Chapter Eighteen.

Chapter Eighteen.

Logan continued to suck gently on my neck, enticing another breathless moan to escape my lips as my hands made their way his shoulders where they rested. My hands fisted the fabric of the slightly damp T-shirt he wore. I bit my lower lip to stop another moan from being heard.

I had never felt anything like the sensations flooding through me. Logan was igniting a flame within me that seemed to only die down with his simple touch but it wasn't enough. I wanted, needed more than having just his hands caressing the sides of my body and my hips.

My hands reached up from where they had fisted his t-shirt to tangle themselves in his locks. I gently pulled on the silky strands as my back arched upwards and collided with his muscular chest. Logan grunted from above me at my sudden movement before he pulled back so that he could look down at me. I was used to seeing two chocolate pools and I was surprised to see black eyes swirling with lust staring down into my green ones.

"Logan I need you," I told him breathlessly.

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 spoken for and it would mean that I was Logan's forever.

"I know," my voice was breathless as I was still feeling the sensations making their way through my body. A bite to my neck was bound to hurt.

"Are you sure?" Logan asked me for what felt like the hundredth time.

Logan was always being the gentlemen even when I didn't want him to be. He was only looking out for me. Logan was making sure that I was sure with the decision that I had made and he was giving me more than enough chances to back out. I wanted Logan to make me his in every way possible, I wasn't ready to mate with him but I was ready for his mark to sit proudly on my neck.

"I'm sure," I reassured him. I hoped he could see the honesty in my eyes, the need and want that I knew now clouded my vision.

I didn't give Logan a chance to respond as I moved the top half of my body off of the bed so that my face was level with his own. We were close enough that our breaths mixed and became one. I hesitated a moment as my eyes darted from his own down to his lips that were slightly swollen and reddened from our heated kiss moments ago. I closed my eyes and boldly placed my lips onto Logan's, hoping that he could feel how sure I was.

Logan remained still for no longer than a second before his lips began to move against my own. He used his body to his advantage so that he could push me back onto the bed. The kiss was short but it was enough to have my heart racing and butterflies gathering in my stomach.

Logan pulled away after pecking my lips one more time. He trailed kisses down my cheek and neck to where he once again found my sweet spot. A moan sounded at the back of my throat as his skilful lips gently sucked on my already tender flesh. Logan took my skin between his teeth and bit softly before releasing my now aching skin and ran his tongue over my wound, soothing my inflamed skin and creating pleasure in its wake.

I was breathless and panting underneath him. My body hummed in pleasure and anticipation for what was about to happen. I closed my half open eyes and prepared myself for the pain that I would no doubt experience in just a few seconds. Logan moved his head back ever so slightly; my hands that were tangled in his hair followed the movement.

"Please," I panted.

The desperation in my voice was all that was needed for Logan to return to my neck with one last kiss on my sensitive skin he bit down, easily piercing through my flesh with his sharp teeth. My eyes opened wide already gathering with tears as I gasped and choked out loud.

The pain was worse than I would have thought possible and no matter how much I told myself that it wouldn't hurt, nothing would have been able to prepare me for the pain that I was experiencing. I was no longer dazed with pleasure and begging for more.

I struggled underneath him. I had no control of my limbs as they thrashed out in every direction with the intention of causing some sort of pain to Logan and hopefully force him to release my neck from his canines. My hands fisted as I began to pound on Logan's back while desperate pleas escaped my lips as I begged him to stop.

I had moments ago wanted Logan to mark me but now that I was in pain I wanted nothing more than for Logan to let go of me. I was half crazed with agony yet I knew that when the pain disappeared that I would be pleased that Logan had marked me as his forever.

Logan's hands that had been caressing my waist and hips now acted as restraints as they grabbed my hips and held me tightly down on the bed; it wasn't enough to hurt me or leave a mark but it was enough to stop me from moving and causing myself harm. My cheeks were soaked with warm tears as I blubbered and cried from pain.

After what felt like hours Logan gently removed his teeth from my neck and used his tongue to gently lick away the blood that had seeped from my wound. My cries and screams turned into whimpers as he continued to tend to my wound and sooth my throbbing neck.

"Esme, it's alright," Logan soothed as he gently used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the tears from my cheeks, "the worst of it is over."

