Buttercup (Spell Library #10) - Helen Scott Page 0,35

same moves on her that you did on me. I'm not a conquest, or a prize to be won. I'm a grown ass woman who has plenty to deal with as it is without you trying to play me."

Logan stopped walking, and when I turned around I saw him standing there with his mouth open like he was trying to catch flies or something. His eyes were wide as they studied me, and although I felt the same pull toward him as I did my other mates, I wasn't going to fall for it if he was just out here trying to repair the fractures in our...whatever it was we were doing, without changing his behavior. The idea that I'd have to walk away from him was physically painful, but I'd do it if I had to.

"I needed to feed," he said quietly, shame coating his voice as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "The other woman was just going to be my meal since I didn't want to feed on you while we were still getting to know each other."

I hadn't even thought about that option. Of course, I knew he was a vampire, and technically I knew he needed to feed off a human or at least bagged blood, but I'd never seen it in action before. "You fed off that woman?" I asked before I could stop myself.

He nodded. "I know how to make women feel special, which makes finding my next meal easier, but I swear on your unicorn cupcakes that I wasn't doing that to you. I am genuinely interested in you, Buttercup, and it's only increased over time, especially the last few days. That night when you came into Vee I was going to see if I could dance with you when the crowd thinned out a bit, but you left so quickly after you got there, I never got the chance."

"You were?" I took another sip of my drink, trying to calm my nerves and the anxiety floating around in my chest. Admittedly, caffeine wasn't the best for that, but the warmth of the drink and the familiar act of sipping on it through one of Jewels Cafe's take out cups helped a little.

"I was. Ever since that night I've felt a pull toward you. It's taken every ounce of willpower I have not to come and knock on your door and kiss the daylights out of you. Even standing here is like trying to stand against a hurricane. I want you Buttercup, always have, and not just for sex or food, both baked goods and otherwise, but because I love who you are as a person." Logan's mouth snapped shut as though he'd said more than he intended to.

"You love me?" I croaked.

Within two long strides he was in front of me, his hands cupping my face and those intense eyes of his staring down into mine like he could find the answers to all the questions in the universe within me.

"I do. If vampires had mates, I'm sure you'd be mine. Never in all my life, and my death, have I felt this way about anyone."

Before I had a chance to respond his lips were on mine, cold and hard, but in the best way. I didn't respond at first, but the urgency of his kiss did something to me, made something in me break, tore a wall within me down, and as I kissed Logan back I felt like I was finally at peace with my life.

I hadn't even realized that we were by the alley behind the store until Logan walked us back there, barely letting me up for air, and pushed me against the wall so he could ravish my mouth completely. My core became slick with need the longer he kissed me, and eventually I gave in and dropped what remained of my coffee and wrapped my arms around him.

His chilly body pressed against mine, making my nipples instantly harden against him, and everywhere his hands traveled over my body caused a line of goosebumps to follow. My mind filled with images of him fucking me and how his cock would feel inside me. Would it be as cold as the rest of him? What if I took him and Magnus to bed at the same time? The hot and cold sensations would be exquisite.

As soon as my other mates entered my brain, I broke the kiss. "There's something you should know," I