Page 157 of The Vampire's Storm

“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.

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