Page 78 of The Vampire's Storm

“What’s the cure then, doc?” he asked, loving every second of this as his fingers slowly grazed across the softness of her thigh then found her lace. “Hurry, little mouse, or I might just take you.”

“That would be rape.”

He frowned and straightened, dropping his hand. “I would never rape a woman.”

“But you would kill them.” She snapped, glancing away.

“Yes, I kill bad people. Whether they are male or female. I do not rape them.” Logan snapped back. “If that was how I worked, I would’ve had my cock deep inside you already.”

Jesus.

Throttling her right now was becoming a temptation. How dare she think he’d take a woman—let alone need to—without consent?

Logan considered walking away, but her eyes lifted, locking with his.

“Yes, I want you, but I don’t want to—”

“Is that a yes?” he asked, a brow raised.

“Yes, but...”

Why waste time? He was aching for this woman and had given her more than one opportunity to say no.

Logan slammed his mouth down on hers, pressed her into the wall, and took everything he’d been craving for days.

As Brooklyn moaned against his month, he shoved up her lab coat and dress and yanked off her panties.

Vamp speed.

“Fuck.” He ground out as he shoved his fingers into her dripping wet core.

“Mmmphf, oh dear God,” Brooklyn cried.

Keep praying, sweetheart. He was only getting started.

Logan fumbled with his pants, and his cock sprung out eagerly. The good news? No condom. He was a vampire and while you could impregnate a female, it was only if they were your mate.

Plus, no diseases.

Brooklyn knew all of this, of course, so he didn’t bother with any unnecessary talking. He’d save his words for the dirty talk.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Logan rasped, lifting her and lining up his member.

“In here? We are doing this here?” she gasped.

“Right fucking here,” he said, pressing her against the wall as the crown of his thick cock slid in. “Jesus, fuck.”

Wet heat rushed between them as their bodies connected and Brooklyn clawed at his shoulders.

“Logan, holy fuck,” she cried, and those bright blue globes held his as he thrust in another few inches.

Then another.

“Don’t hurt me,” she panted.

“That’s the last thing on my mind.” Logan felt an overwhelming rush of protectiveness plow through him as he hit her wall.

Hurt her? No. He intended to watch her scream in pleasure. Too bad for everyone walking past. Zero cares.