The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4

by J. R. Ward

  Mary rubbed Rhage’s back while looking at the woman. “Thank you.”

  “You are so very welcome.”

  “Will you come again when he needs you?”

  “The two of you would want me? Me, specifically?”

  Mary steeled herself against the woman’s thrill. “Yes, I, ah, I think we would.”

  Layla absolutely glowed, her eyes alive with happiness.

  “Mistress, it would be my honor.” She bowed. “He knows how to summon me. Call upon me at any time.”

  The woman left the room with a spring in her step.

  As the door shut, Mary bent down and kissed Rhage’s shoulder. He stirred. Lifted his head a little. Then he rubbed his mouth with his palm, as if he didn’t want her to see any blood that might be on him.

  When he looked up at her, his eyelids were low, his bright teal gaze a little fuzzy.

  “Hi,” she said, stroking his hair back.

  He smiled that special smile of his, the one that made him look like an angel. “Hi.”

  She touched his lower lip with her thumb. “Did she taste good?” When he hesitated, she said, “Be honest with me.”

  “She did. But I would rather it have been you, and I thought of you the entire time. I imagined it was you.”

  Mary leaned down and licked his mouth. As his eyes flared in surprise, she slid her tongue inside of him and caught a hint of the lingering flavor, a sweet red wine.

  “Good,” she murmured against his lips. “I want you to think of me when you do that.”

  He put his hands on the sides of her neck, his thumbs right over her veins. “Always.”

  His mouth found hers and she grabbed onto his shoulders, urging him closer. As he pulled up the bottom of her sweater, she lifted her arms so he could get it off her and then let herself fall back on the bed. He took off her pants and her panties and then did away with his own clothes.

  He loomed over her, picking her up with one arm and putting her farther back on the bed. His thigh came between her legs and then his body pressed hers into the mattress, that heavy arousal running up the very center of her. She undulated against him, stroking herself, stroking him.

  His mouth moved urgently as they kissed, but he entered her slowly, parting her gently, stretching her, joining them together. He was thick and hard and heavenly and he moved languidly, deeply. That delicious dark scent came out of his skin, saturating her.

  “I will have no other,” he said against her throat. “I will take none but you.”

  Mary wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to have him so far inside that he could stay with her forever.

  John followed Tohrment through the house. There were a lot of rooms, and all the furniture and decorations were really nice, really old. He paused by a painting of a mountain scene. A little brass nameplate on the gilt frame read Frederic Church. He wondered who that was and decided the guy was awfully good at what he did.

  Down at the end of a hallway, Tohrment opened a door and turned on a light. “I put your suitcase in here already.”

  John walked inside. The walls and ceiling were painted dark blue and there was a big bed with a sleek headboard and lots of fat pillows. There was also a desk and a bureau. And a set of sliding glass doors that opened onto a terrace.

  “Bathroom’s through here.” Tohrment turned on another light.

  John put his head in and saw a whole lot of dark blue marble. The shower was glassed in and…wow, there were four heads for the water to come out.

  “If you need anything Wellsie is here, and I’ll be back around four A.M. We go downstairs about that time every night. If you need us during the day, just pick up any phone and dial pound one. We’d be happy to see you anytime. Oh, and we have two doggen, or staff, who help out around here, Sal and Regine. Both of them know you’re with us now. They show up around five-ish. If you need to go out, just ask them to take you.”

  John went over to the bed and touched a pillowcase. It was so soft, he could barely feel it.

  “You’re going to be fine here, son. It might take some getting used to, but you’re going to be fine.”

  John looked across the room. Shoring up his courage, he walked over to Tohrment and opened his mouth. Then he pointed up to the man.

  “You sure you want to do this now?” Tohrment murmured.

  When John nodded, Tohrment slowly parted his lips. And bared a set of fangs.

  Oh…man. Oh…

  John swallowed and put his fingers to his own mouth.

  “Yeah, you’re going to get them, too. Sometime in the next couple of years.” Tohrment crossed the room and sat on the bed, plugging his elbows into his knees. “We go through the change around age twenty-five. After that you’re going to need to drink to survive. And I’m not talking about milk, son.”

  John cocked his eyebrows, wondering from whom.

  “We’ll find you a female to get you through the change, and I’ll tell you what to expect. It’s no party, but once you have it behind you, you’ll be so strong, you’ll think it was all worth it.”

