Chapter 34
My stomach rumbled as I rested my head on Logan’s chest. We’d made love through every room of the house, and when I was too
tired to keep my eyes open, we ended up in his bed. The aim had been to sleep, but we’d gotten sidetracked—again.
Logan laughed as my stomach made another angry sound. “I better feed my mate,” he said.
A burst of magic filled me, the energy moving freely between us, and it was hard to tell if it was mine or Logan’s at this
point. We’d indelibly intertwined our magic through copious amounts of sex and bonding.
“You’ve fed me plenty,” I rasped. “It was mostly your magic dick, but it counts.”
I had almost no experience sucking cock before Logan, but I was going to classify myself an expert after the last twenty-four
hours. This time he laughed so hard that I found myself smiling at how perfect this moment felt.
Outside of a few quick phone calls to my family, double reassuring them I was okay and would be home soon, we’d been in a
lovely love-filled bubble.
Why did we have to leave?
Here, there were no curses, deaths, or prohibited affinities.
Here, there was only us and our bond, and it was everything.
Logan kissed me, before slapping my ass and rubbing the sting away with a gentle pat. “Come on, baby.” He wedged his arms
under my torso and lifted me from the bed. “You shower and I’ll get us food.”
We were well aware that if we showered together, there’d be no food, so I reluctantly parted from him and entered his gorgeous
bathroom. With its multiple showerheads, steam bar, and array of expensive bodywashes, shampoos, and conditioners, his shower
was a gift from the goddess.
There’d been so much drama in our relatively short relationship that it hadn’t fully occurred to me that Logan was rich. No,
not rich—absolutely loaded. With Rafael’s death, he would inherit everything in the Kingston portfolio.
We’d had no issue with Rafael’s death so far. Noah had called a few hours ago to explain that the council had investigated
and decided that Rafael had been dealing in dark curses and manipulating other spellcasters—causing the battles across Europe—and
that he’d been his own downfall.
Which was the truth. The magical will had gone into effect straight after, leaving Logan in charge of the company, the magical
objects his father had possessed, and all their properties.
The sheer scale of money and assets he now controlled was so far beyond me, I kept pretending it wasn’t happening—the best
way to keep feelings of inadequacy at bay, no matter how ridiculous they were in our magically blessed bond.
I knew the truth: Even if we lived in a tent on the streets, I’d be happy as long as I had Logan.
This shower was a nice bonus though.
When I finished and had dried off, I applied a delicious lemon-scented body butter to my skin.
Upon entering Logan’s walk-in closet, I paused at the new selection of women’s clothes.
A quick glance told me that everything was brand-new and my size.
He’d also cleared out a few of his drawers for bras and panties, along with an array of soft pajamas.
“What the Hel?” I gawked, trying to figure out when he’d had the time to set this up.
Slipping on a matching set of lacy black panties and bra, I grabbed light blue jeans with rips across the thighs and teamed
them with a black slouchy shirt that hung off one shoulder.
The house was warm thanks to Logan’s magic powering through it, so I padded barefoot down to the kitchen. Logan had pulled
on a pair of gray sweats, and I paused in the doorway, enjoying the view of him flipping pancakes and pouring juice.
His magic wrapped around me as he opened the huge industrial fridge and pulled out a bowl of already diced fruit. The play
of golden muscles in his back kept me mesmerized until he shot a smirk over his shoulder. “Feeling a little objectified, Precious.
My eyes are up here.”
A snort escaped me, and I strolled to him, pressing my hands against his back. “Aw, baby. Don’t you like being my sex toy?”
His smirk faded as he dropped the fruit on the bench and hauled me up next to it, pressing his big body between my legs. His
magic handled the pancakes and bacon as he dragged his hand across the bare skin of my exposed shoulder. “The only reason
you’re not naked and screaming under my mouth, Paisley Hallistar,” he whispered, grazing his lips across my throat, “is that
I promised to feed you first. But don’t tempt me.”
My core clenched as I dug my nails into his arms. Logan’s eyes darkened, and I swear that even I could scent my arousal. “Shit,” I gasped, pushing him back so I could slip off the bench and race around to the other side.
He’d already set a place for me with juice and toast, so I slid onto the stool and tried to regulate my breathing. Logan’s
laughter followed, but he stayed on his side to finish cooking. When he was done, he set an overflowing plate in front of
me, before joining me with his own.
The pancakes were fluffy, the eggs light and mildly spiced, the bacon crispy, and the juice sweet and fresh. “I had a moment
upstairs thinking about how stupidly rich you are,” I said around a bite of perfect eggs. “It’s an imbalance between us, which
bothers me. But I really should have freaked out about how well you cook. That was the one skill I thought I could bring to
the table.”
Logan’s expression was soft as he stared at me for an extra-long moment. “Baby, there’s no imbalance between us. If anything,
you’re too perfect for an asshole like me. But I can’t let you go. I tried, and I couldn’t do it, so . . . I’m keeping you.
I’ll always cook if you want me to, and my money is yours, so you’re stupidly rich now too. There’s nothing in this world,
or the other planes, that I won’t give to you, because you’ve given me everything.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks, the saltiness catching on my lips. Logan dragged his fingers across the wet paths on my skin
and leaned in to taste their saltiness. “I love you,” he said, looking more serious than I’d seen before. “I love you. So
much.”
“I love you too.” More than I’d ever fathomed being able to love another.
Even the love I had for my family, while unbreakable and deep, wasn’t the same as what existed between Logan and me.
“I don’t know if the right path for us is returning to Weatherstone,” I admitted as he held me close.
“I’ve been so desperate for college, to find my place in the magical world.
But . . . my affinity will never fit into their mold, and I’ll always be an outsider even when I try to conform. ”
Logan ran his hands over my back, his touch both soothing and arousing. “You don’t have to go back, baby. I’ll never join
a coven. Spellcasters rarely do. We can form our own with the friends and family we trust.”
I’d always expected to be part of a large coven, but the revelation of my affinity changed everything for me. Even if we could
somehow convince the council not to murder me, I’d never fit into a regular coven. I did still have a lot to learn, though,
and maybe Weatherstone was the best and only place to do that. Even if it would only ever be part of my power.
Logan brushed a few strands of hair off my cheek, tucking them gently behind my ear. “You don’t have to decide today,” he
said, sensing my confusion. “Why don’t we just go back for now, catch up with our friends, and then see how you feel after
that? We should also start working out our game plan to garner support from powerful witches and warlocks in our community.
Unless you want to suppress your magic again?”
I shook my head before he even finished speaking. “I can’t. Not only does it impact our bond, but I also don’t believe it’s
a sustainable long-term solution with how much power we share between us. Other reapers might have been able to lock themselves
down for an eternity, but they didn’t have you as their mate. We need a different path.”
Dealing with the council and my affinity wasn’t going to be easy, even if we did manage to gather enough support to make a stand. The fear of my affinity was ingrained deeply in our past, and unless I could offer them a deal they couldn’t refuse, I would have to either fight or run.
Not just me, but Logan as well.
I didn’t want that life for either of us. We might not be destined for covens, but we had bright futures waiting out there.
Futures I would not let them steal.