CHAPTER SIXTEEN

L ogan tossed and turned, finding it difficult to get comfortable and sleep.

After the orange lights had switched off and they were sure there was no threat, he had returned to his quarters to sleep.

I'll be heading home next week to see my parents.

Excellent. Right?

No human should be wandering the halls, tempting him with her cute little ass and those fucking blue eyes.

Goddamn her.

He'd had his mouth on her and his fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. The sounds of her guttural orgasm were playing on repeat inside his head. The taste of her, rich in his mouth like the sweetest treat that made you want more.

Much more.

Shouldn't he be feeling filthy? Disgusted with himself. Regretful. Scouring his tongue with his toothbrush.

Soaking his hand in bleach.

Instead of lying there with a hand on his cock and the taste of Brooklyn's kiss still on his lips. And fuck off with that romantic notion.

Her come still lingered on his tongue.

Logan could have fucked her, but he hadn't. It was the intense need to sink into her which had held him back.

She was like a drug. One he felt he would obsess over if he let himself succumb to the seductress.

If she was vampire, maybe.

But it went against the very fabric of who he was, so he'd dug deep and stepped away.

Now, he needed to come. Even if it meant imagining a human when he did.

Logan's hand slid down his abs to his shaft and clenched it.

Their chemistry was off the goddamn charts and one he couldn't ignore. He reasoned it away, figuring with eight billion humans on the planet, and living for over a hundred years, it was bound to happen.

Well, he'd had a taste, now he needed to just jerk off and move on.

Slowly he moved his hand up and down his member, rubbing the precum already present and letting out a grown.

His eyes closed and the scent of Brooklyn returned, all tart blueberry and summer, her needy eyes, those little mews begging him for release.

Fuck.

Why drag this out? Logan moved his hand faster, tightening his grip as he imagined placing her on the science counter and tugging her against his cock.

Then impaling her.

Their guttural screams filling the lab as he filled her with his vampire cock.

He wouldn't be gentle, but he'd not hurt her.

Not more than she wanted, as she gripped his tattooed arms and pleaded for him to fill her.

Fuck me.

His come blew out of his cock as his back stiffened and arched off the bed.

Fucking Christ. I need to fuck her for real.

But he wouldn't.

No damn way.

Yes, he knew not all humans were evil, but they all had it in them to make a bad decision. Take the Second World War; turning a blind eye or even joining in with the absolutely unacceptable behavior toward one race of people was, in a word, disgusting.

Few spoke up during that time.

Sure, most didn't know exactly what was about to happen to millions of those loaded onto trains and taken away. But it didn't take a whole lot of brain cells to figure out that all people were equal.

Did it?

And was he being hypocritical?

Not wanting to have sex with a race he didn't respect or like wasn't hypocritical, it was a choice. And if you took away the fact he was an assassin, he wasn't hurting anyone.

That sounded less insane inside his head.

He'd made his decision. He wasn't fucking a human. Even one he craved.

End of story.

Fuck this. If he couldn't sleep, he may as well go workout.

LOGAN STRODE DOWN THE same corridors he'd been walking just hours before and let out a yawn. Then slid his phone into his gray sweatpants.

It wasn't going to be his best work out of the year, but it might be distracting enough to get his mind off Brooklyn.

"Hey man." Marcus slapped him on the shoulder as he and Kurt headed in the opposite direction.

"All good?" he asked, walking backward.

The two big vampires nodded.

"Yeah, long day, but we're headed to bed for a few hours' sleep. See you at the next meeting," Kurt replied, rubbing his forehead, looking tired.

"Sleep well."

He then continued on his way.

From his rooms, Logan had to go via the main foyer to get to the training center. As he passed the large entrance, he noticed the doors were open, because at seven it was dark enough and the castle was coming alive.

The tw— What the hell?

Brooklyn stood in the doorway staring out into the night in a pair of lycra shorts, a tight little top and a pair of runners on her feet. Which meant she had completely ignored his instruction about not going out for a run.

Goddamn her.

He suddenly found himself standing right next to her with his hands on his hips.

