Free Glenn, Stormy - Love Sexy [True Blood Mate 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Stormy Glenn Page B

covered in fur. He’d also have ears, claws, and long canines to bite Love with and claim him again. It was his most powerful form.
    “If that’s true then why did you attack me?”
    “I can’t attack you, Love.”
    Love leaned back, his eyebrow arching. “Really, ’cause it sure as hell didn’t look that way when you had me trapped in the bathroom. It pretty much seemed like you were going to try and kill me.”
    “I told you, Love, you ran and I chased you because that is what I do. It was as simple as that. I wasn’t trying to hurt you or scare you. I never would have hurt you.” Logan shrugged, not really knowing how to explain it to Love. “I was just doing what was natural.”
    “Natural?” Love snorted. “You call scaring me out of my mind natural?”
    Logan could feel Love pulling away from him in his mind. The man was throwing up wall after wall to separate himself from Logan. It hurt, like a knife in his heart. Logan had no idea of how to get through to Love.
    He leaned back against the edge of the recliner behind him and drew his knees up to his chest. Being naked in front of Love suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Do you remember when we met at the moon festival?”
    “What?” Love looked confused by the sudden turn in the conversation.
    “Do you remember when we met at the moon festival?” Logan asked again. “Dick head was trying to drag you through the crowd.”
    Love frowned. “Yeah, why?”
    “Him, I could have easily killed and never gave it another thought. He was trying to harm you.” Logan clenched his jaw as he remembered Mick Red’s hands on his mate. “He was touching you.”
    Love’s head cocked to one side, and a strange look Logan couldn’t identify came over his face. “That bothered you, didn’t it?”
    “Yes,” Logan growled. His hands clenched as a streak of rage flew through him. “He had no right to put his hands on you.”
    “And you did?” Love snapped, though there wasn’t any fire in his words, just accusation. “I don’t exactly remember you asking either.”
    “And I don’t remember you complaining,” Logan said. “In fact, if I remember correctly, you were begging me to fuck you.”
    Love’s brow flickered a little as he flushed. He bent his head and studied his hands. “I didn’t know what you were then.”
    “But…” Logan frowned, “you were at the moon festival.”
    “Yeah, and?”
    “Surely you knew what kind of festival it was.”
    “Yeah, a party.” Love chuckled. “Matt said there would be food and dancing and stuff like that. He never said anything about it being some sort of shifter gathering.”
    Damn Matt! Logan thought as he rolled his eyes. His nephew was getting him into more trouble with his mate than he ever expected. Of course, Matt had brought him his mate, too, so he couldn’t be too upset.
    “Okay, so you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you went to the moon festival. I’m sure you understand the need to keep certain things, like our ability to shift, secret from the world in general.”
    “Yeah, I can see that.”
    “So, knowing what you know now, how do you feel about things?” When Love’s eyebrows shot up, Logan realized his question sounded odd. He just didn’t quite know how to ask Love if he would stay. “Does my ability to shift change how you feel?”
    “I don’t know how I feel.”
    “Are you still afraid of me?”
    Logan held his breath as he waited for Love’s answer. It could make or break him. He could force Love to stay. It had happened in the past with his ancestors when they found human mates. It wasn’t unheard of. But Logan didn’t want a mate by force. He wanted one that stayed because he wanted to stay.
    Love tilted his head to one side and stole a slanted look at Logan. “I’m not afraid of you exactly but…”
    “But?”
    Love shrugged and looked back down at his hands again. “I wasn’t afraid of you before at the...well, when we met, but then you did