CHAPTER FOURTEEN

S poiler: I wasn't asked to escort Brooklyn to the lab.

Logan had decided it might be a good idea.

It hadn't been.

He'd walked around with a hard-on all damn day after watching her hot little ass run back to her room.

The ops meeting put a damper on it, sure, but the moment they'd all departed, and he was told to stick around the castle and wait for further instructions, Logan had too much time on his hands.

That's the thing about snipers: they got their instructions and then it was just point and shoot.

Okay, not quite.

The strategy was sound, and he was ready to go when they were.

Logan had been preparing to hit the sack himself when the perimeter was breached. It was probably a wild animal, but he found himself walking toward Brooklyn's wing of the castle.

Then leaning against the wall outside her room, wondering what she was doing.

Was she sleeping?

Was she ringing a boyfriend and having phone sex?

Was her body thrumming from their earlier encounter like his had been and imaging what his cock felt like snug inside her wet channel?

If she was a vampire, Logan would be excited to be this ramped up about fucking a hot female. But oh no, apparently he was having an existential crisis just as a war was breaking out.

Great.

Nice timing, cock-a-doodle-doo.

So apparently he wanted to fuck this human and there wasn't much he could do about it.

Ignore it was one option

Then again, hate sex could be good.

If he could get past his complete disgust for her race.

Perhaps he needed to embrace this. Get her mouth around his cock and close his eyes as he shot his load.

Once.

Then with any luck she'd fuck up and prove herself to be a traitor so he could snap her pretty little....

Shit.

Could he really kill Brooklyn?

There was a strong tug growing inside him, demanding he protect this human.

Probably because she was important in the creation of this antidote.

What else could it be?

There was important work going on inside and it was his job to ensure it got done to protect the race. If Sage and Ari had sought this human out, perhaps she'd done remarkable things before and believed her to be important.

Logan needed to respect that.

And listen, if he ended up getting a seriously good blow job out of it, then it wasn't all bad.

He was still keeping an eye on her sweet ass.

What a shame she wasn't of his race, so he could let her loose and chase that pretty peach through the woods and fuck her up against a tree.

Those heart shaped lips, which loved to part in fear when he was around, would be wet and luscious against his.

I wonder what she tastes like.

Damn, he needed sleep, but as an assassin he was used to sitting for long hours. Waiting patiently for his prey.

Not with a semi in his pants, but still.

A sound caught his attention and a second later, the door to the lab opened.

Logan pushed away from the wall, dropping his foot, which had been hitched up with the rubber of his boot flat against the plaster.

"Fine. Either kill me or fuck me!" Brooklyn burst out.

The fuck?

"I'm sorry, what?" Logan asked, crowding her in the doorway. "And would you keep your damn voice down?" he grit out.

The last thing he wanted was fellow vampires thinking he was sleeping with the human.

"I can't focus with you out here threatening me." Brooklyn grumbled as he glared down at her.

Christ, she was short. Her neck was exposed, and her head appeared almost toppling off her shoulders as she stared up at him.

I like it.

His eyes roamed her neck, her pulse throbbing as his mouth watered. Logan felt his cock thicken inside his fatigues.

Fuck.

"Get inside." He growled, gripping her hip and stepping her back as the door closed behind them.

He kept her close, taking in her reaction to him manhandling her—her submissive reaction—as a mix of fear and heat blazed within her blue globes.

"But please don't kill me," Brooklyn whispered.

"What should I do instead?" he rasped.

She swallowed loudly, and Logan suppressed his groan.

Goddamn, she was sexy.

He forced himself to not smile as she searched his face for information.

"Answer me," he growled, leaning down. "If you want to live, then what should we do?"

More swallowing.

"What...um, what would you like me to do?" she asked in a husky whisper.

Holy fucking hell.

He was hard as a fucking rock. Her fear was intoxicating, but he wasn't a monster. Hating all humans was one thing. Taunting her, another.

Harming her...not going to happen.

