War of Hearts II // Logan Howlett

Chapter 3

"Look, I'm sorry," I began, walking backwards to the next door. Logan brooded in front of me, his hand flying up in a motion for me to stop talking.

"We'll address this later. I need to go take care--"

Something in the way he talked to me caused me to snap, my earlier emotions rising again.

"We'll address it now--"

"Later," he growled, about to move around me. I planted my feet, one hand grasping the door handle, the other flashing out to stop him. I pressed my palm into the center of his chest, causing him to pause.

"We talk about it now," I opened the door to our room, grabbing the cloth of his t-shirt. Logan followed, anger still in his eyes although I could see it turning to something else. We shuffled backward, and Logan kicked the door shut behind us.

"You know I didn't mean half of what I said earlie--"

"Shut up," Logan ordered, his demeanor switching. He gripped my hips and spun me around, shoving me into the door. It wasn't hard enough to take my breath away, just forceful enough to tell me he meant business. I looked up at him, curling my arms around his neck loosely.

"Lo--"

"I said shut up." He crashed his lips into mine, his hands pressing my hips into the door behind me. His lips were ever so slightly chapped, his scruff lightly scratching my chin.

He pulled back before I could fully indulge myself in his taste.

"Now. That was mine. These are mine," he growled, his hands trailing up my waist to where they were near my breasts. He trailed his thumbs over the fabric of my dress, just enough to give me chills. "And this is mine."

He dropped his hands, one pressing into my waist, the other going lower. His hand snaked itself underneath my dress, his fingers brushing over my sex. I could feel the warmth build up in between my legs. He kissed me again, a rough force behind it.

"I have no intention of sharing, understand?" He growled. I rested my head on the door behind me, a smug grin on my face.

"A little possessive aren't you?"

"Only over your promiscuous ass," Logan tugged me off the door. I stood closer to him, dropping my hands to rest on his chest. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have kids to take care of."

Logan reached past me and opened the door, walking past me and out. I stood there in a petty shock, before recovering, biting my lip.

Damn.

I waited a moment, calming myself down before venturing back outside the room. I paced almost silently down the halls, listening to Logan and Storm's shouting voices as they corralled the children into bed. I made my way to the infirmary, footsteps light.

Voices trailed through the hall from the room in front of me and I smiled softly. I pushed the door open, basking in the ever familiar white light, the small cot-like beds that lined either side of the walls. Over the years I'd become convinced that Charles had turned the ballroom into the infirmary.

A group of people sat around, a large tank of water next to them. There's was Gen's bright white hair, Remy and Tink's ever existing joking, Jack's back to me, and Josie's silver tail as she leaned out over the edge of the tank. We'd managed to create a small system of tunnels and tanks in the mansion that connected to the pond outside, allowing Josie to interact with us as she pleased.

"Alice!" Tink called out, flying over to land on my shoulder. I held up a finger, giving her a finger high five, casting a smile at the others.

"Hey guys," I said, sitting in the open seat next to Jack. He beamed at me, a few playing cards in his hand.