CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

" Y ou don't have to take me out for dinner. We had sex. That's all," Brooklyn said as she opened her closet door.

"Maybe I want to fuck you again." Logan came up behind her and dragged his mouth down her neck.

She'd just fucked a vampire. Brooklyn wasn't sure how she felt about that—aside from completely and utterly sated.

My god it was the most incredible sex she'd ever had. His power, holding her on his cock the entire time, had her so wet and aroused she thought she was going to die from coming so hard.

But still.

Logan was a vampire. And a killer. A paid killer.

Was she in any position to judge?

And did it matter? It wasn't like she was going to take him home to meet her parents and be all like, so this is Logan. He's in body displacement services.

Why had he slept with her, anyway?

Brooklyn tried to ignore the feeling of his mouth on his neck as she looked for something to wear.

Didn't he hate humans?

She knew why she'd given in. Since meeting him, she'd been obsessed with the gorgeous man. Every inch of him was gorgeous. His dark, chiseled face. His thick, slightly curly hair. His ripped body and roped forearms. Even his perfect tush she'd watched whenever he walked away.

And how was it possible to be so attracted to calf muscles?

Every inch.

Now she was also very much in awe of his long thick cock he'd had inside her.

She wanted to do it a million more times and if Logan wanted to, Brooklyn was not going to say no.

It was different with a vampire and yet not. She could feel the power under his skin in the way he held her and manhandled her.

But there had also been an intenseness between them she'd never experienced before in her life. The moment their bodies connected, it was like an appliance fired up. Like part of her had been claimed and now belonged to him.

That feeling hadn't gone away.

She sensed it was probably the better phrase. One a scientist would normally never use.

Turning, holding the towel around her, Brooklyn tipped her head. "Look, if you just want to fuck again, I'm happy to forget dinner. That is, if you can get it up again."

Bad move.

Next minute she was on the bed with an enormous vampire on top of her.

"You want to know if I can get it up again already, sweetheart?" Logan growled playfully, grinning.

No.

Yes.

God, yes.

Wait, where did my towel go?

"Finally," he said, reaching down and sucking on her nipple.

"Oh god." She clung to his head. But he didn't stay there for long. Logan weaved his way down her body and lifted her thighs so that she was baring all of herself to him.

"Jesus, you are fucking gorgeous," he rasped, running his tongue over her pussy.

"Logan. Oh god," she cried, arching into his mouth. Again and again he worked her, lapped her and sucked her flesh until another orgasm ripped from her.

Before she had time to recover, Logan lifted her onto her knees.

"Arms on the wall," he growled, his tongue sliding up her neck.

She did as he told her and felt her knees widen. Then his large solid body was flush against hers, his hands on her breasts.

"This body," he drawled, almost as if talking to himself. "So soft. So vulnerable."

Brooklyn shuddered.

All his threatening words flying back into her memory, and instead of being as terrified as she should, all she felt was intense arousal. She wanted this male to completely dominate her.

The absolute submission was the most sexually pleasuring feel she'd ever experienced.

By a mile.

"Please," she begged.

"You want my cock again? Is that's what you need, little mouse?"

"Yes." Brooklyn moaned. "Yes."

"What a fun little sex toy you are," he growled, a sharp feeling at her neck shocking her.

"Don't."

"Don't what, mouse?" Logan purred.

"Please don't bite me."

Becoming a vampire, from what she had learned, was not as simple as a bite to the neck. But it was the beginning.

Logan had no respect for humans—nor life, being an assassin—so Brooklyn had to keep her wits about her. Even in the throes of the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt.

"You think you could stop me?" he asked, one hand sliding down to her clit and rubbing.

They both knew she couldn't.

"Tell me what you dream about, Brooklyn Wade," Logan suddenly asked. His voice a deep rasp.

"Dream?" She shuddered as her body reached the cliff's edge.

"Yes. What fills your dreams at night? Do you dream of a silly human wedding? Two and a half kids and a big yard?"

Right now, she just wanted to feel him inside her again.

"No," she replied to speed things along.

He was playing with her. Sex toy, he'd called her.

Brooklyn would be wise to remember he was a predator. Not a human. He had no respect for her and wasn't going to fall in love with her.

He had conquered her.

Looks like I caught you, little mouse.

"Liar." She heard the smile in his voice. "Tell me. Do you want to find yourself a husband after saving our race and creating this antidote?"

What?

"Will you tell him you fucked a vampire?" Logan slammed inside her.

