Chapter Twenty Three.
I awoke feeling a little sore between my legs. I was aching in different parts of my body but it wasn't the sore, uncomfortable sort of aching it was the pleasant sort of ache that had a soft smile making its way onto my lips with a sigh.
"I hope that's a good sigh." A husky voice murmured from underneath me as I felt finger tips lightly trail up and down my bare back.
I couldn't stop my smile from widening at the sound of Logan's morning voice as it caused as sorts of feelings to ignite within me once again. My eyes fluttered open and I tilted my head so that my chin was resting on Logan's bare chest.
I allowed myself to take in the sight of the beautiful man in front of me.
Logan had seated himself up a little bit with his hands resting behind his head allowing me to see the muscles defining his arms. His dark hair stuck out in different directions and I knew that it was because of my fingers that had knotted themselves throughout his silky strands many times during the night. He was looking down at me with a soft smile on his face, his brown eyes brighter than I had ever seen them before.
It still seemed like a dream. It was as if Logan was just a figment of my imagination and I would soon wake up to find myself back to the reality of my life before and at the hands of my father, but Logan was real and no matter how hard I tried I would never have been able to imagine anyone like Logan. He was real and I was the lucky one that fate had paired with him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Logan asked softly as his hand trailed the path of my spine causing a shiver to run through my entire body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
"Like what?" I asked a little embarrassed that I had been caught openly drinking in his every feature and committing it to memory.
"Like I'm not real or something," he laughed while using the arm that was wrapped around me to pull me closer to him.
I only hummed in response as I buried my face in his bare chest and pressed my lips against his soft skin in a small kiss. I could feel Logan shudder underneath and I grinned, my wolf and I enjoying the reaction from our mate.
Logan growled and I suddenly found myself lying underneath him with a small giggle sounding throughout the room. He looked down at me with a huge grin as his hand reached up and gently brushed hair out of my face just like he had last night. The memory caused a blush to rise in my cheeks. Last night had been perfect, better than I could have ever thought possible and it was all because of Logan, the man currently grinning above me.
"What are you thinking about?" Logan asked softly although I could hear the underlying teasing tone in his voice and I knew that he knew exactly what had been on my mind.
"Food." I smiled up at him and as if to prove my point my stomach growled.
Logan laughed loudly, and I couldn't help but admire the sound. It was deep and soothing; his shoulders shook with the action. Logan looked so carefree and relaxed as he pulled back and sat himself back on his knees, the sheets pooling at his waist.
"Let's get that monster inside of you fed," he grinned.
He moved himself so that he sat on the side of the bed, the sheets having slid off his waist. Logan was confident as he stood in all of his naked glory and walked across the bedroom to his drawers. A surprised squeak left me and my hands jumped up to cover my eyes from Logan's naked form. My wolf wasn't fully satisfied and she urged me forward to Logan who we both knew wouldn't mind spending the morning tangled in the sheets. I wouldn't have minded if my body wasn't still recovering from last night.
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