I nodded my head and closed my eyes as I leaned into Logan's hands that cradled my face gently, "ouch."

Logan chuckled and I found a small giggle escaping my lips despite what had just happened and the throbbing in my neck. It felt like a pulse beating harder and more frequently than my actual pulse. I was beginning to calm down as Logan gently held me close to his body before rolling over and onto his back so that I now lay on top of him. I wiggled trying to get comfortable by tangling my legs with Logan's ignoring the pain in my neck.

"What does it look like?" I whispered as I looked up at Logan through my still wet lashes.

It had never occurred to me that after I was marked what it would look like. I didn't know if it would scar or forever remain red and pink so that it was always visible. I knew it was silly but I didn't know if it would turn into some sort of tattoo but I didn't think the thought was impossible as I had once thought the existence of werewolves was impossible.

"It looks sore," Logan told me seriously with a frown on his face.

A frown made its way onto my own face as that wasn't what I had meant, "I mean what does it look like?"

"Oh," Logan said sheepishly as a huge smile broke out onto his flawless face, "my teeth marks are bright red but they will fade and eventually scar into a light pink almost white colour but it already looks beautiful."

I nodded my head. I had expected it to scar and I was sort of pleased that it wouldn't turn into some sort of tattoo as the idea was a little farfetched. I felt my own smile break out onto my face as I realised that I was finally marked, that I was now Logan's forever. Everyone would know that I was Logan's mate and that he was mine.

"I'm sorry," I apologised remembering how I had reacted to his bite. I blushed a little with embarrassment.

"You don't need to apologise," he spoke softly while cupping my face with both of his hands, "it will soon heal and scar."

I mumbled with a nod. I suddenly felt exhausted it was as if the struggle I had moments ago had taken all of my energy and I was now left feeling tired and empty. I yawned loudly not having it within me to even cover my mouth with my hand as my eyes dropped and I lowered my head to Logan's chest.

"You must be exhausted," Logan stated as he leaned up to kiss the top of my head, "sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."

I didn't need to be told twice as I snuggled myself closer to Logan who wrapped his arms tightly around me, holding me to close to him. I could hear the sound of his heart beating almost like a lullaby as I drifted to sleep with ease.

*

I groaned not opening my eyes as I wiggled around. I was too hot to the point where it felt like I was suffocating. I could feel the beads of sweat that had gathered on my forehead and the back of my neck trickle down my skin making me cringe. My hair was sticking to me making my skin crawl at how unpleasant it felt. I needed to take a cold shower to rinse off my sweat coated body and to hopefully cool it down.

I peeled opened my eyes to see that I was surrounded by darkness. My eyes focused and I saw that the only source of light came from the moon that streamed through the open curtains illuminating the room in a white glow.

I was still cradled in Logan's arms who was asleep beneath me. Normally I would have taken the time to marvel at his beauty and run my fingertips over every detail of his face before tracing his lips that were slight pouted. A fire raged within me causing a small whine to escape my lips as I struggled in Logan's arms to break free.

"Esme?" Logan questioned still sounding half asleep, his voice was husky and thick with sleep as I paused in my struggles to look up at him.

"I'm too hot," I told him in a pained voice.

Logan was instantly awake as he moved his head quickly to look down at me. A concerned frown etched its way onto his face as his hand came up and placed itself on my forehead.

Logan winced a little before removing his hand and gently placing it on my shoulder. In one swift movement Logan was sitting up with me cradled in his laps, the duvet no longer covering either of us and my temperature seemed to spike.

"I'm going to run you a cold bath," Logan told me worriedly.

Logan lifted me off of the bed with ease as he stood and carried me to the bathroom that was attached to his room. I blinked rapidly as he switched the lights on illuminating the bathroom into a bright white light. He gently placed me on the toilet with the lid closed before walking over to the large, white bathtub and turning on the blue tap which indicated cold water. I would have laughed any other time as Logan began to pour bubble bath solution into the bath but I didn't feel up to it.

We sat in silence as I slouched on the back of the toilet wincing every now and then in pain as fire seemed to burn in my veins. The pain from Logan's bite felt like nothing compared to the burning I felt. The sound of the tap being turning off had me rolling my head to the side to see Logan standing up and making his way towards me.

