Lover Revealed (Black Dagger Brotherhood #4)(68)

Hell, look at Zsadist. So strong, so powerful. Females went for that kind of thing, not weaklings like John. And there was no mistaking it. No matter how big John’s body got, that’s what he would always be: a weakling, marked forever by what had been done to him.

He turned away and went to the dining room table, sitting down alone in the midst of all the china and silver and crystal and candles.

But alone was okay, he decided.

Alone was safe.





Chapter Twenty-one




While Fritz went upstairs to get Marissa, Butch waited in the library and thought about what a good guy the doggen was. When Butch had asked for a favor, the old man had been thrilled to take care of the request. Even though it had been an odd thing to ask.

When the smell of an ocean breeze drifted into the room, Butch’s body threw out an instantaneous and very noticeable response. As he turned around, he made sure his suit jacket was in place.

Oh, Christ, she was beautiful in that teal gown. “Hey, baby.”

“Hello, Butch.” Marissa’s voice was quiet, her hand unsure as she smoothed her hair. “You look…well.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Thanks to V’s healing palm.

There was a long silence. Then he said, “Is it okay if I greet you properly?”

When she nodded, he went over and took her hand. As he bent down and kissed her, her palm was cold as ice. Was she nervous? Or ill?

He frowned. “Marissa, you want to sit down for a minute before we go in to dinner?”

“Please.”

He led her over to a silk-covered couch and noticed that she was unsteady as she gathered the skirting of her gown and sat down with him.

He tilted her head around. “Talk to me.” When she didn’t speak right away, he pushed. “Marissa…you’ve got something on your mind, right?”

There was an awkward pause. “I don’t want you fighting with the Brotherhood.”

So that’s what it was. “Marissa, last night was unexpected. I don’t fight. Truly.”

“But V said if you were willing, they were going to use you.”

Whoa. News to him. Far as he knew, that thing the night before had been about testing his loyalty, not bringing him into the field as a regular gig. “Listen, the brothers have spent the last nine months keeping me out of fights. I’m not getting involved with the lessers. That’s not my deal.”

Her tension eased. “I just can’t bear the thought of you being hurt like before.”

“You don’t worry about that. The Brotherhood does their thing, it’s got little to do with me.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “You got anything else you want to talk about, baby?”

“I do have a question.”

“Ask me anything.”

“I don’t know where you live.”

“Here. I live here.” At her confusion, he nodded toward the library’s open doors. “Across the courtyard in the gatehouse. I live with V.”

“Oh—so where were you last night?”

“Right over there. But I stayed put.”

She frowned. Then blurted, “Do you have other females?”

As if anyone could measure up to her? “No! Why do you ask?”

“We haven’t layed together and you are a male with obvious…needs. Even now, your body has changed, hardening, growing big.”

Crap. He’d tried to hide the erection, he really had. “Marissa—”

“Surely you need to be eased regularly. Your body is phearsom.”

That didn’t sound good. “What?”

“Potent and powerful. Worthy of entering a female.”

Butch closed his eyes, thinking Mr. Worthy was really rising to the occasion now. “Marissa, there’s no one but you. No one. How could there be?”

“Males of my kind may take more than one mate. I don’t know if humans—”

“I don’t. Not with you. I can’t imagine myself with another woman. I mean, could you see yourself with someone else?”

In the hesitation that followed, a blast of cold shot up his spine, racing from his ass right into the base of his skull. And while he freaked, she fiddled with her extravagant skirt. Shit, she was flushing, too.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” she said.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marissa?”

“There is someone I’ve been…around.”

Butch’s brain started to misfire, like his neuropathways had just blown apart and there were no more roads left in his gray matter. “‘Around,’ as in how?”

“It’s not romantic, Butch. I swear. He’s a friend, but he is a male, and that’s why I’m letting you know.” She put her hand to his face. “You’re the one I want.”

Staring into her solemn eyes, he couldn’t doubt the truth in what she said. But shit, he felt like he’d been two-by-foured. Which was ridiculous and petty and…oh, God…he totally couldn’t handle her being with someone else—

Pull it together, O’Neal. Just yank your ass back to reality, buddy. Right now.

“Good,” he said. “I want to be the one for you. The only one.”