Logan POV
I was holding my mate in my arms and trying to come back to my senses.
Each time we had sex, it was fucking perfect. It didn’t matter if it was a quickie in one of our offices or a long, hot session at home. It was perfect. She was perfect.
I couldn’t believe that I almost lost her. I wanted to go back and beat the shit out of 25-year-old Logan. He was stupid and weak. He almost cost me my entire life. He almost cost me the love of my life.
‘I’ll join you.’ Leon growled. ‘I wouldn’t mind sticking my claws up his ass.’
‘I know you wouldn’t.’ I said and chuckled at my wolf.
“I felt that you were stressed, baby.” I said softly as I ran my hand up and down her back. “What’s wrong?”
I felt Emma’s tension, and I knew what she needed immediately. My touch always relaxed her. Her touch always relaxed me. Every time I was stressed about something, I came home to my mate and all my troubles just disappeared.