Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3)(87)

“I don’t care.”

“But we need…” U’s voice droned on.

How was he going to find her? Where would she—

“O.”

O glared across the interior of the truck, ready to explode. “What.”

U’s mouth did the fish thing for a moment. Opening. Closing. “Nothing.”

“That’s right. No more anything from your ass. Now get the hell out of my truck and get busy doing something other than yak at me.”

He hit the gas the second U’s boots hit the gravel. But he didn’t go far. He turned off onto the farmhouse’s lane and did some recon of his wife’s place.

No tracks in the fresh snow. No lights on. Deserted.

Goddamn those Betas.

O turned around and headed downtown. His eyes were dry from lack of sleep, but he wasn’t about to waste night hours on recharging. Fuck that.

Man… If he didn’t get to kill something tonight, he was going to go mad.





Chapter Thirty


Zsadist spent the day in the training facility. He worked the punching bag bare-knuckled. Lifted. Ran. Lifted some more. Practiced with his daggers. When he got back to the main house it was almost four, and he was ready to go out hunting.

The moment he set foot into the foyer, he stopped. Something was off.

He looked around the lobby. Glanced up to the second floor. Listened for weird sounds. When he sniffed the air, all he could smell was the breakfast that was being served in the dining room, and he went there, convinced something was wrong, but unable to tie down what it was. He found the Brothers seated and oddly quiet, though Mary and Beth were eating and talking with ease. Bella was nowhere to be seen.

He had little interest in food, but he headed for the empty seat next to Vishous anyway. As he sat down his body felt tight, and he knew it was from the heavy exercise he’d pulled during the day.

“Has that Explorer moved?” he asked his brother.

“Not up until I came here to eat. I’ll check it as soon as I get back, but don’t worry. The computer will track whatever route it takes even if I’m not there. We’ll be able to see the path.”

“You sure?”

Vishous sent him a dry look. “Yeah. I am. Designed the program myself.”

Z nodded, then put a hand under his chin and cracked his neck. Man, he was stiff.

A second later, Fritz came by with two shiny apples and a knife. After thanking the butler, Z went to work on one of the Granny Smiths. While peeling the thing, he rearranged his body in the chair. Shit…his legs felt funny, and so did his lower back. Maybe he’d pushed it too hard? He shifted in his seat again, then refocused on the apple, turning it around and around in his hand, keeping the blade tight to the white flesh. He was almost through when he realized he was crossing and uncrossing his legs under the table like a fricking Rockette.

He glanced at the other males. V was flipping the top of his lighter open and closed and tapping his foot. Rhage was massaging his shoulder. Now his upper arm. Now his right pectoral. Phury was pushing his coffee cup around in circles and chewing his lower lip and drumming his fingers. Wrath was rolling his head on his neck, left, right, back, forth, tense as a high-voltage line. Butch seemed twitchy, too.

None of them, not even Rhage, had eaten a thing.

But Mary and Beth were normal enough as they stood up to clear their plates. They started laughing and arguing with Fritz that they should help him bring out more coffee and fruit.

The females had just left the room when the first wave of energy pushed through the house. The invisible surge went straight to the thing between Zsadist’s legs, hardening it instantly. He stiffened and saw that the Brothers and Butch had all frozen, too, as if each one were wondering whether what he’d felt was right.

A moment later a second wave hit. The it in Z’s pants thickened up even more, quick as the curse that left his mouth.

“Holy shit,” someone said with a groan.

“This can’t be happening,” another growled.

The butler’s door swung open and Beth came in, a tray of cut fruit in her hands. “Mary’s bringing in more coffee—”

Wrath stood up so fast, his chair fell back and landed on the floor. He stalked over to Beth, whipped the tray out of her hands, and tossed it carelessly on the table. As cut strawberries and pieces of cantaloupe bounced off the silver and landed on the mahogany, Beth shot him a glare.

“Wrath, what the—”

He pulled her against his body, kissing her deep and hard, bending her back as if he were going to crawl up inside of her right in front of the Brotherhood. Without breaking their mouths apart, he picked her up by her waist and held her by the ass. Beth laughed softly and locked her legs around his hips. The king’s face was buried in his leelan’s neck as he strode out of the room.

Another surge reverberated through the house, rocking the male bodies in the room. Zsadist gripped the edge of the table, and he wasn’t the only one. Vishous’s knuckles were white with how hard he was holding on to the thing.

Bella…it must be Bella. Had to be. Bella had gone into her needing.

Havers had warned him, Z thought. When the doctor had done the internal exam on her, he’d said she’d seemed close to her fertile time.

Holy hell. A female in her need. In a house with six males.