Logan's Rattler by A. Jarrett (best books for 20 year olds txt) 📕

They started to circle one another again. Finn darted his attention to the tree to make sure Klaus had gotten Logan free. A sigh passed his lips, and he thanked the gods that at least Logan would be safe.

“Where is he?” Finn’s head snapped back to Rhett, and the man was looking toward the tree where Logan no longer sat.

“Someplace you will never reach him.” Finn ran forward and dropped his shoulder, taking Rhett to the ground. Fists started to fly, making it difficult for Finn to bite Rhett. Just one bite would end this, but the man was a force to be reckoned with. His lunacy made him ten times stronger than any other paranormal.

Rhett bucked his hips up off the ground, causing Finn to lose his balance. He fell hard to the side, hitting his head on a jagged rock in

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the process. His vision became blurry, and his breath rushed out of his lungs. Pain shot from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes.

Rhett flipped to his feet and reached in the pack he had sitting next to the fire. Finn watched through hooded, heavy eyes as he pulled out a long, shiny blade. It had a wide serrated edge and was about twelve inches long, just perfect for removing another man’s head from his shoulders.

Finn tried to get up. But every time he tried, his vision swam before him. Blood trickled down his neck from the gash on the back of his head. The more he tried to move, the more the world beneath him swayed. He fell onto his back and stared up at the night sky. He prayed the other warriors would come to his rescue because it looked like he was going to need their help after all.

“I guess you just weren’t strong enough to defeat me.” Rhett walked closer until he stood above Finn then placed his boot-covered foot on Finn’s chest, holding him pinned to the ground. “I’ll find him.

Mark my words I will.”

Rhett started to bend over, with the knife held high. The blinding pain encompassed Finn’s body, and he couldn’t move, not even to shout for help.

Come on, guys! Anytime now would be great for a rescue. Finn wanted to send up a smoke signal or whistle for his friends to come help him out. As Rhett moved closer to him, the sound of rustling in the bush drew both his and Rhett’s attention.

Logan came crashing through the shrubbery. His savior was his mate.

“Please, Rhett don’t do this,” Logan cried. “Dear god, don’t.”

With Rhett’s attention on Logan, Finn made his move. He grabbed Rhett around the ankle and sat forward. Finn struck hard and fast, piecing Rhett right through the thick leather of his boot. The poisonous venom oozed into the puncture marks on Rhett’s body, and the effects were immediate. The man fell to the ground in a heap. Finn

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barely had enough time to roll out of the way before the other man collapsed on top of him.

Logan ran to him and fell to his knees at his side. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

His mate buried his face into Finn’s chest and cried the hottest tears Finn had ever felt against his skin. Finn placed a hand at the back of his mate’s neck and held him close, giving him the silent comfort the man needed.

The shift crept over his body and Finn’s snake form reverted back to human. He cringed when he tasted Rhett’s blood on his tongue.

Finn turned his head to the side and spat out the vile filth, wiping away the excess. He then placed a finger under Logan’s chin and gently titled his head up toward his. “You can never lose me, honey.

You’re stuck with me.”

Logan smiled through his tears, and Finn rose up on his elbows to kiss his mate’s soft lips. He caught the long, drawn-out moan that left his lover’s mouth. Nothing tasted better than Logan, nothing. Finn probed his tongue against Logan’s lips until the man relented and let him into his warm moist heat. Logan curled his fingers into Finn’s shoulders, his short nails digging into the skin. It was as if Logan thought Finn would leave him, if the death grip the man had on him was anything to go by.

The chatter of the other warriors grew