Logan’s green eyes locked onto Maya’s as the last of the men scurried away, tails tucked, fear in their scents.
His chest heaved, adrenaline still roaring in his veins, his claws retracting slowly, dripping with the blood of those who dared to hunt what was his.
And then—f**k—neither of them knew who moved first, but their lips slammed together, teeth clashing, a desperate, hungry kiss that tasted like blood, rain, and everything they had survived together.
Logan’s hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, while Maya’s hands fisted in his hair, dragging him deeper, pressing her body against the hard planes of his chest, her breath hot and ragged. Her wolf howled in pleasure at the feel of their mate’s power wrapping around them.
But the moment snapped when Maya pulled bac
