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plasma bags as Deegan instructed
me.”
    “You need to
learn to feed from another person. I will teach you. Besides, my blood may help
with your healing process. As for the sex, I can find a willing male to stroke
you to completion or perhaps perform oral sex for your release.”
    “A—male.”
    “It is your
preference, is it not, lad? You were with a man when you were attacked.”
Logan’s brows knitted in confusion. Did she have the wrong end of the stick? He
did not seem happy at the prospect.
    Marcus dropped
the toast to the plate. “I want no one. Take this away.”
    He pushed the
tray off his lap.
    Logan’s eyebrows
rose. A very prominent erection pushed at the blankets.
    ****
    Marcus followed
Logan’s gaze. Damn it to hell, he was hard as stone and it wasn’t from the
suggestion she would get a male to suck his cock. He became hard the moment her
cool, gentle touch covered his back.
    His prick
throbbed in agony, but he wasn’t going to admit it to Nurse Ratched. Frankly,
he didn’t even know if he had the strength to jerk himself off.
    “I can take care
of that for you.”
    Okay, he just got
harder. Her offer sounded detached and clinical and should have shrunk his
hard-on, but it didn’t. The thoughts of her pale, feminine hand stroking his
prick had him near panting.
    “Thanks, but no
thanks.”
    Logan shrugged.
“I will leave it in your hand, so to speak.”
    He ignored her
pun. “How old are you, Logan?”
    “I suppose I’m
around thirty-five. My actual age, however, is eight hundred and seventy-one.”
    Marcus was
stunned. Jesus, she’s older than Deegan? “So you have lots of experience then, sexually speaking.”
    Her lips curved
into a knowing smile. “Aye, you could say that. I could be your jaguar.”
    What? What in hell ...
    “You mean
cougar?”
    She waved her arm
in dismissal. “I am not up on all this slang. Aye, cougar, whatever the term is
for an older woman and a younger man.”
    Marcus fought
back the laughter burbling in his throat. How shocking to realize it was the
first time he felt like laughing in weeks.
    “You had a couple
of suitcases in the hotel room. They are here now. Is there anything you
require? Reading material? Perhaps tomorrow we can set up a television and DVD
player in this room. Brennan has quite a selection of movies; however, his
tastes seem to lean toward the nautical. He has the Hornblower movies and The Sea Hawk with Errol Flynn...”
    “Who is this
Brennan, anyway?”
    “He has been with
Deegan since the early 1700s, served on Deegan’s ship, The Celtic Gale .”
    Deegan had a ship? “What was he, a pirate?”
    “Aye, Blackthorne
the Pirate. Deegan always loved the sea. Not surprised he settled here in 1785.
How can a Vampire be a pirate? Mostly night raids and he and his crew had been
quite feared. Vampire and man alike served under him. Perhaps someday Deegan
will regale you with his adventures. However, the man does not like to speak of
the past.” Logan grew quiet and reflective. “Aye, none of us much like to talk
of the past.” She picked up the tray and laid the mug of tea on the night
table.
    “I insist you
drink it all.”
    “What is it,
drugged?”
    “It is an herbal
tea with healing properties and if it helps you sleep and relax, all the
better. I will return later.”
    Logan closed the
door behind her, leaving an enticing scent of vanilla in the air. Marcus
reached under the blankets and fisted his throbbing shaft and began to stroke.
He moved his hand faster as his thoughts turned to sexual fantasy. For once his
thoughts were not filled with images of a naked Deegan or any other man. He
fantasized about Logan, her silver-blonde hair spread out over his thighs while
she sucked his cock with wild abandon. He bit his lip to stem the moans of
pleasure from escaping his mouth. He climaxed, his seed pumping out on his
thigh and the sheets. What a damned mess and Logan would know exactly what he’d
been up to. The release hardly made