Chapter 83

My body wriggled underneath him as my legs parted on their own accord so that Logan could position himself between them. The sudden intimate position that we found ourselves in had a blush rising to my already flushed cheeks and neck. I had never been so involved with another person in my life and I was glad that Logan would be the only man that I would share my inexperience with as he was my mate, my best friend, my alpha and my lover. "Esme," he groaned my name as he continued to stare down at me, his black eyes never straying from my own, "it might hurt a little bit." I had expected it to hurt and so I was mentally prepared for it. I knew that the marking process meant that Logan would have to bite my neck, where my shoulder and neck meet or rather my sweet spot. Logan had already found my sweet spot and all he had to do was sink his teeth into my exposed tender flesh for his mark to stay on my skin forever. It would let other werewolves know that I was spo