Page 53 of The Vampire's Storm

A sound caught his attention and a second later, the door to the lab opened.

Logan pushed away from the wall, dropping his foot, which had been hitched up with the rubber of his boot flat against the plaster.

“Fine. Either kill me or fuck me!” Brooklyn burst out.

The fuck?

“I’m sorry, what?” Logan asked, crowding her in the doorway. “And would you keep your damn voice down?” he grit out.

The last thing he wanted was fellow vampires thinking he was sleeping with the human.

“I can’t focus with you out here threatening me.” Brooklyn grumbled as he glared down at her.

Christ, she was short. Her neck was exposed, and her head appeared almost toppling off her shoulders as she stared up at him.

I like it.

His eyes roamed her neck, her pulse throbbing as his mouth watered. Logan felt his cock thicken inside his fatigues.

Fuck.

“Get inside.” He growled, gripping her hip and stepping her back as the door closed behind them.

He kept her close, taking in her reaction to him manhandling her—her submissive reaction—as a mix of fear and heat blazed within her blue globes.

“But please don’t kill me,” Brooklyn whispered.

“What should I do instead?” he rasped.

She swallowed loudly, and Logan suppressed his groan.

Goddamn, she was sexy.

He forced himself to not smile as she searched his face for information.

“Answer me,” he growled, leaning down. “If you want to live, then what should we do?”

More swallowing.

“What...um, what would you like me to do?” she asked in a husky whisper.

Holy fucking hell.

He was hard as a fucking rock. Her fear was intoxicating, but he wasn’t a monster. Hating all humans was one thing. Taunting her, another.

Harming her...not going to happen.

Seducing her and terrifying her into fucking him? It was totally fucked up, but here they were, both of them panting and aroused. It was so fucked up, but Jesus, he was ready to rip out his cock and slam it down her throat.

Instead, he slowly cupped her face and roughly rubbed his thumb over her lips, crushing them as wet eyes full of need pleaded with him.

Christ, she wants me to fuck her.

“What do I want? I want you to sink to your knees and take out my cock. Then I want you to wrap these pink lips around it and suck me down your throat.”

“Oh, God.” Brooklyn whimpered as precum leaked from his crown.

He couldn’t stop.

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