CHAPTER TWENTY

L ogan stood with his arms crossed at the back of the room as Sage and Brooklyn presented their thoughts to the king.

Mack was with him.

Security around the royal family was heightened right now, and he was tagging along after seeing Mack and Ari guarding the two scientists.

Fine, yes, he was following Brooklyn.

Ari and Vincent leaned over the documents Sage was speaking about, and he now wished he'd stayed behind.

The king looked up.

"Count me out. I've had that crap injected inside me way too many times." Logan held up his hands.

"We don't have the serum," Brooklyn said, then glanced at Sage. "But we need some."

Ari shot him a look.

"You want us to go into enemy territory and procure some?"

Like it was just a damn supermarket.

"Taking it from your blood is restricting our ability to formulate and test this antidote," Sage said. "If we had a sample, and we don't need much, it would substantially increase our speed and efficiency."

The king rubbed his jaw.

"So destroying all the production facilities may be jumping the gun. Do we need to source it there first?"

"Possibly. Let's see what happens when we get our team into Manhattan where we are sure the Russians are located right now," Ari said.

"We could try to grab a sample before detonation, but with that much of it in one place, it could be too dangerous," Logan said. "We'd need as much information on the location as possible."

"Do we know if Xander was producing it at BioZen?" Ari asked.

That fucking place.

Beside him, Mack shuffled uncomfortably. Just the name sent chills down any informed vampire's spine. Not to mention a hybrid.

"I never saw it. But that doesn't mean it wasn't. There's a chance," Sage replied, glancing at Brooklyn in question.

The hell is she looking at her for?

They all knew it was impossible for vampires to penetrate the BioZen lab because of the tungsten steel used.

Brooklyn couldn't even lift a damn weight.

Logan frowned and kept watching the two women, something trying to force its way into his consciousness.

Something he'd missed.

"The breakthrough we had today indicates the antidote could work, but we need to test it," Sage continued. "I can't stress how early these results are, so please don't get excited. I just think we need to test it in a real-life situation."

"So put ourselves in the firing line?" Mack asked.

Ari glanced over at him. "No. We procure a sample and then test in a controlled situation."

"I'm busy both those days," Logan mumbled.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Brooklyn smile, then quickly look away. Damn her and her blushing cheeks. Her raven hair was up today, the waves brushing the tips of her ears and the pulse at her neck called to him.

Was it possible that she was ten times prettier today? Because to him, she was.

He'd thought of her every second since she darted from the training room. What that meant, Logan was reluctant to consider.

Maybe tomorrow.

Or maybe never...

"Logan, get a team together. Take one of the SLCs and—"

"I want to go," Mack said suddenly.

"You sure?" Ari asked.

"We're going to war. I need to be ready. I've been out in the field before. Plus, this deadly asshole will keep me alive." Mack slapped him on the shoulder.

Right, so apparently he was doing this.

Great. More of that crap in his system.

"For a fee." Logan smirked and slid his eyes from the hybrid over to Brooklyn.

Her expression was interesting. As if him being a protector, while being an assassin, was unfathomable. Or perhaps he was projecting.

Either way, she was trying to work him out.

He winked at her, and she quickly looked away.

Sage frowned at him in response.

"Fortunately, I have a discount on today." Logan grinned. "So you are in luck."

The king looked between Ari and him. "What did I miss?"

"Ignore him. It seems I attract smart-asses into my organization."

Brooklyn chuckled and glanced at the floor.

Keep up that submission, sweetheart and I will have to fuck you.

"Brooklyn can you show...maybe Mack what we need? Give them some sample bags to make sure the serum isn't contaminated," Sage said. "I'll be back there in a few hours."

What? Why not him? Okay fine, yes, he'd been terrorizing the human recently, but now they were... friends.

Finger fuck buddies?

Not that he was going to say either out loud.

"I'll go," Logan said instead.

He didn't like the idea of Mack being alone with Brooklyn. The male wouldn't hurt her, but he was too fucking charming for his liking.

"I think she's safer with me." Mack laughed. "Come on, honey."

The fuck?

His body stiffened, and before he realized what he was doing, Logan found his hand at his back inside his waistband. Reaching for his weapon.

Jesus.

