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“It does seem like the polite thing to do,” Jill said, dropping her head back when he reached her chin so that the next brush of his lips was against hers.

They shouldn’t be doing this, Jill told herself, but even knowing that couldn’t stop her from moaning softly the nexttime that he brushed his lips against hers. Drinking his blood would be a bad idea. There was so much that he wasn’t telling her, she reminded herself when he moved his lips more firmly against hers.

She was smarter than this, Jill told herself when he deepened the kiss.

God, she knew better, she told herself when he used his lips to part hers and-

This was such a bad idea, Jill reminded herself when she felt his tongue slide against hers. This was…

Everything she needed.

She tentatively slid her tongue against his, earning an incredibly sexy groan as her fangs slid back down and couldn’t help but moan when several drops of something incredibly decadent touched her tongue as an intoxicating aroma teased her. It was so good, Jill thought as she moved her tongue over his only to moan loudly when she was rewarded with several more drops of-

His blood.

She’d nicked his tongue with her fang, Jill realized when several drops coated her tongue. It was nothing like the thick, metallic liquid that she forced herself to drink every day. It was so good, Jill thought, unable to resist running her tongue against his again only to moan when a soft, tingling sensation spread over her tongue and down her throat before spreading throughout her body, leaving a comforting warmth behind that settled in her belly.

Pleasure quickly followed, racing down her spine as she slid her tongue over his before gently suckling on it and tearing a growl from Logan as his hands fisted her dress that left her desperate for more. She continued suckling on his tongue until the nick healed and Logan pulled his tongue away only to wince when she felt a pinch on her tongue seconds later.

Before she could wonder about that, Logan was sliding his tongue back against hers and-

It was so good, Jill thought, unable to help but moan when his blood coated her tongue again. The pleasure…god, it was like nothing that she’d ever experienced before. She began gently suckling on his tongue again, unable to get enough. Logan moaned as he released his hold on her dress so that he could run his hands over her back, encouraging her to keep suckling.

She moved closer only to moan when the move caused her to settle on his lap and-

Moaned around his tongue when she felt the large, hard bulge between his legs pressing against her. After a slight hesitation, she shifted on Logan’s lap only to moan when another wave of pleasure tore through her. Curious, Jill shifted again, tearing a groan from Logan as she suckled on his tongue one last time before she pulled back and-

“Angel,”Logan groaned, taking her mouth in another hungry kiss as he grabbed hold of her hips and gently moved her over his lap.

God, it felt so good, Jill thought, pressing down against him, needing more, and nearly sighed with relief when she realized that she was finally-

“We found the tunnel.”

CHAPTER 35

“Wait in my office,” Logan told the shifter as he struggled to stay in control.

After a slight hesitation, he heard Gray leave the room while the woman who had no idea what she just did, searched his gaze and-

“Is it always like that?”

Clenching his jaw shut, Logan shook his head once while he sat there, unable to look away from her as he struggled to stay in control. Swallowing hard, Jill murmured, “That’s what I thought,” as she placed her hands over his and gently pushed, and after a slight hesitation, he forced himself to let her go.

Logan released a shaky breath and clenched his trembling hands into fists as he struggled against the urge to pull her back into his arms. Somehow, Logan forced himself to stay where he was while he watched her walk away, leaving him sitting there, trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

It had been more than eight hundred years since the last time that he’d kissed Elizabeth, but he knew that she’d never left him reeling like this. The few chaste kisses that she’d allowed him to steal over the years had always been pleasant, but they’d never left him feeling like he’d fucking die if he didn’t kiss her again.

“Shit,” Logan bit out, rubbing his hands roughly down his face before dropping them away and stood up only to wince when the move caused the most painful erection of his life to shift uncomfortably in his pants.

He needed…

Christ, he had no fucking idea what he needed, but he knew that if he didn’t walk away right now that he would lose his fucking mind. Releasing a shaky breath, Logan forced himself to head towards his office where he found Gray sitting at the table, looking lost in thought as he absently turned one of the tiny plastic teacups over in his hands.

“Where?” Logan asked, reaching over to pluck the small teacup out of the shifter’s hands and placed it back on the plastic tray as he sat down and nearly fucking groaned in relief when an ice-cold sensation suddenly enveloped him from head to toe, effectively killing his erection and making it easier to think straight.

“The old church,” Gray said on a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his chair.

Nodding absently, Logan thought that over as he straightened the small teacup. “That was fast,” he murmured.

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