Page 52 of The Vampire's Storm

The strategy was sound, and he was ready to go when they were.

Logan had been preparing to hit the sack himself when the perimeter was breached. It was probably a wild animal, but he found himself walking toward Brooklyn’s wing of the castle.

Then leaning against the wall outside her room, wondering what she was doing.

Was she sleeping?

Was she ringing a boyfriend and having phone sex?

Was her body thrumming from their earlier encounter like his had been and imaging what his cock felt like snug inside her wet channel?

If she was a vampire, Logan would be excited to be this ramped up about fucking a hot female. But oh no, apparently he was having an existential crisis just as a war was breaking out.

Great.

Nice timing, cock-a-doodle-doo.

So apparently he wanted to fuck this human and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Ignore it was one option

Then again, hate sex could be good.

If he could get past his complete disgust for her race.

Perhaps he needed to embrace this. Get her mouth around his cock and close his eyes as he shot his load.

Once.

Then with any luck she’d fuck up and prove herself to be a traitor so he could snap her pretty little....

Shit.

Could he really kill Brooklyn?

There was a strong tug growing inside him, demanding he protect this human.

Probably because she was important in the creation of this antidote.

What else could it be?

There was important work going on inside and it was his job to ensure it got done to protect the race. If Sage and Ari had sought this human out, perhaps she’d done remarkable things before and believed her to be important.

Logan needed to respect that.

And listen, if he ended up getting a seriously good blow job out of it, then it wasn’t all bad.

He was still keeping an eye on her sweet ass.

What a shame she wasn’t of his race, so he could let her loose and chase that pretty peach through the woods and fuck her up against a tree.

Those heart shaped lips, which loved to part in fear when he was around, would be wet and luscious against his.

I wonder what she tastes like.

Damn, he needed sleep, but as an assassin he was used to sitting for long hours. Waiting patiently for his prey.

Not with a semi in his pants, but still.