Fated Hearts (Echoes of Darkness Prequel)

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Ava

“ F avorite color?” I ask and take another sip from the steaming mug of hot chocolate.

“Green,” Logan answers, pressing his thumb in the arch of my foot.

I let out a happy sigh at how good it feels. After spending hours outside, we came back and took a nap. Then Logan cooked us lunch from his freezer stash, and now we’re sitting on the fluffy carpet in front of the fireplace. My back is resting on the armchair, perpendicular to Logan with my feet in his lap while he massages them. The sounds and the smell of the burning wood fill the air. I’m wearing one of Logan’s T-shirts that’s more of a dress on me, and him, a pair of low-slung sweats. His perfectly etched chest and corded amber muscles are on display under the soft glow of the lit fire.

Everything feels so perfect I don’t ever want to leave this little bubble we have immersed ourselves into. I know it won’t be long until we have to go back to reality, though. The last time I took my immunosuppressants was two days ago. I honestly don’t know if I still have to take them. Logan said wolf shifters don’t experience the same illnesses as humans. There’s also the fact that I don’t feel any side effects yet. Still, we don’t know what might happen, so we don’t want to risk it. We agreed to leave the cabin tomorrow morning since the snow has already started to melt. My job at the Shabby Shotglass is also waiting for me.

“Ha. You’re only saying that because that’s my eye color.” I nudge him with my foot. “I want real answers, buddy.”

“Your eyes are my favorite color.”

I roll my eyes at him. “’Kay, Mr. Smooth Talker. Mine is red. I look really good in red.”

“I bet you do,” he purrs in a husky voice, and that’s all it takes for my breath to catch as the air sparks between us. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that’s making my clit throb with need, but I only manage to make it worse. Logan doesn’t miss that, and a smirk curves his plump lips. His eyelids droop as his gaze rakes over my body with undisguised hunger.

I swallow hard and clear my throat. “Favorite movie?”

“ The Notebook .”

My eyebrows shoot up all the way to my hairline, and I let out an incredulous laugh. Then I narrow my eyes at him. “Stop making fun of me. C’mon, Logan, I’m serious; what’s your favorite movie?”

He pops a shoulder. “ The Notebook .”

“I can’t tell if you’re being sincere or if you’re messing with me.”

His cheeks take a reddish hue. “I’m serious. What Allie and Noah had was raw and real, and it’s something I always wished for, a love that surpasses everything.”

“For real? But that’s such a chick flick. I was expecting you to say something action-packed… John Wick or something. Anything but the Notebook . So, my mate is a closeted romantic.” A Cheshire cat grin spreads over my face.

“But don’t tell anyone that, especially my sister or Malik,” he blurts out. “I’m never going to hear the end of it. They’re going to make fun of me until the day I die.”

“Don’t worry, bebé . Your secret is safe with me.” I smile cheekily and wink at him.

“What’s yours?”

Biting my lip, I ponder my options because I love old movies, and there are some great ones to pick from. “ The Shawshank Redemption ,” I say finally and take the last sip of hot chocolate, placing the mug on the floor beside me. “Favorite food?”

“Steak, medium rare.”

“Such a simple man,” I quip.

He arches an eyebrow at me. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he unexpectedly grabs my legs and pulls me under him in one swift motion. A squeak ofsurprise leaves me as he traps me under his massive body. He dips down, burrows his nose in my hair, inhales deeply, and then exhales against the side of my neck before his teeth nip my earlobe. I shiver in response.

“You know what I love to eat more than steak? More than anything in the world,” he rumbles in my ear as his hands glide upward on my thighs.

My heart comes alive and skips a beat as my nipples draw into hard tips, rubbing on the thin material of the T-shirt I’m wearing. “What?” I breathe. I’m already dripping, and it only took him a few seconds to get me there.

“You,” he purrs, cupping my bare pussy with his big hand while sneaking the other beneath my T-shirt. He palms my breast and rubs the taut nipple between his fingers. Spikes of pleasure ripple through my entire body as he runs his middle finger along my soaked slit. “Mmm, is this all for me, little wolf?” he asks in a low, raspy voice when he dips it inside me. I release a shaky breath as blood thickens inside my veins like syrup.

After he pumps it a few times, he brings his hand to his mouth, and with his eyes focused on mine, he licks the soaked finger with a guttural sound of pleasure from deep within his chest as if I’m the best thing he has ever tasted. In the next second, he tears the T-shirt I’m wearing with his bare hands and exposes me to him completely. His eyes are liquid fire as he roves them lazily over my body. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” His voice is dripping sex, wrapping around me like warm honey. When he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, my body bows off the floor. He starts sucking. Hard. The loud moan that leaves my parted lips bounces off the walls.

“And you’re all mine,” he breathes against my other nipple before he assaults it with maddening tongue circles. “Who do you belong to, Ava?” His voice breaks through the haze of desire only for a moment as I realize he just spoke to me in my mind.

“You, Logan! Only you.”

His answer is a deep throaty groan as he sucks and nips a trail with his delicious sinful mouth from my breasts to my pussy, his breath fanning over my clit before his tongue flattens against it.

“Logan,” I pant. “So good…please don’t stop!”

Next thing I know, Logan’s arms band around my waist. I’m lifted in the air and placed over his face at the same time he lies down beneath me, my center hovering over his mouth and my knees on either side of his cheeks.

“Um…what—”

“I want you to ride my face, baby,” he cuts me off by replying in my mind, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes.