"The hell are you doing?" he growled.

Brooklyn jumped.

Like one of those cartoon characters. Literally launched off the ground straight up into the air.

"Christ. Logan. You could have given me a heart attack!" she cried, slamming her hand on her chest.

"Your heart is beating just fine," he grunted. "But if you want to keep it fucking beating, you need to stay in the castle."

Brooklyn frowned. "I can't stay caged inside. I need daylight."

He stared at the dark night sky and back at her.

"Really? That's your argument when it's pitch black?"

She glanced away, then those eyes darted back. "Well, you told me to run yesterday. Run little mouse." She mocked him. "And"—she leaned closer—"you left me...frustrated."

The hell?

Logan tugged her aside, trying to ignore the erection growing in his gray sweats — which, great, everyone would see—and glared at her.

"First, no I fucking didn't. You came," he hissed.

She shrugged.

Shrugged!

"Second, this is a pretty big cage, so stay inside." Logan added sharply.

He glanced outside to the large grounds and, for a second, almost offered to run with her. But being alone in the woods with the need to fuck her was not wise.

It was a recipe of his sexual desires is what it was.

Especially with the skimpy outfit showing off all her curves.

"Why aren't you utilizing the training center?" Logan asked. "The civilians are allowed to use the facilities when the warriors aren't training."

Brooklyn let out a small laugh while he tried to ignore her sexy toned legs and how her raven hair was pulled through the black cap on her head. Her cheeks rosy as they'd been when she'd come on his hand.

"Good one. Have you forgotten I'm human?"

His brows shot up, and he leaned closer. "Sweetheart, your DNA is still wet on my lips. I have not forgotten."

Her cheeks turned red.

"Well, I'm not going to work out with vampires. I know enough about your species to know that's a really bad idea."

Well, she wasn't going outside on her own.

"The girls do yoga. Join one of the classes." Logan planted his hands on his hips.

Brooklyn jutted out her own hip in annoyance. "They run at three and five in the morning. I am humannnnn."

"I knowwwww." He countered, getting in her face. Then cursed. "Fine. If you want to work out, come with me and I'll set you up on a treadmill."

"Why would you do that?" Brooklyn frowned.

Logan slid his hand around her, guiding her away from the doorway. "Do not let Ms. Wade run outside on her own, understand?"

"Yes sir." The two guards nodded.

"Excuse me. You can't do that. I am not a prisoner." Brooklyn skipped to keep up as he pressed against the small of her back.

If she was his prisoner, he'd be doing a lot more fun things with her than taking her to work out on a fucking treadmill.

No, I wouldn't. I am not touching her again.

"Brook, it's dangerous out there right now. You are human, as you keep fucking pointing out. Just come to the damn center with me. I'll...Jesus. I'll protect you from all the big bad vampires."

Brooklyn stayed quiet as they made their way through the halls, but he could hear the wheels turning in her head.

Not literally.

So he wasn't surprised that when they got to the door of the center, she slid on the brakes. Logan was almost impressed with her strength.

"I can't—" Brooklyn started.

His eyes dipped to hers. "What's wrong?"

She wrapped her arms around her middle and chewed her lip. "I should just go back to my room."

A warrior pushed through the doors and Logan moved his body protectively, blocking her from the guy.

He nodded at him and watched as Brooklyn eyed the vampire.

She's scared. That's how she used to look at me.

Then he realized she had her hand on the back of his bicep and had curled her fingers around it.

An odd feeling surged through him, his chest constricting as he turned to her.

If anyone was going to scare his little mouse, it was going to be him.

"Brooklyn," Logan rasped, his hand cupping her neck. "No one, and I can't emphasis this enough, no one is going to touch you or look at you while you are in there with me. Are we clear?"

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

"Stop blinking and speak." He rumbled.

"Why?" she whispered.

"Why?" His voice an octave higher as he grinned.

The answer might scare her a whole lot more than she already was, but she was his to scare.

"Simple, sweetheart." He placed his arm back in the small of her back and nudged her inside. "Because I'm an assassin."