  John’s eyes flared as he measured Tohrment. Abruptly he spread his hands apart horizontally and lengthwise, then put his thumb to his own chest.

  “Yeah, you’ll be my size, too.”

  John mouthed the words get out.

  “Really. That’s why the transition is a bitch. Your body goes through a big change in a period of hours. Afterward you’re going to have to relearn things, how to walk, how to move.” Tohr looked down at himself. “These bodies of ours are hard to control at first.”

  John absently rubbed his chest, where the circular scar was. Tohrment’s eyes tracked the movement.

  “I have to be honest with you, son. There’s a lot we don’t know about you. For one thing, there’s no telling how much of us is in your blood. And we have no clue what line you descend from. As for that scar, I can’t explain it. You say you’ve had the thing all your life, and I believe you, but that marking is given, not something we’re born with.”

  John took out his paper and wrote, Everyone has it?

  “No. Just my brothers and me. That’s why Bella brought you to us.”

  Who are you? John wrote.

  “The Black Dagger Brotherhood. We’re warriors, son. We fight to keep the race alive, and that’s what we’re going to train you to do. The other males in your class will become soldiers, but you, with that marking, you may end up being one of us. I don’t know.” Tohrment rubbed the back of his neck. “Sometime soon I’m going to take you to meet Wrath. He’s the boss in charge, our king. I’d also like to have you checked out by our doctor, Havers. He might be able to get a read on your bloodline. Would that be cool with you?”

  John nodded.

  “I’m glad we found you, John. If we hadn’t you’d have died, because there would have been no one to give you what you needed.”

  John went over and sat down next to Tohrment.

  “You got anything you want to ask me?”

  John nodded, but couldn’t marshal his thoughts into any coherent pattern.

  “Tell you what, you think on it tonight. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

  John was dimly aware that his head was nodding in response. Tohrment got up and walked to the door.

  From out of nowhere a bullet of panic ricocheted through John’s chest. The idea of being alone seemed terrifying, even though he was in a pretty house, with kind people, in a very safe area. He just felt…so very small.

  Tohrment’s shitkickers came into his line of sight.

  “Hey, John, maybe I’ll hang for a while in here with you. You like that? We can channel surf.”

  Thank you, he signed without thinking. I feel a little weird.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” Tohrment propped himself up on the pillows, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. “Vishous, one of my brothers, wired this house. I think we get about seven hundred stations on this thing. What do you like to watch?”

  John shrugged an
d shuffled back against the headboard.

  Tohrment clicked around until he found Terminator 2. “You like?”

  John whistled softly through his teeth and nodded.

  “Yeah, me, too. This is a classic, and Linda Hamilton is hot.”

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  Rhage slept late, very late, and what woke him up was bad news. The restlessness, the awful itch, was alive inside of him again. The Scribe Virgin’s reprieve was over. The beast was back.

  He opened his eyes and saw Mary’s hair on his pillow. And the curve of her neck. And her naked back.

  He broke out in a sweat, an erection popping up quick as a heartbeat.

  He thought of the way they had come together after the feeding. And then again when they’d returned to their room. He’d reached for her twice more during the day, feeling bad about making the demands because he’d been all over her so much. Still, each time she’d smiled up at him and welcomed him inside, even though she must have been exhausted and probably a little sore.

  And he wanted her again right now, but with a pounding need that was different than he’d felt before. This hunger was savage, as if he’d never had her at all or hadn’t seen her for months. As he fought the urge, his hands curled up on themselves, fingers tingling, skin tightening. He was completely strung out, the very bones in him vibrating.

  He got out of bed and headed for the shower. By the time he came back, he’d regained some control, but then he saw that Mary had kicked the covers off of herself. She was gloriously naked as she lay on her stomach, her beautiful ass a temptation that ate at him.

  “Can I get you something from the kitchen?” he asked hoarsely.

  “Sleep,” she murmured, turning over onto her back. Her pink-tipped breasts tightened as the air hit them.

  Oh, sweet Jesus…Wait, something was off here. Her face was flushed like she had windburn, and her legs were sawing on top of the mattress.

  He went over and put his hand on her forehead. She was hot and dry.

  “Mary, I think you have a fever.”

  “Low-level. Not unusual.”

  Fear put a chill on his craving to take her. “You want me to get you some aspirin?”

  “Just need to sleep through it.”

  “Do you want me to stay with you?”

