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Lover Awakened tbdb-3

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by J. R. Ward


  And then the male came forward. Phury braced himself for… God, he had no idea what was coming at him.

  When Z's hand lifted, it was not in anger or with violence. And as Phury felt his twin's palm land lightly on his face, he couldn't remember the last time Z had touched him with any gentleness. Or touched him at all.

  Zsadist's voice was low and quiet as his thumb went back and forth on an unmarred cheek.

  "You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You'll take care of her. I want you to take care of her." Zsadist dropped his hand. "It will be a good mating for her. With you as her hellren, she can hold her head up high. She can be proud to be seen with you at her side. She'll be socially invincible. The glymera won't be able to touch her."

  Temptation swirled and condensed and became instinct in Phury. But what about his twin?

  "Oh, God… Z. How could you stomach the idea that I was with her?"

  Instantly all the softness was gone. "Whether it's you or someone else, the pain is the same. Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting?" Z's lips curled into a nasty little smile. "For me, it's home sweet home, my brother."

  Phury thought of Bella and how she'd refused his vein. "But don't you think she gets a vote in all this?"

  "She'll see the light. She's not stupid. Not by a long shot." Z turned away and started walking. Then he stopped. Without looking back he said, "There's another reason I want you to have her."

  "Is this one going to make sense?"

  "You should be happy." Phury stopped breathing while Zsadist murmured, "You live less than half a life. You always have. She would care for you, and that… that would be good. I would like that for you."

  Before Phury could say something, Z cut him off. "Do you remember back in that cave… after you got me out? You know, that day we sat together waiting for the sun to go down?"

  "Yes," he whispered, measuring his twin's back.

  "That place smelled like hell, didn't it? Do you remember that? The fish?"

  "I remember everything."

  "You know, I can still picture you against the cave wall, your hair all matted, your clothes wet and stained with blood. You looked like shit." Z laughed in a short burst. "I looked worse, I'm sure. Anyway… you said you would ease me, if you could."

  "I did."

  There was a long silence. Then a cold blast came out of Z's body, and he looked over his shoulder. His black eyes were glacial, his face dark as hell's groundless shadows.

  "I'm past being eased. Ever. But sure as shit there's hope for you. So you take that female you want so badly. Take her and talk some sense into her. I'd throw her out of my room if I could, but she just won't leave."

  Z strode away, his shitkickers pounding into the ground.

  Hours later Bella was walking around the mansion. She'd passed some of the night with Beth and Mary, and their friendship had been appreciated. But now all was quiet, because the Brothers and everyone else had gone to bed. It was only her and Boo roaming the halls as the day passed, the cat at her side as if he knew she needed company.

  God, she was exhausted, so tired she could barely stand up, and she was achy, too. Trouble was, there was a restlessness that animated her body; her internal engine refused to go into idle.

  As a flush went through her, like someone had put a hair dryer to every inch of her skin, she figured she must be getting sick, although she didn't know how. She'd been with the lessers for six weeks, and it wasn't as if she could pick up a virus from them. And none of the Brothers or their she Hans were ill. Maybe it was just emotional.

  Yeah, you think?

  She went around a corner and paused, realizing she'd found her way back to the statue corridor. She wondered if Zsadist was in the room now.

  And was disappointed when she opened the door and he wasn't.

  That male was like an addiction, she realized. Not good for her, but not something she could let go of.

  "Time for bed, Boo."

  The cat gave her a meow, as if he were relinquishing his escort duties, and then trotted off down the hall, silent as falling snow and just as graceful.

  Bella shut the door just as another hot flash tackled her. Yanking off her fleece she went over to open a window, but of course the shutters were down: It was two in the afternoon. Desperate to cool off, she headed for the shower and stood under the cold water for God only knew how long. She felt even worse when she got out, her skin prickly, her head heavy.

  Wrapping a towel around herself, she went to the bed and rearranged the messy covers. Before she got in she eyed the phone and thought she should call her brother. They needed to meet face-to-face, and they needed to do it soon, because Wrath's grace period wasn't going to last for long. And as Rehv never slept, he would be up.

  Except, as another rolling wave of heat went through her, she knew she could not deal with her brother now. She'd wait until nightfall, after she got some rest. When the sun went down she would call Rehvenge and meet him somewhere neutral and public. And she would persuade him to cut the crap.

  She sat down on the mattress edge and felt an odd pressure between her legs.

  The sex with Zsadist, she thought. It had been so long since she'd taken a male inside. And her only other lover hadn't been built like that. Hadn't moved like that.

  Images of Zsadist poised over her, his face tight and dark, his body straining and hard, sent a reverberation through her that left her trembling. In a rush, a sharp sensation speared her core exactly as if he were penetrating her again, a combination of honey and acid flooding her veins.

  She frowned, dropped the towel, and looked down at her body. Her breasts seemed much larger than normal, the tips a deeper pink. Remnants of Zsadist's mouth? Absolutely.

  With a curse, she lay down and pulled a sheet over herself. More heat boiled in her body, and she rolled over onto her stomach. Scissored her legs apart. Tried to cool herself down. The aching just seemed to get sharper, though.

  As the snow started falling in earnest and the afternoon light began to fade a little, O drove his truck south on Route 22. When he got to the right spot he pulled over and looked at U.

  "The Explorer is a hundred yards straight back from here. Get it the hell out of those woods. Then start buying those supplies we need and nail down those delivery dates. I want those apples tracked and I want that arsenic ready."

  "Fine." U undipped the seat belt. "But, listen, you need to address the Society. It's customary for the Fore-lesser—"

  "Whatever."

