CHAPTER THIRTY

L ogan's large palm slammed against the wood of the door, stopping it from closing.

Brooklyn gasped and took a step back.

Then another.

Dropping her bag, she tripped over it and went flying.

"Jesus." She heard before the room spun and she found herself up against Logan's chest much farther inside the room than she should be.

The door clicked closed.

"Let me go," she cried.

"Not what you said yesterday," he growled.

Brooklyn pushed at his chest, but what a waste of time that was. He was like a wall. A thick brick wall. Except the wall had an eight pack and sent heat racing through her body.

Her core ached despite her protests.

"Clearly, I was an idiot yesterday. Just leave me alone, Logan."

The vampire released her, and she collapsed on the bed below her. Before she could catch her breath he was leaning over her, forcing her onto her back and clutching at air.

"Logan," she rasped.

"Stop saying my name, human," he growled, his eyes blazing. "BioZen fucking scientist."

What?

"You are scaring me."

"Good," he growled again, but as she let more air into her lungs and focused on his face, Brooklyn saw the now familiar desire.

"What have I done?" she gasped. "Tell me."

"Don't speak," he said, clamping his hand around her chin. "Just don't fucking speak."

His mouth slammed down on hers as she let out a cry, her legs falling open as his body pressed in between them.

She felt his hard cock and needed him inside her.

Now.

If he left her wanting, she'd hate him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, but he pulled them away, pushing them onto the bed above her head.

The rejection stinging.

"Don't touch me," Logan growled, his hand sliding down her body, tugging off her sweatpants.

She should stop him. But dear god, she didn't want to.

The cool air hit her skin as he rid her of her sweatpants and panties, then unzipped her top.

"Logan, what is wrong?" Brooklyn pleaded with her eyes. "Talk to me."

"No. This is goodbye. You. Me. This isn't happening." He grunted. "But I'm fucking you one last time to get your out of my head."

She was in his head?

Two large fingers pressed inside her as he glowered down at her, her body arching and tits pushing up into his face. "Oh god."

Logan sucked on one of her nipples harshly as he palmed her breast. "Damn human."

"Please." She begged some more, needing all of him, and his hand slammed against her pussy as he worked her wetness from her core.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes." She moaned.

Whatever was wrong with him, they could talk after and resolve this. Surely.

He was being far rougher with her than in the past, and while it was hot as sin, she needed to feel those same feelings she had yesterday.

The connection.

The warmth and need from his desire.

But that wasn't going to happen, she realized, when Logan positioned his cock at her entrance. Then slammed inside her.

Glaring at her like she was his enemy, his palms slammed down on the covers beside her head, and he fucked her hard.

Thrust after thrust was cold and sharp.

"Keep your hands up there," he ordered, his eyes drifting to her breasts, then back to her face. "Take my cock. Fuck my cock, Brooklyn."

Her thighs wrapped around his solid hips, still covered in his black pants. Only his dick was bare.

Slam.

Slam.

"Stay alive," he growled as his flesh hit hers. "You hear me, human. You better stay the fuck alive tomorrow."

She nodded, confused.

He hated her but wanted her.

Tears threatened as Logan pounded into her, but the pleasure was still there, and she knew this was the last time. So she closed her eyes to enjoy the deliciousness of him inside her.

One last time. Like a cocaine addict.

Damn, I'm messed up.

"Fuck," Logan cried. "Fuck you for being a fucking human. Fuckkkk!"

Brooklyn clenched around him as his seed erupted from his cock; the only warmth she'd felt since he touched her.

Logan dropped his head as their bodies shuddered together in pleasure, no longer willing to look at her. Before he lifted it, she blinked back the tears that had no place in this relationship.

She wouldn't show him he'd hurt her.

Or that she cared.

Logan lifted his head, and she gasped.

His cock was still inside her as she got hit full on with all his hate, anger, and resentment.

"We are done." Logan growled.

Brooklyn nodded and Logan waited, as if expecting her to argue. But she didn't. She simply dragged her arms from their enforced position and lay them on the bed beside her, letting her legs drop away.

She didn't want him either, now. No one got to treat her like that and not explain.

Brooklyn wouldn't ask him why. It was obvious.

Fuck you for being a fucking human.

After what she was doing for his race and telling her he didn't care that she was human anymore. What a liar. What a cruel and horrible male he was.

"Get out," she said.

Logan slid out of her and climbed off the bed.

"Get out!" she screamed.

Logan seemed unaffected by her response as he ripped some tissues out of the box and wiped his cock. Then he tossed them into the trash can and tucked himself away.

Without looking, he picked up his bag and walked out.

Brooklyn waited thirty seconds, then rolled onto her side and burst into tears.

She had no one to blame. She'd wanted him to fuck her. Begged him, even. Her heart was hurting, but she didn't regret it. It might not have been a very nice goodbye. But at least they had one.

Once all her tears had fallen, Brooklyn climbed off the bed and found her bag. She unpacked a few things and then stepped under the shower.

It wasn't fair of him to put all the wrongs done by her race onto her. But then again, maybe she deserved it.

After all, she was a murderer. Brad's little face appeared before her, as it always did when guilt returned.

Life continued to punish her.

And she just had to take it.

Maybe tomorrow was the turning point. Then she could get on with her life.

And forget Logan Mathieson.

I DID NOT PLAN THAT .

Logan paced his room, feeling like a complete and utter fucking asshole.

He was.

He'd fucked Brooklyn like she was nothing more than a common whore. But his feelings for her were pushing up against his beliefs.

He hated the BioZen scientists.

He had to hate her.

Didn't he?

Get out!

So why were her pain-filled eyes haunting him and what was this crushing feeling in his chest?

Logan had a quick shower and changed then headed downstairs to meet the other warriors. It was better he stay focused and work than dwell on what he couldn't change.

Brooklyn didn't belong in his world.

Yet right now, she was deep in one of the most dangerous missions they'd ever done.

Logan had to pretend he didn't care. Had to ignore her pain coming through the bond that they'd formed. One that he was trying really fucking hard to pretend didn't exist.

Fuck.

I'm in love with her.