Seducing her and terrifying her into fucking him? It was totally fucked up, but here they were, both of them panting and aroused. It was so fucked up, but Jesus, he was ready to rip out his cock and slam it down her throat.

Instead, he slowly cupped her face and roughly rubbed his thumb over her lips, crushing them as wet eyes full of need pleaded with him.

Christ, she wants me to fuck her.

"What do I want? I want you to sink to your knees and take out my cock. Then I want you to wrap these pink lips around it and suck me down your throat."

"Oh, God." Brooklyn whimpered as precum leaked from his crown.

He couldn't stop.

His body was on fire with the same need he saw in her.

"Then I'm going to press you up against this wall, rip your panties down and fuck you harder than you've been fucked before."

"Okay."

Jesus.

She needed to tell him no. In fact, he needed her to say no.

I cannot fuck a human.

Yet, right now, he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

Brooklyn shuddered so hard she almost lost her footing, but Logan held her face, his vampire strength keeping her steady.

Fight me, little mouse.

"Now?" she asked, and a growl rippled in the back of his throat as his cock jutted against his zipper.

She's only agreeing because she thinks I'm going to kill her instead.

Isn't she?

Had he gone too far? Well, okay, yes, he had. But she wasn't this submissive. She could call for help.

Which left only one alternative...

Brooklyn wanted to fuck him.

Motherfucker.

Well, then. If the little mouse wanted to play, he would. But she might regret it.

"Is that a yes?" Logan asked, and before she could complete a nod, his incisors slipped out. She needed to know exactly what she was doing before he made another move. "You'd just fuck any vampire that threatened you. Just drop to your knees and suck his cock?"

Her mouth parted. "No, I...you said..."

"I said," he growled, "that I would wait outside, but you came out and...offered yourself to me."

Still, she just blinked, desire sizzling like a winter fire in those big eyes of hers.

Game on then, little mouse.

He took another step, pushing her back into the wall.

"Brooklyn," he growled in warning, giving her one last chance.

She let out a mewl which snapped the last thread of control inside him.

Fuck.

Pressing against her soft feminine curves, sparks exploded around them as his hand slid down her neck and cupped her breast.

"Fucking kiss me, human."

His mouth slammed down onto hers as she cried out with guttural greed.

Motherfucker.

OH MY GOD, I'm kissing a vampire.

I'm kissing Logan.

His lips demanded entrance, and she gave it. In this moment, she would give him anything.

Brooklyn had lost total control of her mind. All she knew was that she needed him to own all of her and give her the complete and utter pleasure she craved.

Their tongues smashed together and began this lustful dance which lacked all grace. It was hungry and demanding.

His arms pulled her harder against him as he growled, and she was surprised he wasn't hurting her.

He could.

Yet his hunger was consuming and measured.

I don't fuck humans.

So why was she in his arms being consumed in a way no man had ever kissed her, surrounded by his enormous, hard body? This level of passion was the sort of thing you read about.

Jesus, is this why Sage mated Ari?

Brooklyn could understand why.

She would never get over this kiss.

Is this all it would be, or was Logan going to go through with his demand and push her to her knees and demand she take his cock?

Would she suck him off?

Logan's hand reached around and cupped her ass, pressing her up against his huge solid erection. She felt his power simmering under the firm muscles beneath her hands and a thrill ran through her.

As terrifying as this was, and despite how cruel he'd been to her, Brooklyn wanted him.

All of him. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. She wanted him to cover her body with his dominance and nakedness and let him own her.

All of her.

Completely.

And feel the pleasure she knew he was capable of.

For one night.

His fingers crept under her skirt as their lips lapped at one another hungrily, her legs parting to give him access.

"Naughty mouse," Logan moaned against her lips.

She cried out as he ripped off her panties and slid his digits through her pussy.

Holy hell.

Brooklyn began shuddering as pleasure slammed into her very being.

"Fuck me, you are dripping," Logan growled as Brooklyn threw her head back when his fingers entered her.