Logan helped me stand to my feet before he reached for the hem of the t-shirt I wore. I wanted to stop him and tell him that I could do it myself but my arms felt heavy at my sides and I allowed Logan to remove the t-shirt I wore and with one swift movement he had lifted it up and over my head. He didn't make any other move to remove my underwear as he knocked my knees out from under me and lifted my bridal styles so that he could easily lower me into the tub.

The cold water instantly covered my entire body and I found myself sinking lower into the bath tub until only my head could be seen above the water and bubbles. The cold water helped with my raging body temperature and I sighed as I felt myself begin to cool down. Logan sat on the floor beside the tub, his head resting on the side with his face towards me. I could see that he was worrying; the concerned frown still present on his face as he stared at me.

"Stop worrying," I told him with a small smile, "it's probably just the start of a cold or the flu, human issues."

Logan managed to smile at my attempt of a joke as he closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them, "I should call the pack doctor."

"Doctor Luke?" I questioned.

"Yes," He answered as he stared at me.

"I'm fine, it'll pass soon," I told him although I could hear the doubt in my own voice.

My body still felt as if it was on fire even though I was surrounded by ice cold water. I should have been shivering, my skin should have been blue and I should have been struggling to breathe with how cold the water was but I wasn't. It was as if the cold water had no effect on cooling down my heated body.

A whimper escaped my lips that I tried desperately to hide. A pounding sensation began in my head, just behind my eyes making my vision turn blurry. I blinked quickly trying to clear my fuzzy vision but it seemed as though no matter how many times I blinked I was left with fuzzy images of everything around me.

"Logan!" I called out his name in a fit of panic as I began to move around in the bath tub. I could hear the water sloshing about and even splashing onto the floor but I didn't care as I continued to struggle in the bath.

"Esme," Logan called my name as I felt two hands grab both of my shoulders gently, the tingles dancing across my skin informed me that it was Logan and I sighed in relief. I tried to look around for him but all I could make out was black, grey and white shapes that didn't resemble the outline of Logan's body.

"I can't see," I told him desperately as I grabbed his hands that held my shoulder tightly. I didn't want him to let me go.

"Crap," Logan muttered under his breath.

I could hear the worry laced in his tone as he reached into the bathtub sliding his arms under my body and picking me up out of the bath tub. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as I clung to him as if my life depended on it.

"I'm scared," I whispered into the crook of his neck.

Logan held me tighter to his body as he rubbed one of his hands up and down my back in a comforting manner, "everything's going to be alright. I'm taking you to the infirmary where Doctor Luke is going to meet us with your mum and there we will find out what's wrong and how to make you better."

It sounded as if Logan was talking to a five year old as he explained to me what was happening. I only nodded my head as I felt Logan's body dip slightly and the sound of something opening and closing.

"Lift your arms up," Logan told me softly and I did as he asked. Logan managed to slide what I guessed was a t-shirt through my hands and neck and down my body with relative ease only using only hand while the other cradled me to him.

I whimpered into his neck as I felt another flame ignite through my body causing my back to arch in pain towards Logan's body. The pounding in my skull increased causing me to close my eyes tightly while I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out in pain. I could taste the bitter, metallic taste of blood from where I had bitten my lip hard.

"We will be there soon," Logan told me with determination in his voice.

A breeze ruffled the t-shirt I wore and I knew that we were outside although I felt no change in the temperature. My body was moving as Logan began to jog through the pack territory and in the direction of where I guessed the infirmary was.

I cried out unable to swallow my pain as I felt myself bouncing in Logan's arms. My eyes felt as if they had rolled into the back of my head and I desperately gasped for breath. Logan was calling my name but it sounded like he was far away, miles away and out of my reach.

The pounding in my head increased to the point where it was unbearable. A scream of pure terror could be heard above the ringing in my ears and it took me only a moment to realise that I was the one screaming out in pain.

"Esme open your eyes," I could hear Logan shouted desperately, "don't pass out."

It was too late. I wanted to open my eyes and tell Logan that everything was alright but I couldn't. It seemed as though I had lost all control over my body. The fire raged within me and the pounding increased to the point where my entire being was consumed with unbearable pain.

I felt darkness overcome me and for once I embraced the unknown.

AN: I'm sorry for not updating sooner but I've had trouble with my account and only just got it back. I hope you had a lovely Christmas and start to the New Year!