I didn’t know for sure what was going on with me, but I felt weird.

All kinds of weird…

First, I’d had a gun pointed at me for the first time in my life, and I have to say, I didn’t enjoy it.

Heidi had been hysterical. I mean, screaming, sobbing, a little nutso, hysterical. She’d almost freaked me out more than the gun had. Going on about dying without really living, dying without finding love, and, the icing on the cake, dying a virgin.

I hadn’t known Heidi was a virgin, probably never needed to know, but after hearing that, I could understand why she was upset.

I wouldn’t want to die a virgin either.

So, there’d been that, then once Mateo and Max had come, Josiah had told us to stay inside, and when I’d heard the roar come from outside… the roar of rage, loud enough to shake the windows, I’d know Logan had come… for me.

I’d felt it in my bones, in my heart, and I’d known then that I was safe. He’d kill before letting anyone harm me, and I’d gotten completely calm.

Heidi had stopped crying long enough to walk outside, then, when she’d seen our pack, she’d collapsed in tears once again. I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off of the bear who seemed seconds away from tearing Josiah’s head off.

I’d walked to him as if stuck in a trance, pulled to him inexplicably, and had gone into his arms willingly.

Never having been around a bear at all, let alone a grizzly, if someone had told me I’d snuggle against one and be cradled gently, I would have called bullshit, but that’s exactly what happened.

Logan’s bear was intimidating to say the least, but his eyes were the same, and his strength had taken my breath away. I’d felt all the adrenaline from the day slip away, and wilting moments had fallen asleep.

I’d woke as soon as he’d laid me in the chair, but I’d been around shifters enough to know how things worked, and had decided to feign sleep until Logan had been able to shift and go find clothes. I had no doubt that this would not always be the case, but since Logan and I had barely spoken a word to each other in the short amount of time we’d known each other, I hadn’t felt comfortable ogling his naked form, although I was sure it was spectacular.

I could tell he was waiting for me to succumb to hysterics, like Heidi had, and I was sure if I’d been with anyone else, in any other situation, I would have done just that.

But, after having a gun shoved in my face, and listening to Heidi’s fears, I’d come to a realization… I was lucky. Not to be alive, although that was definitely a positive, but I was lucky because I knew I’d found my mate.

Sure, Logan and I didn’t know each other yet, and yes, being with him would mean leaving the pack I’d grown up with… leaving my family, my friends, and my job, and starting over from scratch. But, it also meant I’d be starting a life with the person I was meant to be with. The man who would father my children. The bear who would protect us with his life.

The other half of me.

And that, was something to be grateful for.

Logan bringing me here meant we would have the time to get to know each other without distraction. Without the judgement of my parents, or the worry of Gilly. Without the weight of my packs stares and questions.

Just us, forming a bond and learning all we could about each other.

It also meant we were completely alone. And ever since I’d seen him at Mateo’s and he’d touched my skin, I’d yearned for Logan more than I’d ever known possible. I positively, burned for him. The need so great that it took every ounce of willpower I had not to fly off of the chair he’d so gently put me in, and attack him right here on the lake shore.

When he’d taken my hand in his, my heart had gone pitty-pat and my body had caught fire.

We sat there quietly, watching the occasional ripple, and as I concentrated on the heat of his hand in mine, my mind began to wander.

Dirty, filthy thoughts flitted through my head.

Me, riding him on the lounger, the breeze in our hair, the lake at my back.

Him, bending me over the lounger, my breasts heaving as he reached around and brought me to orgasm.

Us, laying on the lake shore, the cool sand under my back as the water lapped at us.

Logan must have noticed the difference in me, whether by the rapid increase in my heartbeat, or maybe the way I’d started to perspire a little, but I noticed him shift in his seat, then scent the air, before he squeezed my hand just a bit tighter and turned his head toward me.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice deep, husky.

God, that voice alone almost made me come on the spot.

I failed to bite back my groan in response, and that was all Logan needed to know.

One second I was sitting on the lounger, squeezing my thighs together as I tried to clear the madness from my mind, and the next I was being picked up and tossed over Logan’s shoulders. I lost the view of the lake, instead getting an eyeful of tight, we-rounded ass, as he strode away from the lake and into his cabin.