? Never. She never, ever growled.
And she would never, ever growl for him!
“Well.” Layla, the oldest triplet cleared her throat. “We'd better get started, or the most scrumptious thing will soon become the most terrifying thing.” She shot Peyton a pointed look and warned, “Logan Reed has called in the favor. He made it clear that we are to save her. Or else. So whatever you do, don't slip up. He will kill us, if anything happens to her.” Her words didn't make any sense to Chloe. What did Logan Reed have to do with them being here?
Why should he care if anything happened to her?
Maybe the toxin had already corroded all her brain cells and she was already mad.
“Ready?” Kaylee asked.
Chloe felt three pairs of hands press down over her abdomen. The three witches kept their hands on her as they began to chant softly. Their palms began to heat up, and Chloe could feel their magic flow from their fingertips.
The warmth seeped through her skin and chased down her limbs. She bucked off the mattress as a sudden jolt of pain tore through her nerves. Lightning seared the back of her eyelids and she could feel cold, sticky sweat oozing from her pores.
Firm, steady hands held her down, and she heard Layla's voice rise in volume and urgency as the witches channeled more healing power into her. Each of the Wilette sisters was a powerful witch in her own right, but together, as a coven, as a family, their power was tripled. They could access one another's emotions and magic through their triplet bond.
Chloe surrendered herself to their magic. They had kicked down her door in the nick of time to save her, and she knew they wouldn't let her die. They were good witches, and she felt safe in their hands.
She owed them, big time.
They're not doing this for you.
Chloe heard a whisper at the back of her mind. Her subconscious was still active, attentive and very alert. The earlier conversation between the Wilette witches filtered their way through her senses and as her body healed, her subconscious sifted through the words and held that glinting, golden grain of truth up to her face. Chloe could feel herself scowling.
They're doing this for one of the most feared wolves in Misty Valley, the new Alpha of the Red Fangs pack.
Logan Reed.
Ooh, she really, really hated him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Logan stared at Chloe's battered front door. What did those Wilette witches do? He'd called them and told them to get to Chloe Sullivan without delay. From the looks of it, those wise-cracking, loud-talking triplets had done just that. They had wasted no time kicking down her front door and barreling right into Chloe's house.
He only hoped they were in time to save her.
He knew that Chloe had to be in terrible agony by now. The only way he could help her was either to complete her turning and turn her into a full werewolf, or reverse the turning.
The latter was a dangerous, iffy process, but he knew that it was what Chloe wanted. After what Rhett did to her, she hated and despised his kind with a vengeance. She would never allow herself to be turned into a werewolf. She would rather die.
Logan ground his teeth, and grunted as his wounds reopened and bled. He was barefoot and wearing only his jeans and swathes of bandages. His pack medics had treated and dressed his wounds after the fight, and ordered him to rest and recuperate. One brave medic had even brandished a tranquilizer gun and threatened to use it on him if he didn't lie back down. Logan had snatched the tranquilizer gun out of his medic's hands and twisted it like a pretzel.
Nothing would keep him down. He had to see her.
He hadn't bothered to put on any shoes or even a shirt before running straight from the compound to her house. He just had to know if she was all right.
His white bandages were now dyed an unfashionable, jarring red, but he didn't care. He could hear her anguished cries from the bedroom, and his wolf rose within him. The instinct to protect his mate propelled him towards her room, towards the scent of her blood and sweat.
Logan jerked to an abrupt halt at the bedroom door. The three Wilette sisters were bending over Chloe, murmuring indistinctly to her as she thrashed on the bed. Her skin was covered with a sticky, yellow substance, and her eyes were rolling back in her head.
Peyton's eyes rounded when she spotted him striding towards the bed.
“Logan, you shouldn't be here,” Layla said tersely.
“What have you done?” he demanded, pushing Layla aside when she tried to block him. “What is happening to her?”
“We managed to force all the toxin out of her body, but...” Kaylee frowned down at Chloe's pale face. “She still seems to be in pain. She needs something. We just don't know what...”
Logan didn't wait for Kaylee to finish. He bent down and scooped Chloe's jerking body into his arms.
The moment her body touched his, she stopped thrashing and jerking about, and settled against his chest with a quiet sigh.
The Wilette witches exchanged glances, and quietly stepped away from the bed.
“It seems that you are what she needs,” Layla said. “We'll...be leaving now. There's nothing more we can do.” With that, she ushered her sisters from the room, pulling a yelping Peyton to the door by the ear.
“Come on, girl. He belongs to her,” Layla hissed at Peyton. “Now close your mouth and stop drooling.”
Logan heard the witches pull the broken front door shut as they left the house. He owed those witches one. Well, technically, they'd owed him after he helped Peyton out of a dangerous situation with a drunken rogue wolf, and he had just called in the favor. But if they succeeded in saving Chloe, he would be in their debt...forever.