I swallow and bite my lower lip, my hands turning clammy. “I don’t know how to. I’ve never done this before.” What if I suffocate him? If I put my weight on him with the size of my thighs…I know it’s not my best moment, but William the Turd’s words flash through my head. You’re a fat bitch. With them ringing in my ears, I try to get up, but Logan stops me swiftly, locking my hips over his face as his fingers bite into my skin.

“Ava, look at me! And don’t you dare move!”

Our gazes lock.

“I’ve been dreaming about this from the very first moment I saw you. So, grab the damn couch and use it for leverage as you slide over my mouth.”

“’Kay,” I say, still a bit unsure, and place my hands on the couch before I start grinding on his lips. His stubbled cheeks rub into my sensitive skin as he laps at my clit greedily, sending sparks of electricity through my every nerve ending. The angle is incredible, and Logan’s big hands are everywhere. Touching. Exploring. Guiding my hips, cupping my breasts, rubbing my nipples.

“I wish you could see yourself. You look like a goddess riding my face. My goddess. Give it all to me, baby. Suffocate me with your perfect thighs and come all over my mouth. I want to swallow every last drop.”

“Oh, God,” I cry out when the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, blurring my vision, making my hips buck and my pussy spasm. Logan spears his tongue and fucks me with it as I break at the seams. A huge wave of ecstasy slams into me, and I cry out Logan’s name like a prayer.

My limbs turn to mush while Logan licks me clean to the last drop. I slump to the side and try to catch my breath when Logan pushes up from the floor and lifts me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his middle. I lock my hands behind his neck and press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.

“Fuck, baby. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, you riding my face and coming all over it,” he says gutturally before he crushes his lips to mine in a fervent kiss. I taste myself on his tongue as he licks at my mouth with overt desperation. His dick is rock hard between us, tenting the front of his sweats, and I whimper when I feel it twitching against my center.

He continues kissing me while he strides to the table. I slide down his front inch by agonizing inch. The moment my bare feet touch the hardwood floor, he twirls me around and bends me over the table.

Logan palms my ass, caresses it, and then slaps my right ass cheek hard. I yelp at the unexpected pain that is followed by a jolt of pleasure, like a bolt of lightning going straight to my clit. He wrestles his sweats off him before he nudges my legs apart and rocks against me, rubbing the crown of his cock into my slit before slamming into me from behind with a sharp hiss.

He bottoms out and stills. “You feel so good, baby. So goddamn tight.” He starts pounding into me over and over in a maddening rhythm, nailing me to the table, a hand fisted in my hair and the other bruising my hip. He is fucking me so hard thatthe table lurches with every thrust beneath me.

“ Mierda,” I cry out. The sound comes out all garbled from my face being smooshed against the table. “I’m so close. I’m, I’m gonna—”

“Come, Ava,” Logan commands and slaps my ass cheek again.

Pleasure surges through me, so intense my whole body starts shaking. My sex ripples and spasms around Logan’s cock violently. I bite my tongue hard. I think I even black out for a few seconds. Logan fucks me through my orgasm, chasing his own, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Not before long, he reaches his high with a sexy roar. We both fight to catch our breaths as he collapses on top of me on the table.

“Holy fuck,” Logan mumbles in my hair and puts his weight on his forearms, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“Mmhm,” is the only response I can manage. I think he fucked my brain matter out of me because I can’t seem to form another thought or word at the moment.

Logan picks me up effortlessly from the table and cuts through the room until he enters the bathroom with me in his arms. I love how easy it is for him to carry me around like I weigh nothing. It makes me feel precious and cared for. He sits me on the bathroom counter and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, the other angling my chin as his plush lips slant over mine. He kisses me slowly, reverently before his tongue sneaks out and licks at the seam of my lips. I open up for him, and he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, swirling it against mine, stealing my breath and my goddamn soul. I don’t know how much time passes, but I don’t want him to ever stop.

“I could do this all day,” Logan says. But after a while, he reluctantly steps away to turn on the shower, his hair ruffled by my wandering hands and his pupils blown out to the max.

I laugh huskily. “Me too.”

After he checks the temperature with his fingers, he takes me again in his arms and places me under the hot spray. Logan doesn’t even let me wash my own hair. When we finish our shower, I’m so relaxed I feel boneless. As we step out of the bathroom, the sound of a car approaching in the distance reaches my ears. It’s foreign in the calm that surrounds the cabin.

“Did you hear that?” I ask Logan.

Logan tosses me the clean tee he brought from the bedroom and quickly stabs his legs through his sweats. “Yeah,” he replies, his eyebrows furrowing.

As I finish putting the T-shirt on, someone pounds on the door impatiently. “Are you fucking serious, Logan? You hole up in here on the night of your engagement party and leave me to deal with everything? Everyone’s waiting for you at home, and Mom wants to kill you,” Emily’s pissed-out voice travels through the door before she barges into the cabin with a murderous look on her face.

Surely, I didn’t hear her right. The words engagement party ring in my ears over and over again, like terrifying echo chamber.

The room spins with me as I look at Logan, waiting for him to tell me that this is just a joke. I’m only met with a deafening silence. He tenses, and his Adam’s apple bobs hard in his throat as he swallows audibly.

“Logan,” I whisper on a trembling breath. He still doesn’t say anything, but I don’t miss the look of utter guilt passing over his features as his eyes flit to mine with panic.

Something breaks inside of me. I can’t believe I was so stupid…so gullible.

A keening wail leaves me as I shift, still painfully, in less than a second, ripping the T-shirt to pieces, and fly by Emily through the front door and into the night. I run like my life depends on it, and I don’t look back.