Page 48 of The Vampire's Storm

“Come for me, human. Come and then I will dig my fangs into your neck and bleed you out.”

Fuckkkk.

Pleasure roared through her body as she lifted her hips off the bed against her hand. Shuddering, she let it peak and then flopped back down.

“What the hell was that?” she groaned.

I need therapy.

Good lord, at least no one in the world would ever know about that little moment of insanity. She headed for the shower and then dressed for another night in the lab.

When Brooklyn stepped out of her room, she let out a little cry.

Logan was standing opposite her room, leaning on the wall, looking like some kind of Instagram fitness model in his black Moretti uniform. His arms crossed.

Please god tell me he can’t hear my thoughts or hear through the walls.

“What are you doing here?” Brooklyn asked warily.

“Escorting you to work,” Logan said, pushing away from the wall as she locked her door.

She turned and stared at him.

There were other vampires milling around, but not many. It was late afternoon, and most were still asleep. But the castle was never completely quiet.

Why on earth was he here?

She didn’t bother asking. He wouldn’t give her a straight answer, anyway.

Perhaps he just liked scaring her.

Perhaps all his flies had run out of wings.

Brooklyn was having trouble looking him in the eye because of what she’d just done. For all she knew, he had heard her.

If she could melt into the floor and disappear right now, she would.

“Don’t you ever sleep?” Brooklyn began to walk down the corridor.

“No, I’m immortal and prowl the halls, looking for weak little humans to munch on,” Logan answered with a touch of humor in his voice.

It wasn’t funny, though.

As much as she was attracted to him, she was also scared of him. It created a terrifying and thrilling spark between them that was almost, but not quite, addictive.

In truth, she loved the way his presence made her feel alive, aroused, and wanting. While also being aggravated by it and how he seemed to relish her discomfort.

“Stop being an asshole,” she replied, surprised by her own words.

Great, now he was going to snap her neck.

“Why? You love it,” Logan said, a step behind her.

“Stop. I do not. Why are you following me? You are not escorting me.” Brooklyn whipped her head around and sneered at him.

“Fine. I’m looking at your ass. It looks better in your jeans,” he said as she shot him an angry look.

But...he likes my ass?

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