Ebony and IvoryMature

Logan helped me calm down and I took another look around our cabin. The bed looked amazingly comfortable but I didn't want to sleep yet. I got my phone out and Logan stood beside me while I called my mom. It was nearly one in the morning but she answered.

"Hey, sweetheart," she said in a sleepy voice, rubbing her eyes.

"Hey, Mom," I whispered. "Something's happened and... Pierre thinks I should come home."

Logan sighed and put his forehead on my shoulder. I tried not to cry more. I didn't want to leave Logan yet.

"What happened?" she demanded and I looked at Logan.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair.

"We found a-a cursed rune under her bed," he explained and my mom frowned. He bit his lip for a second and I felt his anger rolling off of him. "It's a death curse."

My mom gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes were wide in fear.

"Where are you now?"

"Remember how I told you he and I are mates?" I asked and she nodded. "They made a special room for us. Only Logan, Walter the werewolf counselor, Pierre, and I can get in. They're searching all our stuff and doing a search of everyone on the grounds."

She looked at me and didn't speak. I let go of the phone to rub my eyes and Logan took it from me. He sat down on the bed.

"I don't want her to leave, Mrs. Rourke," he said and I sat beside him. "I'm going to do everything I can to keep her safe. I won't leave her side. I'm asking for your permission to let us wait until the investigation is over. If nothing comes up, we'll leave early for my home."

My mom sighed heavily. "I don't know about this, Logan. What if it's a threat to you, too?"

He shook his head. "I don't know but no one is going to hurt Annalise. I won't let it happen."

My mom looked to me. "What do you think, sweetie?"

I stared at the floor. "I want to stay with Logan," I whispered. "If nothing comes up, we'll go to his house and then go from there."

She nodded. "Very well. But I want reports," she said in a stern voice. "You better tell me everything that's happening. If not, I'll come get you myself."

Logan nodded, too. "I swear to it, Mrs. Rourke." He glanced at me. "She needs to sleep. I'll keep you updated."

"Thank you, Logan."

We ended the call and I curled up into a ball, putting my head on the pillow. I heard Logan moving around then he got in behind me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"When did you tell her we're mates?" he asked.

"Last time we talked on the phone. She called because she forgot to mail me something. Pierre gave me permission."

"How badly did she freak?"

I laughed a little and turned in his arms. "Really bad."

He smiled at me and put his forehead on mine.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "We're going to find out who did this."

"When do you think they did it?" I asked.

"While we were at the party," he answered. "If they had done it before then, you would've...."

I sighed and put my hand on his chest. He still wasn't wearing a shirt and I looked at our contrasting skin colors. My white skin stood out like a spotlight.

"Do you know how to play the piano, Annalise?" he asked and I looked up at him. I shook my head. "It's a beautiful instrument. My favorite part is the keyboard. Not only is that where the music begins, they're gorgeous. Some of them are ebony, and some of them are ivory." He held my hand and laced our fingers. "Two completely different colors but they create the most beautiful thing on this earth."

"I've lost count of how many people have said our different races are wrong," I sighed.

He nodded. "As have I. I don't care, though. I wouldn't care if you were purple or yellow or orange."

I touched his lips and ran my fingers down his jaw. It was strong and had a minor amount of stubble on it. His neck was smooth and, when my fingertips brushed his chest, I felt his muscles tighten. I traced his abs and looked up at him. His eyes were confused and I kissed him, pulling on his hip.

"Wait," he breathed. "I need to know you're thinking this through."

"I am," I whispered, reaching behind me to take off the top half of my bikini.

"Wait," he repeated. "There's no going back, Annalise. Not only for your virginity."

I touched his jaw again. "We were made to be together," I said. "Even if we didn't know that, I would still want to be with you." I kissed him. "I'm falling in love with you, Logan."

His eyes were on fire with passion as he caressed my cheek.

"If I mark you, Annalise, you're pledging yourself to me," he said. "Forever."

I kissed him and took his hand off my cheek. He kissed me back and gasped into my lips as I put his hand on my breast. He groaned in desire and kissed my neck. He stopped and locked eyes with me as he pulled on the string of my bikini. I shook in nerves and anticipation as I felt the knot give way. He rolled me onto my back so that he could take it off.

I put my hands on his chest and felt his muscles tighten again as I traveled to the waist band of his swimming trunks. I could already see his arousal and my cheeks went red. My hands were shaking as his gently took mine and helped me push his trunks down, revealing himself. I looked back at him. His eyes were full of lust and passion.

He leaned in and kissed me, running his hands down my sides. I moaned a little as he kissed my breasts, pushing the bottom part of my bikini off of me. He stopped and put himself between my legs. My whole body shook from desire and nerves. He put one hand on my breast and the other on the back of my neck where the spot was.

The minute he touched it I gasped. His thumb ran over my nipple and he pushed into me. I whimpered quietly as pain shot through my nerve endings. He didn't look away as he pulled out then went back in. The pain lingered but I forgot about it as he massaged my breast. He kissed my lips again, moaning into them as he moved faster.

I slid my hand behind his neck and he let out a whimper of pleasure as I put pressure on the spot. He thrust roughly into me and my other hand gripped his biceps while the other continued to massage his neck. His hands wandered down my body as he pushed, panting into my ear.

"Keep doing that," he stammered when I was about to stop. "Please."

I obeyed and he bit my earlobe. I gasped in pleasure, arching my back and he kissed my neck. He pressed long kisses on my neck as he started to push harder and faster. His hand found my breast again and another went under my back, lifting me until our chests were touching.

A tingling sensation built in my stomach and my body got hot. I gasped, both hands now on his biceps and leaned my head back.

"Oh God," I moaned.

I couldn't stop a loud cry of pleasure from escaping me as my body tensed, my nails digging into his skin. He pushed a few more times before he came, too. For a while, he lay on top of me, panting heavily and kissing my neck occasionally. I was doing my best to get my breathing under control but it was hard to.

He lifted himself a little only to roll me on my stomach. I was embarrassed but he just ran his hands up my back and to my neck.

"It'll hurt a little," he panted. "I will do what I can to east it. The pain will go away, though."

I didn't know what to say so I just nodded. He kissed my neck and licked it a couple times. I felt the skin around it start to numb up as if he had injected me with Novocain. He kissed the spot a few more times before I felt a sharp pain on the right side of my spine.

I cried out in pain and gripped the blankets underneath me. Tears streamed down my face as something else pierced the left half of my spine. Slowly, though, the pain started to go away. I felt Logan lick it and get up.

"Wait here, babe," he breathed. When he came back, he pressed something to my neck. It felt like a rag. "Are you all right?"

"That hurt," I whimpered.

"I know, baby, and I'm sorry. All right. The blood has stopped and they're already starting to heal over. Would you like to see?"

I nodded and I heard him take a picture of my neck. Before showing me, he pulled the sheets over me. I was sore in several places but, at the same time, I felt pleasure. He handed me his phone and went into a linen closet. I gasped.

There were four marks, two on the right and two on the left. Those must have been his canines. The kin was red and inflamed. I knew the marks were healed over but they still showed. In the center was a strange tattoo of sorts.

After changing the blanket, I asked him about it. He got in beside me and looked at it.

"It's the mark of my clan," he said, kissing my forehead. "You can't tell yet, but it's a wolf howling."

"I'm tired," I said with a yawn.

He opened his arms and I slid over into them. I put my forehead against his chest.

"Sleep. We will speak more in the morning." He kissed my ear. "I love you," he whispered. "No one will hurt you."

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