The Girl He Marked

Book 4 Chapter 26



Book 4 Chapter 26

Paige's POV.

He sniffs the air and then growls. It's a low sound that vibrates around the cell in the most bone—

chilling way.

'You're in heat' He snarls the question angrily, accusingly, like I have any control over it.

I look up and meet his livid gaze. He glares at me as though he wants to kill me.

'I tried to tell them, but they wanted me in an air—tight room,' I reply quietly.

The man growls again, making me flinch.

'Fucking perfect,' he snaps and pulls at his chains. 'They're trying to torture me.'

I want to tell him that it's ten times worse for me, but I keep my mouth shut.

I hold my legs closer to my chest, hoping I can hold off this wave as long as possible. The chains look

strong, hopefully strong enough to hold him.

But honestly, it's not him I'm worried about.

Heat makes you horny as hell. You'll take pretty much any unmated, age—appropriate person you can

get when a wave hits you. It depends on who you're attracted to and, unfortunately for me and this

prisoner, I'm hetero.

It's going to be twice as hard, when the guy who is near you, is fucking gorgeous. He might be a

prisoner, but holy shit. He would make it onto the inmate's calendar.

His hair is messy and tousled but is golden blonde. His eyes are jet black, but I think that's due to

anger and attraction. I wonder what color they are when he is calm.

Tattoos and scars adorn his tanned skin. His muscles are both tempting and daunting. I really hope

those chains can hold him, because if his body is any indication of what his dick is like, he'll split me in

half.

We sit in silence for maybe half an hour. It's hard to tell how much time passes. We avoid eye contact.

He closes his eyes and leans back against the wall. I stare at the polished concrete floor.

My eyes betray me and stray across the room to look at him again. His body is powerful and seems to

ooze dangerous vibes.

I bite my lip as I wonder what he did to get in here. He doesn't smell like he belongs to a pack; he

smells of the forest and of alluring male pheromones.

He's a rogue.

But what did he do to get locked up in the most secure cell of a pack's dungeon

'Stop staring at me,' he snaps, with his eyes still closed.

I jump at the sound of his rough voice breaking through the silence.

'Sorry,' I mumble and return my gaze to the floor.

I rest my chin between my knees.

'What' He asks and I look up at him in confusion, he sighs and rolls his eyes. 'I can sense you have a

question. What'

I run my tongue over my top teeth and wonder whether to ask it. Might as well, we are stuck in here

together. Maybe, I can distract us both from my heat

Yeah, no chance, Paige.

'What did you do to get in here' I ask nervously and he narrows his pitch—black eyes at me.

'I'm a rogue. I protect other rogues. One of them stumbled onto this territory and I tried to stop the

guards from taking him. I fought them off and he got away, but they shot me with silver bullets and

dragged me back here. I'm still waiting for the Alpha to get round to putting me on trial.'

I listen to his explanation.

Some packs don't care about trespassers, but other ones take it really seriously. They're usually ones

that have been attacked in the past and are now really cautious about rogues.

'I trespassed on their territory, too,' I admit, and he shakes his head.

'It's stupid. They're just going to put us in front of the Alpha, who will say not to do it again and let us

go,' he grumbles angrily.

'Do you live around here, then' I ask, trying to keep the conversation going.

The rogue is silent for a moment, probably pondering how much to tell me.

'I live about ten miles south of this territory, I like to live alone, by my own rules,' he says and surprises

me by indulging me with more information. 'I never wanted to be an Alpha, I don't like having

responsibility for all those pack members, I want to be able to do whatever I want, whenever I want.'

I nod, understanding that. Goddess knows how much my twin values her freedom.

'I left my old pack and got a job as a nurse in the city. I haven't gotten round to joining a new one yet.'

His hard eyes watch me with interest, an emotion I haven't seen on him yet.

Feeling like we're making progress, I add, 'I'm Paige, by the way.'

He doesn't reply straight away, and I fear that I've somehow lost him again. But then his gruff voice fills

the cell. 'Logan.'

I pause for a moment, trying to think of something else to say or ask him. I open my mouth to speak,

but suddenly a wave of pain radiates through my stomach. I groan and fall back against the bed.

'Paige' Logan's voice reaches me, sounding oddly concerned.

'I'm fine,' I gasp and wrap my arms around my midsection.

Fuck, it's only a matter of seconds before my pheromones reach him. They'll be stronger this time.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable.

Logan growls darkly and I know they've reached him. I hear the clinking of him moving in his chains.

'Fuck,' he grunts. 'You smell incredible.'

I wince and shut my eyes. The pain comes first, the next wave, will be very different. I grip the sides of

the bed tightly and count the seconds before desire overwhelms me.

Above my head is the skylight window, showing the dimming sun. The afternoon is turning into evening,

and my time is running out.

My whole—body shivers as a wave of pleasure washes over me, almost like a mini orgasm. When I

open my eyes, I can feel that they've turned black.

Oh, shit.

My back arches off the bed and I squirm, trying to find any sort of relief from this burning need inside

me.

My body temperature skyrockets, and I sit up, clawing at my clothes. I pull my top off and then my

shorts, leaving me in my black underwear.

I can feel Logan's eyes on me as I throw myself onto the floor. I press my sweltering body against the

concrete, reveling in its cold surface. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

But it only works for a moment. Soon, my body heat conducts into the floor, warming it up. I whine and

roll onto my back, wanting to feel cool again.

Desire floods through me and suddenly, all I can think about is the beautiful hunk of a man in the corner

of the room. I sit up and look over at him.

His eyes are full of lust. His shorts are tented and straining against his erection. My eyes drop to it, and

I lick my lips.

'No, Paige,' he groans, as if it is truly painful to say no. 'Don't come any closer.'

His words make me realize that I have started crawling towards him. I freeze, on all fours, a few short

meters away from him.

I try to stop myself; I really do. It's an internal battle that I'm never going to win.

Another wave of desire rolls through me and I shut my eyes, drawing back, away from him as I try to

ride it out. It's too much, though. My nipples harden and my clit throbs.

My limbs, of their own volition, bring me towards him.

I kneel in front of him. Both of our chests heaving with labored breaths. Our eyes are matching

obsidian, swirling with lust.

I reach my hand out and run my index finger along with the full, oh—so—long, length of his dick, over

his shorts. His hips jerk forwards into my touch.

'Paige...' he huskily moans out my name.

'You really need to get away from me, go to the other side of the cell, I don't want you to regret

anything.' He bites out the words, squeezing his eyes closed.

I retract my hand as though he's burned me. I don't want to take advantage of him. My pheromones are

doing that, putting it in his head that he fancies me, even if he doesn't. He doesn't want me to regret

anything, but I don't want him to regret anything either.

'I'm sorry,' I reply quietly, another wave runs through me, I shake my head, but the words leave my lips.

'But I can't make myself go; my body won't let me.'

'I don't want to hurt you,' Logan growls and pulls on his chains. 'But I can't resist wanting to touch you.

This isn't right.'

'I know, I'm sorry,' I whisper, but as I'm apologizing, my hands are reaching for him again.

I place them on his inked chest. I slide them up his abs, over his pecs, along his neck, to his face. I

hold his cheeks and stare into his eyes.

Warmth and tingles radiate through my fingertips.

Oh.

Shit.

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