Ari cleared his throat and with one look at the warrior and king, whose brow was lifted, Logan abruptly dropped his hand.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Brooklyn's bright shiny eyes smiled up at the hybrid and Logan grit his teeth. As they walked out, he followed, nodding at Vincent respectfully.

"I've finished for the day, but this shouldn't take long," Brooklyn said cheerfully.

"So, what do you do on your days off?" Mack asked, snaking his arm around her as a couple of warriors barreled through the corridor.

That was his job.

Get your fucking hands off her.

"Oi! Slow down." Logan grunted at the males and then sneered at the hybrid's hand.

Which was on her lower back.

No. Just fucking no.

Mack and Brooklyn turned, surprised to see him.

"Don't you need to get the team sorted?" Mack asked.

"No. Sage said this won't take long, then you can come with me," Logan snapped as Brooklyn stared at him with her lips parted.

Then swallowed.

And his mind immediately went to naughty places. Very naughty. Ones he was fighting to not act out.

Mack frowned as his phone rang. He lifted it to his ear, slowing his pace so Logan stepped into his place.

"Noah, what's up?" Mack greeted his caller, his voice blurring into the background.

"Hello," Logan purred down at his little mouse.

Jesus.

"Hello." Brooklyn shot him a confused look. "Everything okay?"

He nodded, unable to think of anything else to say.

Apart from, hey I've been rethinking my position and I think I might want to fuck you. Imagining the taste of your pussy is driving me insane.

So what do you think?

But that wasn't hallway conversation.

"Thanks for last night." She shoved her hands into her pockets.

"Did you say something to Sage?" Logan asked, wondering what Ari's mate knew.

"No, why?"

"She didn't want you near me." Logan shrugged.

"Well, you do keep threatening to kill me. Or eat me. Whatever. I am losing track." Brooklyn shook her head.

Eat her?

Yes, he most definitely wanted to do that.

The voice in his head reminding him she was human and should be actively protesting to get her out of the king's presence.

But eating her sweet pussy would be so much more enjoyable for them both.

Logan smirked. "If I ate you, sweetheart, you wouldn't forget."

Brooklyn gasped. "Logan. Quiet. Someone could hear you."

He threw his head back and laughed. "They're vampires, of course they can hear me."

"Dude. Calm down," Mack said behind them, and they both turned, thinking he was speaking to them. "Just, okay. Hang on, Noah. Logan..."

"What's up?"

"I need to deal with this. Wolf business. Call me when you are ready for me," Mack said, pointing to the phone. "Sorry, Brooklyn."

Oh, what a shame.

Bye bye, Mack.

"That's okay," she replied in her sweet feminine voice.

"No problem." Logan smiled down at Brooklyn, who was biting her lip.

Goddamn her.

His cock thickened, and he knew his control was about to snap.

When Mack disappeared, Logan scooped the pretty little human up with a fuck this and pushed open the next available door on their left.

"What are you doing?!" Brooklyn cried as he slammed the door behind them and pressed her up against the wall.

"I want, no, I need to taste you again." Logan palmed the wood above her head and stared down at her.

"Logan." She shook her head.

His other hand trailed along her shoulder, down the side of her arm, and then slid under her skirt as his mouth hovered near hers.

"For some damn unexplainable reason, I want to fuck you. Therefore, you must be a witch."

"Witches aren't real," she replied, her voice husky.

"But you are, and I bet if I slide my fingers under your panties again, you'll be wet and needy."

Brooklyn swallowed but didn't deny it.

"Tell me you haven't been horny as fuck, wanting my cock day." He groaned.

"Logan," she whispered.

"Tell me." His lips bumped hers as he spoke. "Tell me to touch you. To kiss you."

"I..." She shuddered. "It's just a hormonal reaction."

His lips stretched into a smile.

"What's the cure then, doc?" he asked, loving every second of this as his fingers slowly grazed across the softness of her thigh then found her lace. "Hurry, little mouse, or I might just take you."

"That would be rape."

He frowned and straightened, dropping his hand. "I would never rape a woman."

"But you would kill them." She snapped, glancing away.

"Yes, I kill bad people. Whether they are male or female. I do not rape them." Logan snapped back. "If that was how I worked, I would've had my cock deep inside you already."

Jesus.

Throttling her right now was becoming a temptation. How dare she think he'd take a woman—let alone need to—without consent?

Logan considered walking away, but her eyes lifted, locking with his.

