The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Paige's POV.

I flinch back as though he's burned me. I fall backward, landing on my butt and hands.

Logan stares at me with wide eyes.

'Mate' He mumbles the word, looking both elated and confused.

I try to get my brain to focus. He's my mate, which is a good thing, it means I'm not stuck in here with some stranger.

I can't believe that I've been waiting so long for this. I've been counting the days since my twin found her mate, waiting anxiously to meet mine. Just my luck that I would meet him under these circumstances. A prison cell is hardly romantic.

The bad news, however, is that my mate is a rogue that is currently chained up and awaiting trial. As mates and with me in heat, there's nothing stopping us from completing the mating process.

I really don't think we're ready for that, we only met a couple of hours ago. I wanted my mating to be sweet and romantic and tender. It will be none of those things with me in heat.

This isn't what I wanted for us. I wanted cute dates and sweet words and affection.

Another wave hits me and clutches my stomach, breathing rapidly through the pain. The pleasure that follows has me falling onto my back.

The chains clink and I open my eyes to see Logan standing up from his position on the floor. He towers over me, looking down with thunderous eyes. He looks determined and aroused.

I swallow hard, my mouth feeling suddenly dry. He clenches his fists and lifts his arms, pulling against the chains.

My eyes widen as they creak and strain under his strength.

Holy shit, he's trying to break out of them.

I start backing up, towards the other side of the cell. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, as does he with me. I use my hands and feet to push myself backward on my bum.

He growls loudly. It's a murderous sound that shakes the walls of the cell. His muscles pop and flex as he yanks his arms forwards. With a metallic snap, the chains break and fall to the ground. My mate stands before me, his chest heaving up and down with his ragged breaths. All that remains of his restraints, are the two cuffs around his wrists.

Pain and pleasure shoot through me and I fall back onto the floor again. My head hits the concrete with a smack, and I groan at the shooting pain.

When I open my eyes, Logan kneels in front of me. His chest rumbles with endless growls, his golden skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looks delicious. I can't help myself.

My fingernails shift into claws, and I slash my hand out, carefully shredding his shorts. They fall in scraps to the floor below him.

Even through my lust—filled haze, I can appreciate the beauty of his dick. Long, thick and covered in veins, it's a sight to behold. The head is red and shiny with pre—cum. I want it in my mouth, so, that's what I do.

I lean forwards and wrap my lips around his dick. He grunts and jerks his hips forwards, pushing me further into his mouth. I relax my throat and take him deep.