173: Don’t ever stop

LOGAN

Every shred of self control I’d been holding onto was immediately thrown out the window when the addictive scent of her blood filled my nostrils.

I’d already been in a losing battle with my wolf and once she cut herself, my vampire side joined in and his craving for her blood propelled me into the bed before I could blink. I halted for a moment, trying to regain control of my willpower even though my eyes were trained on her neck.

“Come on, don’t fight it,” she bit her lower lip while smiling before tilting her neck towards me in invitation.

I lost it. My mind, body, and soul was hers to devour as I planned to do with hers.

The next second, I was digging my fangs into her skin, feeling like I’d ascended into a heavenly plane as her blood hit my tongue. The pleasure bursting through me was unreal, I felt rock hard in my pants and every muscle in my body was jumping for joy.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, sounding as alluring and enticing as a siren’s call.

That was all the encouragemen