Page 156 of The Vampire's Storm

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.

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