Logan's Rattler A. Jarrett (electronic reader .TXT) 📖

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Light. Just because they had supernatural abilities didn’t give them the right to kill innocent people, and if something did happen to Rhett and his friends, they deserved justice even if they wanted to sexually molest his mate.

When Finn first saw Logan, he was in his snake form gliding across the ground getting ready to strike down any Dark Warriors that ran from Malcolm’s house. They were rescuing Miles from the evil bastards’ compound, and they had been given orders to kill any Dark Warriors on sight. But on his way across the field that surrounded the property, an intoxicating scent had him changing course toward the heavily wooded area just south of the house. As he slithered across the cool, damp ground he could feel the vibrations of footsteps coming toward him at a fast clip. His tail began to rattle, and he rose into the air. As the scent grew stronger, he watched the tree line, and when Logan came sprinting in his direction, he knew instantly from his scent that they were mates. He struck first, not thinking of the consequences.

After he bit Logan, the man fainted instantly. Finn shifted back to human form and carried his mate back to the vehicles they had ridden in. At the time, he hadn’t noticed any werewolves or men pursuing Logan, but even if they were he wouldn’t have noticed them. Finn had been too caught up in caring for his mate.

“Was it so bad waking up in my bed?” Finn changed the subject.

He’d rather talk about them being mated than go into the paranormals that had been after him. A part of Finn was curious if Logan enjoyed their first time together.

“Oh god no.” Logan’s head fell back against the head rest. “It was so perfect that I thought I was dreaming.” He sat up. “Then your friend flipped on the light and I realized I just had what was undoubtedly the best sex of my life with a complete stranger.”

His face flushed with heat. He wasn’t just some stranger. “I’m your mate, Logan. Not some one-time hookup, so stop demeaning what we shared.”

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“Dude, what the hell are you talking about? Mates? I have no clue what language you are speaking right now,” Logan snapped back at him.

Finn took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging temper. He couldn’t blame Logan for not understanding. After all, it was him who bit Logan without his permission, essentially pulling Logan into the paranormal world.

“I’m sorry, Logan. There is so much I need to tell you, I just don’t know where to begin.” Finn confessed.

“I’m just dying to hear all about this, but this is me.” Logan pointed out the window to an apartment building.

Finn had been so focused on his mate and wanting to convince him of their special bond, he hadn’t realized he had driven right to the curb of the guy’s apartment. Shit! He had to think fast. He couldn’t just let his mate walk out of his life. Especially with the possibility there were more Dark Warriors on the loose.

As Logan opened the door to step out, Finn quickly grabbed his hand. “At least have dinner with me. Please.” Finn didn’t feel bad about begging if that’s what it took.

Logan turned his intriguing blue eyes to stare at him. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Finn.” He couldn’t hold back his smile.

Logan took his time answering, but the small smiling tugging at his mate’s cheeks held promise. “Okay. I’ll have dinner with you, but I can’t make any promises after that.”

“Duly noted.” It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Wait a minute. I want you to have my number.” He quickly scribbled his number on a napkin he found in the glove box and handed it to Logan. “Call me if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

Logan took the napkin and nodded his head as he stared at it. “I’m off work at six, so why don’t you meet me here around seven.” Logan stepped out of the car then turned back to look at Finn.

“I’ll be here with bells on, honey.”

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Logan started to laugh. Finn’s emotions swam at the singsong sound. He couldn’t wait to get to know his mate better. Logan would be a challenge but one well worth the effort.

“Honey? I think I like that,”