Chloe whimpered in his arms and he tightened his hold on her. “Hang on, just hang in there, Chloe,” he growled into her hair. “You're going to be okay.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked vacantly at him before her eyes flicked down to her arms which were covered with a film of yellowish, slimy liquid. Her face immediately contorted in disgust and terror, and she clawed frantically at her skin, trying to get the slime off.
Logan caught her hands before she could scratch herself raw. “Stop, Chloe! Stop it.”
She didn't even look at him. Shrieking, she kept swatting and scratching at herself, growing more frantic and hysterical when the sticky toxin stuck to her hands and fingers. “No, no, no...” she wheezed, raking her nails down her arms. “No!”
“Chloe!” Logan yelled, gripping her wrists.
She froze, and large, fat tears slid down her cheeks. “I...I have to get rid of it,” she
hiccuped a sob. “I don't want any drop of this werewolf toxin on me! It's vile and evil...I d-don't want any of it on me...I don't want to be a monster! I...hate...you!”
Vile and evil. A monster.
That was how she saw him.
Logan closed his eyes for a heartbeat. She had every right to hate him. He was now the Alpha of the Red Fangs pack. She had been bitten, imprisoned and terrorized by the previous Alpha. Monsters, they were all monsters in her eyes.
“I will clean every drop of the toxin from your body, Chloe,” Logan said very slowly. “You won't ever become...a Red wolf.”
He released her hands to reach for a towel by the bedside, but the instant her hands were free, she began to claw at herself viciously.
Logan cursed loudly and grabbed her. Pinning her arms forcefully above her head to stop her from hurting herself further, he stared into her angry, burning eyes and saw that she would rather rip out her own skin than have the toxin linger for another second on her body. She couldn't stand the feel of the sticky toxin on her skin. She absolutely hated to have it on her body.
Logan lowered his face to hers. She glared at him but didn't flinch.
Breathing heavily, he began to lick the purged werewolf toxin from her skin. The toxin was bitter on his tongue, but beneath the bitterness, he tasted her. And she tasted like heaven.
Chloe stilled when he laved his tongue down her neck. She quit struggling and just lay absolutely still beneath him. She was so still that for a moment, he wondered if she was still breathing.
Then she sucked in a shuddering breath and tilted her head to the side, baring the column of her neck to him.
As Logan licked down her throat, he felt her arch her back to him. He could feel the generous swell of her breasts pressing against his chest through her sweat-drenched jumper. Her body had responded to his touch, and a single lick and swirl of his tongue had aroused her and awakened her body to his. The signs were obvious. Her mind might deny it, but her body hungered for his. She was his mate.
Logan shook his head and fought to ignore his raging erection as he licked down her shoulder. Using his claws to rip away her jumper and bra, he continued laving down her chest and up her fleshy, bountiful breast.
His eyes almost crossed when his tongue flicked across her hard, pink nipple. Unable to resist, he closed his lips around the pebbled peak and sucked greedily.
Hearing her soft moan, he suckled her harder. He felt her fingers spear through his hair as he continued licking his way down her body. Her stained jeans were in the way, so he made quick work of them with his claws.
Spreading her soft, creamy thighs, he worked his way down her legs, licking all the way down to her toes and back up. Once her legs had been licked clean, he closed his eyes to indulge himself for a moment in her intoxicating, feminine scent before turning her onto her belly.
She groaned when he laved his tongue across her back and buttocks, and when he slipped his hands under her to knead her breasts, she gave a soft cry of pleasure and spread her legs for him.
There was just so much a man could take. And his wolf could take no more. It wanted to taste and take its mate now.
Having cleaned every drop of toxin from her body, he decided he would now take his time to enjoy her. She was his. He might not deserve her, but she was undeniably his.
Flipping her onto her back, he reared up for a moment to admire every inch of her luscious, naked body that was spread before him. She was so beautiful, so perfect, so ripe.
His heart clenched and ached at the mere sight of her. He had to have her. Now.
Hunger gnawed at him as he pressed his mouth between her parted legs and sucked relentlessly at her pussy. His whole body shuddered when squirts of her honey fell on his tongue. She was...exquisite. Greedily, he grabbed her thighs and devoured her pussy. He was never going to get enough of her. When he pushed his tongue into her tight, hot channel, he felt her spasm and tighten so beautifully around him.
He reared up and tore savagely at his bandages. These bloody bandages were a hindrance. They felt too damn tight around his body. He didn't need them. He needed her. He needed to feel her soft, naked body flush against his. He wanted to hold her and feel her bare skin all over him. He needed to feel her warmth, her heat, her heart.
Logan was going out of his mind with want and desire. He had to claim her and mark her as his. She was his mate. His love, his life.
Shedding all his bandages and his jeans, Logan fell back on the bed with a roar.
