Eat her?
Yes, he most definitely wanted to do that.
The voice in his head reminding him she was human and should be actively protesting to get her out of the king’s presence.
But eating her sweet pussy would be so much more enjoyable for them both.
Logan smirked. “If I ate you, sweetheart, you wouldn’t forget.”
Brooklyn gasped. “Logan. Quiet. Someone could hear you.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “They’re vampires, of course they can hear me.”
“Dude. Calm down,” Mack said behind them, and they both turned, thinking he was speaking to them. “Just, okay. Hang on, Noah. Logan...”
“What’s up?”
“I need to deal with this. Wolf business. Call me when you are ready for me,” Mack said, pointing to the phone. “Sorry, Brooklyn.”
Oh, what a shame.
Bye bye, Mack.
“That’s okay,” she replied in her sweet feminine voice.
“No problem.” Logan smiled down at Brooklyn, who was biting her lip.
Goddamn her.
His cock thickened, and he knew his control was about to snap.
When Mack disappeared, Logan scooped the pretty little human up with a fuck this and pushed open the next available door on their left.
“What are you doing?!” Brooklyn cried as he slammed the door behind them and pressed her up against the wall.
“I want, no, I need to taste you again.” Logan palmed the wood above her head and stared down at her.
“Logan.” She shook her head.
His other hand trailed along her shoulder, down the side of her arm, and then slid under her skirt as his mouth hovered near hers.
“For some damn unexplainable reason, I want to fuck you. Therefore, you must be a witch.”
“Witches aren’t real,” she replied, her voice husky.
“But you are, and I bet if I slide my fingers under your panties again, you’ll be wet and needy.”
Brooklyn swallowed but didn’t deny it.
“Tell me you haven’t been horny as fuck, wanting my cock day.” He groaned.
“Logan,” she whispered.
“Tell me.” His lips bumped hers as he spoke. “Tell me to touch you. To kiss you.”
“I...” She shuddered. “It’s just a hormonal reaction.”
His lips stretched into a smile.