"Yes, I want you, but I don't want to—"

"Is that a yes?" he asked, a brow raised.

"Yes, but..."

Why waste time? He was aching for this woman and had given her more than one opportunity to say no.

Logan slammed his mouth down on hers, pressed her into the wall, and took everything he'd been craving for days.

As Brooklyn moaned against his month, he shoved up her lab coat and dress and yanked off her panties.

Vamp speed.

"Fuck." He ground out as he shoved his fingers into her dripping wet core.

"Mmmphf, oh dear God," Brooklyn cried.

Keep praying, sweetheart. He was only getting started.

Logan fumbled with his pants, and his cock sprung out eagerly. The good news? No condom. He was a vampire and while you could impregnate a female, it was only if they were your mate.

Plus, no diseases.

Brooklyn knew all of this, of course, so he didn't bother with any unnecessary talking. He'd save his words for the dirty talk.

"Wrap your legs around me," Logan rasped, lifting her and lining up his member.

"In here? We are doing this here?" she gasped.

"Right fucking here," he said, pressing her against the wall as the crown of his thick cock slid in. "Jesus, fuck."

Wet heat rushed between them as their bodies connected and Brooklyn clawed at his shoulders.

"Logan, holy fuck," she cried, and those bright blue globes held his as he thrust in another few inches.

Then another.

"Don't hurt me," she panted.

"That's the last thing on my mind." Logan felt an overwhelming rush of protectiveness plow through him as he hit her wall.

Hurt her? No. He intended to watch her scream in pleasure. Too bad for everyone walking past. Zero cares.

"You're big," Brooklyn gasped, wriggling over him.

"Relax, your body will adjust." Logan grinned and slowly pulled back, only to thrust and completely fill her once more. Then his mouth dropped to hers, nipping at her as he gave her pussy a moment to adjust to his invasion.

Her eyes were full, glistening with excitement and highly aroused.

"I wish I could see your tits," he said, dropping his eyes to her covered chest. "Too bad, but now I need you to hang on and tighten that sweet pussy."

Slam.

"Logan!"

Slam.

"Oh, shit, shit, god." She murmured out her pleasure.

Slam, slam, slam.

"How is this so amazing? Fuck, I'm, oh god. Yes. More. Do that. Oh, fuck."

Logan grinned at her verbal expressions, loving how good he was making her feel. She wasn't alone. Her core was clenching him eagerly and an explosive high had fire lacing through his body as he worked his cock in and out of her.

How did this feel so incredible?

Given the time and place, Logan would have liked to lay this female out and run his tongue over every inch of her. Suckle on her nipples, bite her clit, lavishly slide through her folds.

Drink in her pleasure.

Then flip her over and fuck her hard and rough–at least as much as she could humanely take—until her voice was dry and raw from screaming his name.

Over and over.

Logan's body stiffened as his orgasm neared, readying to fill her. When she began to tremble, he knew she was too and tightened his hold with his thick muscular arms.

He was close and going to enjoy every second of his climax.

"Come." He growled out his order.

Lust-filled eyes locked with his and together their bodies exploded as they both fell over the cliff in pure ecstasy. Shuddering, he kept his eyes connected with Brooklyn's, an electric charge slicing through him with brutal pleasure.

What the hell was that?

His come shot from his cock and his eyes pressed closed, but he could still feel her. Feel her in a way he'd never felt another.

She must be a witch.

Or perhaps this was what it felt like to fuck a human.

Tiny fingers pressed into his shoulders as his hips slowed their movements. Not completely. He was still emptying into her. The fire blazed between them; a space he never wanted to leave.

Talk about a magic pussy.

Had he missed out all this time, not fucking a human? It had to be that.

The alternative, unthinkable.

No, it must be because he'd been obsessing over the self-imposed forbidden chemistry.

It's not...

Nope.

Do. Not. Go. There.

"Ohmygod. That was, that was, I think I'm still coming." Brooklyn cried softly against his shoulder.

"You like that?" He nudged her face with his nose so he could take her lips again. This time lazily and seductively.

"Yes," she responded, her eyes flittering contentedly when he released her mouth.

Well, fuck me and my heaving chest full of pride.

"Looks like I caught you, little mouse," Logan growled softly.

Now he wasn't sure he wanted to let her go.