Page 82 of The Vampire's Storm

“Tell me what you dream about, Brooklyn Wade,” Logan suddenly asked. His voice a deep rasp.

“Dream?” She shuddered as her body reached the cliff’s edge.

“Yes. What fills your dreams at night? Do you dream of a silly human wedding? Two and a half kids and a big yard?”

Right now, she just wanted to feel him inside her again.

“No,” she replied to speed things along.

He was playing with her. Sex toy, he’d called her.

Brooklyn would be wise to remember he was a predator. Not a human. He had no respect for her and wasn’t going to fall in love with her.

He had conquered her.

Looks like I caught you, little mouse.

“Liar.” She heard the smile in his voice. “Tell me. Do you want to find yourself a husband after saving our race and creating this antidote?”

What?

“Will you tell him you fucked a vampire?” Logan slammed inside her.

Fuck! The sudden intrusion of his thick cock inside her was a surprise. Delicious like a drug.

She needed more and told him by pushing back against him.

“Naughty girl. Will you tell him I made you scream, and that you writhed around my thick, long cock unlike any male before?” He slammed in again, pushing her face against the wall.

What an ego Logan had.

But he wasn’t wrong.

“No,” she whimpered.

Slam.

“Will you tell him how you wish it was me every time he enters you, little mouse? How you wish it was my mouth on your lips. On your pussy. My fingers sliding inside your needy cunt?”

“Logan.”

Slam.

“How you fucked a killer and loved it,” he growled, gripping her around the neck and turning her so their eyes locked together.

“No,” Brooklyn moaned.

“Let me bite you.” He demanded in a dark growl as Brooklyn began to shudder, her core almost orgasming for the third time.

She tried to shake her head, but he held it firmly.

“Let me taste your blood,” he growled. “Let me make you feel better than you could ever dream.”

Every part of her was screaming no and yet as his hand tipped her neck and Logan's mouth clamped onto her, she didn’t want to say that one little word.

Perhaps this was how it ended.

A murderer taking the life of a murderer.

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