Page 82 of Betrothed in Fury
“She sounds evil. What kind of person does that to their own children?” I already know the answer, of course.
“She wasn’t always like that. She needed mental support, which she now gets at the facility, but I obviously don’t have warm feelings toward her, and I really can’t imagine how Wrath can after everything that happened.”
“But you still want to see her?”
“Blood is blood, right?” he insists, as if hoping I’ll tell him he doesn’t have to.
It’s true, though, and despite what he just shared, if it were my mother, I’d feel obligated as well.
“And as pissed as Dad was over it, I know he’d want me to,” he adds, eternally loyal to his father. It’s one of the many qualities I admire about him.
His eyes water, as if the pain he was dissociating from is catching up with him. It’s so beautiful seeing my wounded bird. He struggles with his restraints once again.
“Now let me go, Killian. You can’t need more than that.”
I place my hand against his face and force him to look at me. “I do need more than that. I need more than you can bear, but I won’t ask that of you. Just that you share this moment with me.”
“Let me go!” he demands, jerking his head away and twisting in his restraints. “I can’t take it. I can’t take it…it’s too much.”
I can tell how serious he is, so I untie him, figuring he’ll punish me for denying him his freedom sooner, but once he’s free, he comes at me quickly, hooking his arms around me and tugging me close. I freeze in place as he trembles against me, sniffling.
“Oh, my beautiful falcon,” I say, stroking my fingers through his hair. I keep him pressed against me, despising his mom forwhat she did to him, wishing I could go back to a time before she had the chance to traumatize him.
It takes Logan a moment to collect himself, and when he pulls away, it’s as though he’s yanked away a part of myself from me.
“I should get to bed,” he says, starting to get up, but I seize his wrist.
As his gaze meets mine, I tell him, “You won’t be sleeping anywhere but beside me tonight.”
In the nights he’s stayed with us, he’s kept to his room, but given the state he’s in, I don’t want him to be alone.
“I don’t think I’ll be good company tonight.”
“I don’t want good company. I wantyou.”
He considers this before yanking his wrists free of my grip, and I swear if he tries to leave me after what he’s just revealed, I’ll lose my goddamn mind.
“I should at least shower. I’m covered in me.”
“And filled with me,” I remind him, and a sliver of a smile creeps across his face, filling me with pride. I settle under the covers, commanding him, “Come here.”
He crawls to me and hooks his arm around me, resting his head against my chest, where it belongs. I slide my hand down to his torso, feeling some of his cum that still stains his flesh.
There’s a hollowness to him that I’m sure has to do with what he just shared with me.
As I think about that monster who tried to kill her own, I pull my hand to my face to taste my Logan, cherishing every drop while gripping him firmly, hoping he knows that if Death himself came to collect his soul tonight, it would be the biggest mistake Death ever made.
29
LOGAN
I’m pissed atKillian.
He took advantage of a vulnerable moment, when I was at my most fragile, and now I’ve shared something I would have rather kept from him.
Yet, as angry as I am, there’s relief too. It’s not something I can talk about with my brothers, and certainly not something I can talk about with anyone else, but I won’t let the relief cloud my judgment. I’m still mad at him, though I have a weird way of showing it since this morning I woke him with a blowjob just so I could swallow him down. But that’s not about him. That’s about needing something to distract me from what I’m about to do today.
After breakfast—or I guess my second breakfast—I text my driver, and at the door, I run into Jaime and Killian. Killian’s dressed in slacks, his button-down rolled up at the sleeves. “I didn’t know you had meetings this morning,” I tell him.
