CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

I love you.

"You love me?" He growled, tightening the grip on her face.

"Yes," Brooklyn whispered, shaking under his hand.

"What you have done can't be undone." His voice was dark and raspy. "Now your life is in danger."

Confusion bled into her eyes.

He knew why. She thought he was about to kill her. Which had been the plan until Sage had got in his damn ear.

He lifted her up by her face, and she scrambled to grip his T-shirt and steady herself.

"Not by me," Logan added.

Blink.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to claim you. Then I am going to protect you. Do you understand?" he growled.

Blink.

"Tell me you understand."

She nodded.

Then shook her head.

Logan tugged the towel away.

He had to bond with Brooklyn to keep her alive. To keep her safe. It was the only way.

The king—who seemed less concerned about the exposure than almost everyone—could not punish her if she was his mate. Not that he seemed inclined to, but he might.

As his mate, Brooklyn would have his and the senior warriors in the Moretti royal army's protection.

It was how they worked.

Though many of them were furious with what she'd done, they didn't believe she deserved to die. They seemed to understand her motivations.

He couldn't kill her. Not at the cost of his soul.

Nor did he want to live without her.

His hand snaked down her body, tweaking her nipples, and Brooklyn gasped.

"You belong to me." Logan ran his tongue over her parted lips as he kicked her legs apart.

She squeaked.

"This body is mine. Your heart is mine, and now your soul belongs to me." His fingers moved between her legs.

"You aren't going to kill me?" Brooklyn asked, as she trembled under his touch. "Oh, god."

His fingers pressed against her clit.

"What is happening?" she whimpered.

"You know exactly what's happening. Now lie down." He ordered, pushing her back against the bed. Her knees gave in. Then Logan lifted her farther up onto the mattress and spread her knees.

When his mouth took almost her whole pussy and sucked, she cried out.

Motherfucker, she tasted amazing.

Mine.

He pressed two fingers in and lapped at the juices that came pouring from her.

"Oh fuck," she cried, grabbing his head.

"This traitorous cunt is mine," he growled, biting and thrusting his digits in and out. Her trembling hips arched as he locked onto her clit and set his tongue to high speed.

"Jesus, Logan." Brooklyn's orgasm powered through her as he held her hips in place. Before she had time to come down, he climbed over her and lined his cock at her entrance.

"You have three seconds to choose me, if you truly love me. Or don't. The choice is yours," Logan said, realizing he couldn't just take her.

Not without her permission.

Though he was changing her.

But if she said no right now, he would snap her neck and make her death quick and painless.

No one would kill her.

Only him.

And he was really fucking hoping she said yes.

"I love you," Brooklyn said, her hands moving up his thick arms.

"If you remain human, you will die," Logan growled. "You're my mate. I fucking love you, Brooklyn. I will not stand back and allow that to happen. I'm claiming you to save you. Please understand that."

She gasped, her blue eyes exploding from her eye sockets in shock as the reality of what was happening here sunk in.

He thrust his cock inside her.

"We'll both have some forgiving to do after this." He ground out, the snug fit inside her pure ecstasy. "First, let's keep you alive."

The FBI agent next door wouldn't be a problem. Logan had had a little chat with him—aka reprogrammed his mind—so he wasn't interested at all in any noises he heard.

That would last for as long as he needed for her transition.

"Logan, no!" Brooklyn cried as his mouth descended to her neck.

"Mine," he growled, and his fangs pierced her skin.

She screamed.

As her blood poured into his system and his cock slammed into her, their bond clicked into place. His hips bucked as the electric charge raced down his spine.

"Fuck," Brooklyn's fingers dug into his skin, her words not matching her body's reaction.

Little by little, her energy waned as he took more and more blood. When his seed poured into her, she was almost limp.

Logan roared. His body throbbing with the fire of the mating bond now in place.

Safe.

She was safe.

And his.

Forever.

Sliding out, he lay down beside her and brushed the hair off her face.

"Mine. Forever," he said as her flickering eyes held his. "I promise to love and honor you forever, Brooklyn."

"Log..." she tried. "Need."

"You will have more pleasure soon, my love."

He reached down and rubbed her clit. She let out a mewl, and he smiled.

She was going to make a glorious vampire.

"Time to take my blood, mate," he said, slicing his wrist open and holding it to her mouth.

Brooklyn latched on immediately.

In return, he dipped his head and suckled on her nipple.

"Good girl," He licked the hard nub. "Take more and then you can suck my cock."

The next few hours would be blissful. Then she would fall into a transition coma for as long as her body needed.

When she woke, she would be powerful.

And then they would talk.

And forgive.