Page 39 of Dark Obsession

His mate blinked awake, his eyes unfocused at first.

Nick groaned. “What time is it?”

“Close to noon.”

Nick made a noise. “Why’d you let me sleep this long?”

Logan leaned in and nipped at his ear. “You needed it.”

That answer seemed good enough. Nick stretched, his arms over his head, then rolled onto his back. He caught the stains on Logan’s shirt collar, the dried blood on his forearm.

Nick frowned. “You out murdering people, or did I miss a food fight?”

Logan grinned, all wolf. “Maybe both.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Please tell me Mack isn’t a problem anymore.”

“He’s not.”

Silence fell for a second, and then Nick grinned, slow and wide. “You’re scary when you get protective.”

Logan didn’t argue with that. He just went for Nick’s mouth, claiming him in a kiss that left no doubt who was top dog in this house.

Nick melted into it with no protest. There was no hunger this time, no desperation like before. Just relief and a weird happiness, like every part of him had been waiting for this moment.

Logan kept a hand on Nick’s belly, rubbing little circles there. He felt the new life growing, the promise of their future. The wolf in him howled with satisfaction.

Nick smiled, a real one, not broken or sarcastic. “You always come back?”

“Always,” Logan said.

Nick’s eyes softened. “It’s weird, but I believe you.”

He rested his cheek against Logan’s hand, closing his eyes. Logan just watched, content. Nothing needed fixing right now. There was no drama, no running, no yelling in the streets.

He’d killed for his mate, and he’d do it again.

For now, he had everything he wanted, right here in his arms.

THE END