His mouth clamped onto her neck.

"This what you wanted?" he rasped.

"Yes, oh yes," she admitted, trying to work out how many damn fingers he had down there, but her brain was short circuiting.

They seemed to be everywhere.

Inside her.

On her clit.

Sliding through her moist folds.

"Then let go and come. Because this is only happening once," Logan rasped, his tongue sliding over a vein on her neck as his fingers moved rapidly over her swollen clit.

"God. How are you doing that? Yes, shit, oh god. Logan," she cried.

He grabbed her face, steel eyes glaring at her. "Such a needy wet cunt."

Fucking hell.

"I'm going to come." Brooklyn gasped. "Oh god, oh god."

"Scream for me, little mouse. Scream into my mouth as I make this little cunt come." Logan lifted her with ease, wrapped her legs around his body, and sped up his finger work.

Fuck!

She was gone.

Her mouth fell onto his as he worked her skillfully to her climax. His tongue and teeth consumed her as she tried to focus on all the points of pleasure.

It was useless.

Her orgasm ripped through her and with it the cry he had demanded. Then silenced with his mouth.

Shuddering, she clung to his shoulders, feeling so wanton she wasn't sure how she was going to walk away from this with any pride.

And not caring.

At least for now.

Her head dropped onto Logan's shoulder while he slowly slid his fingers out of her. The cool air hit her in their absence and reality returned cruelly as he slid her down his body.

Not stepping away, he waited for her to lift her face. Then he locked his eyes with hers and slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked.

A little moan escaped her.

"Delicious, little mouse," Logan rasped roughly.

Her eyes began to drop to his hard cock, but he cupped her face.

"No," he said firmly; her questioning eyes met his.

"I told you; I don't fuck humans."

His voice wasn't harsh, and he sounded almost regretful, but it had hurt in a way she wasn't expecting.

"Then what was that?"

Logan stared back at her, eyes full of sexual need. He wasn't letting her nearby.

He wanted her. But he despised her.

Shame sliced through Brooklyn as she realized was a stupid mistake she'd made.

Then he surprised her, running his finger over her forehead and tucking strands of hair behind her ear. She tilted her head in question, and he finally answered. "That was a promise not to harm you. But I cannot go any further."

She wanted to hate him, but for once he wasn't being an asshole or threatening to kill her. Plus, he'd just given her the best orgasm of her life.

If he hated humans, then his feelings about that obviously went deep. She could see he wanted her, but it wasn't like he was the love of her life.

She pushed away her shame, then lifted her hands off his pecs, patted them, and nodded.

"Okay." She nodded. "This didn't happen. I understand."

"It did happen," he growled, putting his fingers under her chin and those steel eyes of his roaming her face, almost insisting she remember.

Brooklyn began to see a depth to Logan he'd not shown her before.

She nodded.

What did he want from her?

To make her come but not give anything of himself?

Why did she care?

Surely, she should be happy with such a delicious buzz running through her body right now, knowing he doesn't demand more.

Perhaps he's worried he'd hurt her.

"Don't go out for a run tomorrow. Stay inside," Logan said firmly, blinking away his emotion.

How did he know she did that?

Often she would go for a jog out on the castle grounds during the day when most of the vampires were asleep.

"Okay," she replied, knowing full well he would never tell her how he knew. "Anyway, I'll be out of your hair for a while if Sage agrees. I'm heading home to see my parents."

Logan stepped away. His voice sounded almost angry when he asked, "Why?"

"Because..." Brooklyn frowned. "I want to. Aren't you excited to not have an annoying human around?"

She didn't like him questioning her like that. The dominance might work for her sexually, but if Logan thought he could boss her around, he could piss right off.

"I have to clean up and get back to work. Dr. Abbot will be here soon," she said, then strode through the lab to the bathrooms at the rear.

When she closed the door behind her, she leaned against it and closed her eyes.

What did I just do?