Page 83 of The Vampire's Storm

Do I deserve this, Brad? To have my life cut short as you did? To be punished for my stupid curiosity? My selfishness?

“Do it. Take my blood,” Brooklyn cried, relinquishing her lifeforce to the powerful vampire. “Bite me.”

Sharp incisors dug into her skin.

She screamed as pleasure, unlike anything she’d ever imagined, exploded within her.

LOGAN LOWERED BROOKLYN into his arms, and they lay on the covers of her bed.

He had taken too much. Not on purpose.

He’d just struggled to stop.

Hell, the last thing he ever expected to do was drink the blood of a fucking human. He was a vampire only kind of guy. Gluten-free, but instead human-free, if you like.

Until now.

There was no way all humans tasted that good. Or surely most of his race would be walking around on a high.

That’s how he felt right now. The moment Brooklyn’s coppery blood hit his tongue, his cock had jerked inside her and his seed poured out in powerful streams.

Her complete compliance was a fucking aphrodisiac.

Now, lying in his arms, her eyelids fluttering while she slipped in and out of consciousness, he found himself lowering his mouth to hers.

“Wake, little mouse,” he rasped.

Her head fell against his chest, and he pulled her tighter against him. None of this was meant to happen, but after seeing her walk off with Mack, the need to fuck her and claim her as his was all-consuming.

To mark her.

Own her.

But not forever...that couldn’t happen. Not to him. Not with a human.

It was supposed to just be the once, in that side room.

But oh, no, he’d said he’d take her to dinner and get her cleaned up. So he teleported them back to her room. Then, oops, fell onto the bed and inside her pussy again.

And now he’d taken her blood.

Part of her was running through his veins.

Human blood merging with his.

His fang marks on her neck like a fucking signature on skin.

What was all that about her make-believe husband?

As he’d had his mouth on her, dominating the little human, Logan had a flash of reality seep in, imagining the day she would leave the castle.

Because she would.

And date.

And fuck other men.

Which had infuriated his inner predator as he owned the female body under him.

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