Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3)(92)

“Oh, Jesus!” he hollered.

Their bodies were slapping together and he was mostly blind and he was sweating all over her and the bonding scent was a screaming roar in his nose…. And then she called his name and seized up under him. Her core grabbed onto him in spasms that milked him until—Oh, shit, God, no—

On reflex he tried to pull out, but the orgasm tackled him from behind, shooting up his spine and nailing him in the back of the head just as he felt the release bullet out of his body into hers. And the damn thing didn’t stop. He came in great waves, pouring into her, filling her up. There was nothing he could do to stop the eruptions even though he knew what he was spilling into her.

When the last shudder left him, he lifted his head. Bella’s eyes were closed, her breathing even, the deep grooves in her face gone.

Her hands ran up his ribs and onto his shoulders, and she turned her face into his bicep with a sigh. The quiet in the room, in her body, was jarring. So was the fact that he’d ejaculated only because she’d made him feel…good.

Good? No, that didn’t go far enough. She’d made him feel…alive. Awakened.

Z touched her hair, spreading the dark waves across a creamy pillow. There had been no pain for him, for his body. Just pleasure. A miracle…

Except then he became aware of the wetness where they were joined.

The implications of what he’d done in her made him twitchy, and he couldn’t fight the compulsion to clean her up. He pulled out and quickly headed for the bathroom, where he grabbed a washcloth. When he returned to the bed, though, she’d started to undulate again, the need in her rising. He looked down at himself and watched the thing that hung from his groin grow hard and long in response.

“Zsadist…” she moaned. “It’s…back.”

He put the washcloth aside and mounted her again, but before he pushed into her he looked at her glassy eyes and had an attack of conscience. How whacked was it that he was greedy for more when the consequences were so ugly for her? Good God, he’d ejaculated into her, and the shit was all over her beautiful parts and the smooth skin of her thighs and—

“I can drug you,” he said. “I can make you feel no pain and you won’t have me inside you. I can help you without hurting you.”

He stared down at her, waiting for her answer, caught between her biology and his reality.





Chapter Thirty-one


Butch was a wired-out mess as he peeled off his coat and took a seat in the doctor’s waiting room.

Good thing night had just fallen and any vampire clientele had yet to show up. Some alone time was what he needed. At least until he pulled himself together.

Thing was, this happy little clinic was located in the basement of Havers’s mansion. Which meant Butch was now, at this very moment, in the same house as the guy’s sister. Yup…Marissa, the female vampire he wanted like no one else on the planet, was under the same roof he was.

Man, this obsession with her was a new and different nightmare. He’d never had a case of the sweats like this for a woman before, and he couldn’t say he recommended it. Nothing but a pain in the ass. And the chest.

Back in September, when he’d come to see her and she’d shut him down without even doing a face-to-face, he’d sworn he’d never bother her again. And he hadn’t. Technically. Those drive-bys he’d done since, those pathetic, sissy drive-bys where the Escalade somehow found itself going by this very house, those weren’t really bothering her. Because she didn’t know about them.

He was so pathetic. But as long as she had no idea how whipped he was, he could almost handle it. Which was why he was on edge tonight. He didn’t want to be caught hanging out in the clinic in case she thought he was after her. After all, a man had to have his pride. At least, as far as the outside world could see.

He checked his watch. A whopping thirteen minutes had passed. He figured this session with the shrink was an hour, so his Patek Philippe’s long hand had to take forty-seven more trips around before he could stuff the kid back in the car and bust on out of here.

“Would you like some coffee?” a female voice said.

He looked up. A nurse dressed in a white uniform was standing in front of him. She looked young, especially as she fiddled with one of her sleeves. She also seemed desperate to do something.

“Yeah, sure. Coffee’d be good.”

She smiled broadly, her fangs showing. “How do you like it?”

“Black. Black’s fine. Thanks.”

The whisper of her soft-soled shoes faded while she went down the corridor.

Butch unbuttoned his double-breasted jacket and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. The Valentino suit he’d put on before coming was one of his favorites. So was the Hermès tie around his neck. And the Gucci loafers on his feet.

If he got busted by Marissa, he’d figured he might as well look as good as he ever did.





“Do you want me to drug you?”

Bella focused on Zsadist’s face as he loomed above her. His black eyes were mere slits, and he had that beautiful flush of arousal on his stark cheekbones. He was heavy on top of her, and as the needing rose again she thought of him releasing inside of her. She’d felt a wondrous, cooling ease as soon as he’d started to come, the first relief she’d had since the symptoms of the needing had started a couple of hours ago.