The Girl He Marked

Chapter 29

Paige's POV.

Logan lets me have my fun for a while, then he pushes me away. He stands up and grabs my hair,

dragging me up until I'm kneeling before him. He wraps his hand around my hair, tightening his grip so This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

that he can hold me in place.

His large hand encompasses his dick, and he begins stroking himself. His hand rapidly pumps up and

down, gripping himself hard until he grunts with pleasure. I run my hands up his thighs as I look up at

him. I caress and stroke his balls as he strokes himself.

His whole—body tenses and I know he is close. Daringly, I run my finger over his perineum and then

press gently on his asshole.

He growls so loudly it hurts my ears. He slows his strokes as he aims his dick at my face and releases

himself. Streams of white come land on my face, covering my nose, mouth and cheeks. He pulls my

head back and continues releasing himself on my breasts as he grunts.

Finally, he finishes and let go of my hair. He hooks his hands under my arms and lifts me to my feet so

that I'm standing in front of him. He wraps his right hand around my throat and presses me against the

wall, choking me.

I inhale sharply, trying to drag air into my lungs, but his grip is tight. His hand is wet with his come, he

loosens his grip and leans into me.

I gasp as he shoves two fingers into my pussy. He fingers me, his fingers thrusting powerfully into me

until an orgasm builds. He sends me over the edge by adding a third finger into my ass.

I cry out as the orgasm rips through me. My eyes fall closed as I clench around his fingers. They shoot

back open as I feel his teeth sink into my neck, marking me as his. It prolongs my orgasm and I come

again, releasing my juices onto his hand until they drip down his wrist.

When he pulls back and removes his hands from me, I grab his shoulders. I lift myself up and waste no

time in sinking my teeth into his neck, marking him back. I can taste his come in my mouth, on his skin.

He moans and wraps his arms around my waist, keeping me against him. We're both a sticky mess,

but we're already obsessed with one another.

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Everything hurts when I wake up again. I'm on the bed and the sun is shining through the skylight. I

have no idea how I got on the bed, but when I look down, I see that Logan is sleeping on the floor. He

put me onto the bed, whilst he took the floor.

My nose scrunches up at the smell of the cell. It stinks of sweat and sex. I look down at my body and

gasp in horror.

Dried come is spread across my chest and breasts, I can feel it on my face.

This is disgusting.

To make matters worse, my entire body is littered with pale purple bruises, all in the shape of Logan's

fingers. I glance over at him, seeing him properly this time.

His body is the same as mine. My bruises cover his skin, in all the places that I gripped onto him. Eight

large scratches from my nails are angry—looking and pink down his back.

What the hell did we do to each other

Piece by piece, memories of last night come flooding back to me. I groan and put my head in my

hands, only to grimace when I feel the dried come on my face. I nearly gag as I scratch and rub it off.

I gingerly get up and cross over to the sink. I wash my face and chest, cleaning myself up.

Logan stirs on the floor and sits up to stretch. He looks over at me, his eyes first narrowing on his mark

on my neck, and then on the bruises covering my body. His eyes darken and a horrified look comes

over his face.

'Baby, I'm so sorry,' he apologizes gruffly, his voice sounds broken.

I shake my hands dry and approach him, uncaring of my naked form. He's seen it all now, anyway.

'Don't be! I'm sorry if I hurt you, this heat is all my fault,' I reply.

I sit myself in his lap and he wraps his arms around me.

'I'm so sorry that I hurt you, you didn't hurt me,' he murmurs and kisses my forehead.

'I fucking loved it, Logan,' I reply honestly. 'Don't apologize.'

It's true. No matter how gross and carnal our mating was, I really did love it.

'I promise you, the next time we have sex, it will be gentle and slow,' he says with a groan.

His promise makes me chuckle.

'What if I want it to always be like last night' I ask coyly and his eyes darken.

'I don't ever want to hurt you, baby.'

'Like I said, you didn't. The heat made us crazy and unfortunately, we still have one more day of it.'

Even though he has marked me, the heat will still last the three days it was meant to. But I will never

have to go through this again, thank Goddess.

Logan looks over at the door. 'We need to get out of here.'

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We wait for the guards to come. They don't know that Logan has broken out of his chains. I'm glad that

this room is soundproof, it means that they wouldn't have heard the noises of our mating.

I'm not sure I would have been able to look them in the eye if they had.

I'm dressed, clean and somewhat presentable again. Logan stands behind the door whilst I hover in

front of it. When the door opens, Logan grabs the guard.

He pulls him into the cell and holds him still. I punch him and knock him out.

Pain shoots through my hand as the guard's body becomes limp in Logan's hands. I feel bad, he didn't

deserve that, but we need to get out of here.

Using the keys on the guard's belt, Logan removes the cuffs from his wrists. The broken chains hang

from them and fall to the floor.

We cautiously step into the hallway. It's deserted, there are no other guards. The prisoners call out to

us as we walk out, begging for us to release them.

Together, we sneak out of the dungeons. Logan knocks the guards by the door unconscious, and we

step out into the sunshine. I never thought I would be so relieved to feel the sun on my face.

I shift and carry my handbag in my mouth, it must look like an odd sight to a human. We run across the

territory, only stopping when we've crossed the border into No Man's land.

We're finally off the Alpha's territory. We're safe.

We stop by a river and jump in. We wash ourselves, getting completely clean. Words cannot describe

how much better I feel.

I step onto the bank, naked, and shake excess water from my body. Two thick arms wrap around my

waist and pull me back into the river.

'Logan!' I squeal as he holds me tightly to his wet chest.

'Yes, mate' His voice is husky in my ear.

I twist around in his arms and press my lips to his. I can feel him hard and press against my stomach.

His lips move firmly against mine and his hands gently hold my face as he kisses me.

Whilst he's distracted, I take the opportunity. I pull away and use all of my weight to dunk him down,

under the water.

Once he's submerged, I clamber onto the bank and run out of the water. I can hear the splashing of

him having broken the surface.

He's chasing after me.

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