Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3)(41)

He’d survived what had been done to him. Maybe so could she.

He turned around. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, Phury brought me food.”

A flicker of expression passed over his face, but it was gone so fast she couldn’t read it.

“Are you in pain?”

“Not particularly.”

He walked over to the bed and plumped up the pillows. Then he stood to one side, looking down at the floor.

“Get in.”

As she came forward she wanted to throw her arms around him, and he stiffened, as though he’d read her mind. God, she knew he didn’t like to be touched, had learned that the hard way. But she wanted to get close anyway.

Please look at me, she thought.

She was just about to ask him to when she noticed he had something around his throat.

“My necklace,” she breathed. “You’re wearing my necklace.”

She reached out to it, but he flinched away. With a quick movement he took off the fragile gold chain with its little diamonds and dropped the thing in her hand.

“Here. Take it back.”

She looked down. Diamonds by the Yard. By Tiffany. She’d worn it for years…her staple piece of jewelry. The thing had been so much a part of her, she’d always felt naked without it on. Now the fragile links seemed totally foreign to her.

It was warm, she thought, fingering a diamond. Warm from his skin.

“I want you to keep it,” she blurted.

“No.”

“But—”

“Enough with the talk. Get in or get out of here.”

She put the necklace into the pocket of the robe and glanced at him. His eyes were locked on the floor, and as he breathed his nipple rings caught the light.

Look at me, she thought.

Except he didn’t, so she got into the bed. When he leaned down she scootched over to make room for him, but all he did was pull the covers over her and then go back to the corner, to the pallet on the floor.

Bella stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then she grabbed a pillow, slid out of the bed, and went over to him.

“What are you doing?” His voice was high. Alarmed.

She dropped her pillow and lay down, easing onto the floor beside his big body. His scent was so much stronger now, smelling of evergreen and distilled male power. Seeking the heat of him, she inched closer until her forehead hit the back of his arm. He was so hard, like a stone wall, but he was warm, and her body relaxed. Next to him she was able to feel the weight of her own bones, the hard floor underneath her, the currents in the room as the heat came on. Through his presence, she connected to the world around her again.

More. Closer.

She pushed herself forward until she was flush against the side of him, from breast to heel.

He shifted away with a jerk, moving back until he hit the wall.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, pushing herself up to him again. “I need this from you. My body needs”—you—“something warm.”

Abruptly he leaped to his feet.

Oh, no. He was going to kick her out—

“Come on,” he said gruffly. “We’re going to the bed. I can’t stand the idea of you on the floor.”





Whoever said you couldn’t sell something twice had never met the Omega.

O rolled over onto his stomach and propped his body up on weak arms. The retching was easier like this. Gravity helped.

As he gagged, he remembered the first little deal he’d made with the father of all lessers. On the night of O’s induction into the Lessening Society, he’d traded his soul, along with his blood and heart, to become an immortal, sanctioned, supported killer.

And now he’d done another trade. Mr. X was no more. O was now the Fore-lesser.

Unfortunately, O was also now the Omega’s bitch.

He tried to lift his head. When he did the room spun, but he was too exhausted to bother getting more nauseated. Or maybe there was nothing left on the downside in that department.

The cabin. He was in Mr. X’s cabin. And going by the light, it was past dawn. As he blinked in the weak glow, he looked down at himself. He was naked. Marked with bruises. And he hated the taste in his mouth.

Shower. He needed a shower.

O dragged himself off the floor using a chair and the edge of the table. As he stood, his legs made him think of lava lamps for some insane reason. Probably because both were liquid inside.

His left knee gave out and he collapsed into the seat. While he wrapped his arms around himself, he decided the wash-off could wait.

Man…the world was new again, wasn’t it? And he’d learned so many things during the course of his promotion. Before his change in status, he hadn’t known the Fore-lesser was much more than just the leader of the slayers. In fact, the Omega was trapped on the other side and needed a conduit to get temporal. The number one lesser was the beacon the Omega used to find his way during the crossover. All the Fore-lesser had to do was open up the channel and make like a lighthouse.

And there were serious benes to being the lesser in charge. Benes that made that body-freeze technique Mr. X had used look like child’s play.

Mr. X…good old sensei. O laughed. However shitty he felt this morning, Mr. X felt worse. Guaranteed.

Things had gone so smoothly after that blade-in-the-chest routine. When O had landed at the Omega’s feet, he’d made his case for a regime change. He’d pointed out that the Society’s ranks were dropping in number, especially among Primes. The Brothers were getting stronger. The Blind King had ascended. Mr. X was not holding a strong front.