CHAPTER NINE
Chloe's eyes widened when she saw Logan's magnificent, naked body coming at her. She saw him tear off his bandages without a care, exposing his fresh, raw wounds. As he lunged towards her, some of his wounds opened up and began to bleed but he didn't seem to notice. He had only one thing in his sights. And that thing was her.
She saw the wild, animal lust in his eyes, but strangely she felt unafraid. In fact, the scorching desire in his eyes seemed to ignite her own aching hunger. She wanted him, as much as he wanted her. She was ready for him. She could feel it. She was already wet and throbbing, and it wasn't just from his tongue.
Sure, his licking her all over had been the most erotic, intimate, pleasurable experience. She'd almost purred with pride and pleasure as he tenderly and carefully laved his tongue down every inch of her body. But it was the way he held her, talked to her, and touched her that made her want him. He was infinitely gentle and considerate towards her. He had kept his word and cleaned away all the vile, bitter werewolf toxin from her body—with his tongue. He had put her needs above his own.
She remembered him coming at her, fresh out of the fight with Rhett, bleeding, almost delirious with pain, and begging her to stay with his eyes. But he hadn't forced her to stay with him. He'd let her go. He let her go even though he wanted her and needed her.
He had called the Wilette witches and ordered them to save her. He thought only of her and nothing of his own grievous wounds.
Chloe swallowed hard when she realized how much he had suffered and sacrificed for her. He was hurt, badly, and she wanted so much to touch him. And heal him.
And she wanted him to touch her back. She wanted him to touch her all over. She needed to feel him deep inside her. Moving, throbbing, pulsating with life.
Panting, she parted her legs wide for him and cried out when he slammed into her. With a hard thrust, he was fully inside her.
Chloe threw back her head. It didn't hurt. He was big and hard, and he felt so, so good, so right.
Logan began to move against her, tilting and rotating his hips as he slid in and out of her. It felt so amazing. Chloe dug her nails into his muscular back as he rubbed against her sensitive, swollen clit with his groin. She could feel his cock slam against her G-spot as he pounded into her. Every nerve in her body was alive, on fire, raging into an inferno. Chloe gasped as she hurtled uncontrollably towards an explosive orgasm. She was coming so fast, so hard she couldn't even scream.
Shaking and shuddering violently, she fell back on the mattress as Logan pressed his mouth to her neck. She could feel his cock pulse deep inside her, and she felt the barest scrape of his teeth against her neck. Instantly, she stiffened and jerked. He was going to bite her. Just like...Rhett.
No!
Before she could scream, Logan turned his head away at the last moment. He didn't bite her and mark her as he came inside her. Instead he rubbed his chest against hers, caressing and teasing her tight, aching nipples with the wall of his chest and ripped abdomen. It felt very intimate, very erotic, and Chloe sensed that he was marking her in a way. He had refrained from biting her because of her traumatizing experience. Biting her would remind her of her attack by Rhett, and awaken her terrors.
Chloe shivered involuntarily when she remembered the feel of his teeth on her neck. She knew that Logan would never hurt her. He wasn't Rhett, but she just could stop her hand from flying to her neck. As
Logan slowly withdrew from her, she gasped and pulled the covers up to her chin. Pressing herself to the corner of the bed, she gaped at his heaving, scarred body.
“Your wounds...” she stuttered.
Logan glanced down at his torso, and slowly ran his fingers down his abdomen. His wounds were no longer bleeding. In fact, they had knitted shut and seemed to be fading right before her eyes.
“You're healing. How...?”
He raised his bright, hazel eyes to her and stared at her for a long while. She felt herself growing wet again under his intense, hungry gaze. “By mating, with you,” he began in a low growl. “When a wolf mates with its mate, the mating process heals the wolf. A wolf's mate has the power to heal, strengthen and empower the wolf. You...are my mate, Chloe. You have healed me.”
He exhaled slowly and bowed his head. A powerful, towering Alpha wolf, bowing to her.
Chloe found herself speechless and breathless.
She was Logan Reed's mate. How was that possible? How could she be a werewolf's mate? And a Red Fangs wolf at that?
She shook her head. No, it couldn't be. There had to be some mistake. Yet, how could she explain that undeniable connection and overpowering passion between them? She had felt his pain in the fight. Her body ached and hungered for him.
She recalled Layla's words: He belongs to her.
Logan Reed was hers. Her mate.
“Y-you should go,” she whispered. “I need...to rest.” To think and clear my head.
“You shouldn't be alone,” he said grimly.
She turned away. “I want to be alone. Please...just leave,” she said in a small voice.
Logan dragged his jeans up his long, tanned legs and stood at her bedroom door.
“I just...”
He put up a hand to stop her. “Rest. I'll see you when you wake up.” With a last look at her, he said quietly over his shoulder, “Even if you don't want to see me.”
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