Polina led Logan to the bedroom and through the looking glass to her sanctuary where she commanded a bed to form at the center of the room of reflections. She would give him what he needed, and she’d enjoy every minute of it.
Logan untied her corset. His breathing hastened as her breasts spilled out of the stiff black material and strained against the thin white cotton of the shift underneath. His beast was close to the surface, his eyes dark and a hint of red scales shimmering along the skin of his shoulder.
Her fingers found the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. As she cast it aside, she paused to run her fingers over the scythe-shaped scar on his chest. It was healed but fresh, still slightly pink. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” His stare was aching, hungry. Fragile, human Logan was gone. The thing she was attracted to from the start had replaced him. The strength of will that had kept his heart beating the day of his accident now ruled his immortal being.
“You’re hungry.” Polina helped him out of his sweats and wrapped her hand around his shaft. A swift inhale whistled through his teeth.
Goddess help her, she could feel his need. It was a living thing, a pulse between them, a connection as real as if he was in her head. Logan grabbed her around the waist and carried her to the bed. Her shift didn’t make it all the way there. He tore it from her body and cast it aside.
After seating her on the edge of the bed, he crawled onto the mattress so he was kneeling behind her. His fingers trailed her back, then traced her ribs. Methodically, his touch stroked over her belly button before moving south to wedge between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Let me see your reflection.”
She concentrated and made it so. He met her gaze in the mirror she was facing, the reflection gave her a gorgeous view of her naked body framed in his. While she watched, he spread her knees wide.
“Logan,” she said, cheeks growing hot. She closed her legs and turned her face over her shoulder, reaching for him. He gently grabbed her chin and coaxed her to face the mirror again, running his fingers under her breasts, cupping their heavy weight before pinching the nipples while she watched. She squirmed at the sight of herself, pale and thin against his massive chest. He met her eyes in the mirror and a wanting grin spread across his lips. Again, he pulled her knees apart.
With a gasp her gaze trailed down her body, from the full breasts that Logan kneaded and teased, to the curve of her waist, to her thighs, and eventually lower. She was wet with need for him. He grabbed her right hand and guided it down her stomach to her most tender flesh and pressed her fingers into herself. She moaned as his fingers coaxed hers in circles.
Eyes never leaving the mirror, Logan’s lips found Polina’s neck, pushing her red hair aside with his nose and chin. She picked up the pace, rubbing herself in earnest under the pressure of his hand. Logan’s lips worked along her jugular. With supernatural grace, he slid his legs around hers from behind on the bed, then lifted her by the waist and lowered her onto his lap.
He worked inside her, his moan of pleasure vibrating against her neck. His hand tangled in her hair as she moved, and all the time he watched her in the mirror. She bobbed and stroked herself, arching against him in pleasure. She was close, and he was right there with her.
His reflection turned dark, teeth extending, eyes bleeding to black. He almost broke the rhythm. She could tell he was hesitating; he didn’t want to hurt her. Only Polina knew what he needed. She grabbed the back of his head over her shoulder and pulled his face toward her neck.
The scent of her blood under the surface of her skin must’ve been too much to resist. Logan struck, his teeth sinking into her flesh. The bite wasn’t painful. Her flesh moved aside just for him. Logan’s pleasure echoed through Polina as he drank. Three long pulls and she shattered. Her muscles tensed and released, pulsing against him until he joined her, pitching over the edge.
Eyes open and lips sealed around her neck, Polina reveled in Logan’s reflection from every angle in the mirrored walls as she writhed on his lap. He gripped her waist to keep her from falling. The orgasm went on and on, much longer than his human orgasm. The air around them grew thick with power, her skin taking on a faint purple glow.
When he’d had his fill, he closed the wound with a lick and helped her off of him and into the bed. Her limbs felt loose, worked out, and a blissful smile broke the curtain of her red hair. He snuggled in beside her.
“Do you think you can stand doing that forever?” she asked, her eyes tucked into the crook of her elbow.
He sighed facetiously. “I suppose, if I have to.”
She giggled.
“Polina?”
“Yes, Logan?”
“Since we have to spend eternity together anyway, will you marry me?”
Polina removed the arm from her face. “You’re asking me to marry you… now?”
He shrugged and laughed. “Seems as good a time as any. Are you holding out for a ring? I’ll buy you one as soon as I get to town. I’m guessing you won’t need it sized.”
“Oh please. Don’t waste your money. I’ll make one.”
“Then, will you… Marry me?”
She placed a firm kiss on his lips. “Yes. I think since you’ve given up your mortality for me and joined with me for all eternity, the least I can do is become Polina Valentine.”
“You’d take my name?”
“You’re not going to change the name of your restaurant.”
“Do you think I can keep the restaurant?”
“Of course!”
“I just… I thought you’d need my help here.”
“I’ve gotten by for almost five hundred years without a caretaker. I suspect I’ll need your help on occasion, but no need to make drastic changes.”
“Where will we live?”
“A witch has to stay with her cemetery.”
He nodded. “Here is fine.”
“I think you’ll find you need much less sleep than you used to.”
He placed a hand on her arm. “I’ll move Bonny here right away, so she doesn’t have to be alone during the day until I can sell my place.”
She nodded. Rolling so that she hovered over him, she asked, “It can work, right?”
He smiled at her, eyes hooded. “It already has.”
“But if you live here, you’ll need a way to commute to work.”
He frowned. “I have a car.”
Polina straightened and took a deep breath. Focusing on the floor of her sanctuary, she worked the liquid metal like clay, creating the gift she’d wanted to give Logan for a long time. Magic and metal swirled and peaked before receding. When the fog cleared, a Harley-Davidson softail was parked in her sanctuary.
“Is that…?” Logan stiffened behind her.
“Did I get it right?”
“It looks perfect, exactly like the one I wrecked. How did you do that?”
“I pulled a piece of it out of you. I absorbed the metal. That type of thing leaves an imprint, a memory.”
“Will it work?”
“I think so, but there’s only one way to find out.”
“What time is it?”
“Around ten, I think.”
He frowned. “Already dark.”
She laughed and hugged him around the neck. “You can see in the dark, darling. You have superhuman reflexes. And even if you crash, you’ll find you are more… resilient than before.”
Logan stumbled out of bed and pulled on his clothes. “How do I get it out of here?”
Polina waved her wand and the bike disappeared. “It’s waiting for you out front.”
He grabbed her face and kissed her, hard. “You ready to go for the ride of your life?” he asked.
She grinned. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”