Fuck! The sudden intrusion of his thick cock inside her was a surprise. Delicious like a drug.

She needed more and told him by pushing back against him.

"Naughty girl. Will you tell him I made you scream, and that you writhed around my thick, long cock unlike any male before?" He slammed in again, pushing her face against the wall.

What an ego Logan had.

But he wasn't wrong.

"No," she whimpered.

Slam.

"Will you tell him how you wish it was me every time he enters you, little mouse? How you wish it was my mouth on your lips. On your pussy. My fingers sliding inside your needy cunt?"

"Logan."

Slam.

"How you fucked a killer and loved it," he growled, gripping her around the neck and turning her so their eyes locked together.

"No," Brooklyn moaned.

"Let me bite you." He demanded in a dark growl as Brooklyn began to shudder, her core almost orgasming for the third time.

She tried to shake her head, but he held it firmly.

"Let me taste your blood," he growled. "Let me make you feel better than you could ever dream."

Every part of her was screaming no and yet as his hand tipped her neck and Logan's mouth clamped onto her, she didn't want to say that one little word.

Perhaps this was how it ended.

A murderer taking the life of a murderer.

Do I deserve this, Brad? To have my life cut short as you did? To be punished for my stupid curiosity? My selfishness?

"Do it. Take my blood," Brooklyn cried, relinquishing her lifeforce to the powerful vampire. "Bite me."

Sharp incisors dug into her skin.

She screamed as pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever imagined, exploded within her.

LOGAN LOWERED brOOKLYN into his arms, and they lay on the covers of her bed.

He had taken too much. Not on purpose.

He'd just struggled to stop.

Hell, the last thing he ever expected to do was drink the blood of a fucking human. He was a vampire only kind of guy. Gluten-free, but instead human-free, if you like.

Until now.

There was no way all humans tasted that good. Or surely most of his race would be walking around on a high.

That's how he felt right now. The moment Brooklyn's coppery blood hit his tongue, his cock had jerked inside her and his seed poured out in powerful streams.

Her complete compliance was a fucking aphrodisiac.

Now, lying in his arms, her eyelids fluttering while she slipped in and out of consciousness, he found himself lowering his mouth to hers.

"Wake, little mouse," he rasped.

Her head fell against his chest, and he pulled her tighter against him. None of this was meant to happen, but after seeing her walk off with Mack, the need to fuck her and claim her as his was all-consuming.

To mark her.

Own her.

But not forever...that couldn't happen. Not to him. Not with a human.

It was supposed to just be the once, in that side room.

But oh, no, he'd said he'd take her to dinner and get her cleaned up. So he teleported them back to her room. Then, oops, fell onto the bed and inside her pussy again.

And now he'd taken her blood.

Part of her was running through his veins.

Human blood merging with his.

His fang marks on her neck like a fucking signature on skin.

What was all that about her make-believe husband?

As he'd had his mouth on her, dominating the little human, Logan had a flash of reality seep in, imagining the day she would leave the castle.

Because she would.

And date.

And fuck other men.

Which had infuriated his inner predator as he owned the female body under him.

His fingers followed over the curve of her hip and down to the space between her legs, not ready to give up this moment.

I'm fucking addicted.

He dipped his fingers into her flesh, then brought them to his mouth. Mixed with her blood, he sucked on his digits and swallowed.

His eyes closed as he purred out a moan, relishing her tangy flavors.

I want her.

I want this human.

She is mine.

Dipping his fingers inside her again, Logan ran them over her nipple and watched Brooklyn's body react, even while half unconscious.

She would soon wake.

Given the choice, Logan would stay here all night and play, bringing her to orgasm, taking her, savoring her.

Or he could take her memories.

Brooklyn didn't need to know this had happened. It would be better for her if she didn't. After a few more reflective moments, while brushing her raven hair from her face, Logan decided against the idea.

For purely selfish reasons.

He wanted to do this again. A few more fucking times, if he was honest.

He cupped her face.

"You are mine, little mouse." Logan spoke quietly. "Until you leave us, you belong to me."

Because she would eventually leave, and he would let her.

There was no other choice.

He couldn't claim a human mate.

Even if she was...she couldn't be.

Waiting until he was sure her breathing and heart rate were steady, Logan climbed off the bed and pulled the covers over her.

He had work to do.

Kissing her forehead, he straightened. "Sleep, Brooklyn. I will return and we can do all of that again."

What a motivation for getting shot with more of those fucking serum darts.

Get the job done, then get his cock back inside his little human.