  O looked out the windshield, watching the wipers flip the snowflakes around. Now that he had U all over this solstice festival bullshit, he was back to racking his brain for answers to his main problem: How the hell was he going to find his wife now?

  "But the Fore-lesser always addresses the membership when he first takes over."

  Christ, U's voice was beginning to really bug the shit out of him. And so was the guy's by-the-book mentality.

  "O, you need to—"

  "Shut the fuck up, man. I'm not interested in meetings."

  "Okay." U drew the word out, his disapproval obvious. "So where do you want the squadrons?"

  "Where do you think? Downtown."

  "If they find civilians between fights with the Brothers, do you want the teams to go for captives or just kills? And are we going to build another persuasion center?"

  "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 30

  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.

  It was only a matter of time before the Brothers got raw from their sexual instincts. And the danger to everyone became very real.

  When Mary walked through the butler's door, Rhage went after her like a tank, tearing the coffeepot out of her hand and pitching it on the sideboard so it skidded and sloshed. He pushed her up against the wall and covered her with his body, his head dropping down, his erotic purring so loud it made the crystal on the chandelier tinkle. Mary's shocked gasp was followed by a very feminine sigh.

  Rhage had her up in his arms and out of the room in a flash.

  Butch looked down at his lap and then up at the rest of them. "Listen, I don't mean to get nasty, but is everyone else… ah…"

  "Yes," V said through tight lips.

  "You want to tell me what the hell is happening here?"

  "Bella's gone into her needing," V said, throwing down his napkin. "Christ. How long before nightfall?"

  Phury checked his watch. "Almost two hours."

  "We'll be a mess by then. Tell me you have some red smoke."

  "Yeah, plenty."

  "Butch, do yourself a favor and get off the property fast. The Pit is not going to be far enough away from her. I didn't think humans would respond, but since you are, you'd better go before you get sucked in."

  Another assault hit them, and Z collapsed back against the chair, his hips surging involuntarily. He heard the groans of the others and realized they were in deep shit. No matter how civilized they pretended to be, males couldn't help but respond to a female in her fertile time, and their sexual urges would increase as the needing progressed and strengthened.

  If it weren't daylight they could have saved themselves by getting away. But they were trapped in the compound, and by the time it was dark enough for them to get out, it would be too late. After prolonged exposure, males would instinctually resist leaving the female's vicinity. No matter what their brains told them, their bodies would fight the call to get away, and if they did depart from her, they would suffer withdrawal pangs that were worse than their cravings. Wrath and Rhage had outlets for their response, but the rest of the Brothers were in trouble. Their only hope was to numb themselves out.

  And Bella… Oh, God… She was going to hurt more than all of them combined.

  V rose from the table, steadying himself on the back of his chair. "Come on, Phury. We need to start smoking up. Now. Z, you're going to her, right?"

  Zsadist shut his eyes.

  "Z? Z, you're going to serve her—right?"

  John looked up from the kitchen table as the phone rang. Sal and Regin, the family's doggen, were out getting groceries. He picked up the call.

  "John, that you?" It was Tohr on the downstairs line.

  John whistled and took another bite of his white rice and ginger sauce.

  "Listen, school's canceled for today. I'm calling all the families now."

  John lowered his fork and whistled an ascending note.

  "There's a… complication at the compound. But we should be back on tomorrow or the night after. We'll see how things go. In light of this, we've moved up your appointment at Havers's. Butch is going to come get you right now, okay?"

  John whistled twice, in little short puffs.

  "Good… he's a human, but he's cool. I trust him." The doorbell rang. "Th
at's probably him—yeah, that's Butch. I can see him on the video monitor. Listen, John… about this therapist business. If it creeps you out, you don't have to go back, okay? I won't let anyone make you."

  John sighed into the phone and thought. Thank you.

  Tohr laughed softly. "Yeah, I'm not much for the emotive crap either—Ouch! Wellsie, what the hell?"

  There was a rapid conversation in the Old Language.

  "Anyway," Tohr said into the phone. "You text-message me when it's done, okay?"

  John whistled twice, hung up, and put his dish and fork into the washer.

  Therapist… training… Neither one was something to look forward to, but all things being equal, he'd take whatever shrink he was going to see over Lash any day. Hell, at least the appointment with the doc wouldn't last more than sixty minutes. Lash he had to deal with for hours.

  On the way out he picked up his jacket and his notebook. As he opened the door the big human on the front stoop smiled down at him.

  "Hey, J-man. I'm Butch. Butch O'Neal. Your taxi."

  Whoa. This Butch O'Neal was… well, the man was dressed like a GQ model, for one thing. Under a black cashmere coat he had on a fancy pin-striped suit, an awesome red tie, a bright white shirt. His dark hair was pushed off his forehead in a casual, finger-brushed way that totally rocked out.

  And his shoes… wow. Gucci, really Gucci… black leather, red-and-green band, shiny gold stuff.

  Funny, he wasn't handsome, not in a Mr. Perfect kind of way, at least. The guy had a nose that had clearly been busted once or three times, and his hazel eyes were too shrewd and too exhausted to be classified as attractive. But he was like a cocked gun: He had a steely intelligence and a dangerous power about him that you respected. Because the combination was a flat-out killer, literally.

  "John? We cool here?"

  John whistled and stuck out his hand. They shook and Butch smiled again.

  "So you good to go?" the man asked a little more gently. Like he'd been told John had to go back to Havers's to "talk to someone."

  God… Was everyone going to know?

  While John shut the door, he imagined the guys in his training class finding out, and wanted to throw up.

 

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