Knot of the Moon - Chapter 5: The Cabin Claiming

Chapter 5: The Cabin Claiming

Logan

The door was completely gone, reduced to an explosion of splintered pine and twisted metal hinges. In its place stood the terrifying reality of Vance looming in the wreckage, his chest heaving like a cornered beast, his eyes entirely pitch-black with the heavy, unhinged cloud of his pre-rut.

The raw alpha pheromones rolling off his sweat-sheened skin hit me like a physical wall, thick enough to make my head spin.

I didn’t even have time to turn around. I didn’t have time to scramble for the window or find a weapon.

He crossed the length of my ruined bedroom in two predatory strides, his massive, claw-tipped hands locking around my bare waist with the strength of a hydraulic press. He hoisted me off my feet, spinning me around, and threw me face-down onto the mattress like I weighed absolutely nothing. The old iron springs bounced violently under the sudden impact.

Before the breath could fully return to my lungs, before I could even try to plant my palms against the mattress to push myself up, his crushing weight descended onto my back.

“Vance—wait—just hold on—” I gasped out, my voice raw and frantic.

But the defensive words dissolved into a broken, high-pitched moan as his large hands gripped the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers, ripping them down to my knees in one brutal, downward yank. The cool, winter air circulating through the broken doorway hit my exposed skin, sending a violent shiver straight down my spine. I was left entirely bare from the waist down, vulnerable and shivering in the dim light of the cabin.

“Been waiting long enough,” Vance growled against the back of my neck, his breath scaldingly hot against my freezing skin. His elongated fangs scraped over my nape, threatening to sink into the scent gland right beneath the surface. “This hole has been teasing me for days. Dripping for me. Begging for me. It’s mine now, Logan. Every single inch of it.”