  She opened her eyes. He hated the dull look in them. “No, this happens. Honestly, I’m all right. I just need to sleep it off.”

  Rhage stayed with her awhile longer and then pulled on some black nylon warm-ups and a T-shirt. Before he left, he stared at her. He could barely stand her having a slight fever. What the hell was it going to be like when she got really sick?

  Havers. He hadn’t heard back from Havers yet, and the doctor should have had access to her files for long enough. Rhage picked up his cell phone and went out in the hall.

  The conversation with the doctor didn’t last long, because there was nothing the male could do for her. As vampires did not get cancer, he hadn’t focused on the disease and neither had any of his colleagues.

  Rhage was about to hang up when the other male said, “Forgive me, sire, as I do not wish to pry. But have you…are you aware of how extensive her treatments were?”

  “I know there were a lot of them.”

  “Do you realize how intense they were, though? If the leukemia has returned, her options may well be limited—”

  “Thanks for looking at her records. I appreciate it.” Like he needed confirmation of how serious the situation was?

  “Wait…Please know that I am here to help in any way I can. Even though I cannot be of aid with regard to the chemotherapy, we have the drug formularies for a lot of the pain medications and various other things she was on before. I can help ease her and watch over her, even though she will receive her treatments in a human hospital. You must call me.”

  “I will. And…thanks, Havers.”

  After he hung up, he went to Wrath’s study, but the room was empty so he turned to go downstairs. Maybe Wrath and Beth were grabbing something to eat.

  From out of thin air, a wall of leather topped with a head of long black hair materialized in front of him. Wrath’s sunglasses were silver wraparounds today.

  “Looking for me?” the king said.

  “Hey. Yeah. Mary’s moved in. Permanently.”

  “So I heard. Fritz said she brought some stuff with her.”

  “Uh-huh. Listen, do you mind if I have a little shindig here tonight? I want Mary to see her friend Bella, and I was thinking the Brotherhood could play nice. You know, suit up and all. Maybe Wellsie could come, too. Mary has me, but she needs to be around some other folks. I don’t want her feeling like she’s isolated.”

  “Damn good idea. Beth wanted us to go to the city tonight, but—”

  “Don’t change your plans. This is just real casual.”

  “Well, my shellan was looking forward to getting away. She kind of likes having me to herself. And I, ah, I really like it when she has me that way, you feel me?”

  Rhage smiled a little as Wrath’s body released a blast of heat. “Yeah. I do.”

  There was a pause. The king said, “My brother, is there something else?”

  “Ah, yeah. Mary’s going to be very ill soon. I’ll go out nightly with the brothers for as long as I can, but when things get hard—”

  “Of course. You do what you have to do.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  Wrath shook his head. “You know something—you’re a male of worth. You really are.”

  “Yeah, well, just keep it to yourself. I’ve got a reputation as an egocentric asshole to protect.”

  “Tohr, I could see doing this. Phury, absolutely. Maybe V.”

  Rhage frowned. “You make it sound like it’s a sacrifice, for chrissakes. I love her.”

  “That is the sacrifice. You love her even though you know she’s leaving unto the Fade.”

  “She’s not going anywhere.” Rhage bit down on his molars. “She’ll be fine. It’ll be rough, but she will be fine.”

  “Forgive me.” Wrath bowed his head. “Of course she will.”

  Rhage looked down. He didn’t know what to do with the apology because he only had experience in offering them. And besides, anytime he thought about Mary dying, he felt like he had a blowtorch in his chest cavity.

  “Later, my lord,” he said, wanting to leave before he disgraced himself by becoming emotional.

  Except as he glanced up, it was into Wrath’s eyes for the very first time. The king never took his sunglasses off. Ever.

  Rhage stopped breathing, focusing on the iridescent, silver-green irises staring back at him. There were no pupils really, just two little dots of black. And the warmth in those blind, glowing circles was shocking.

  “You make me proud to call you brother,” Wrath said.

  Rhage felt heavy arms come around him as he was pulled against a solid chest. He tensed, but then let himself hang on to Wrath’s massive shoulders.

  “Wrath?”

  “Yeah?”

  Rhage opened his mouth to speak, but lost his voice.

  Wrath replied into the silence, “We are all going to be there for you. So you’re going to ask for help when you need it. And if the time comes, she will be afforded a full Fade ceremony, as the shellan of a warrior deserves.”

  Rhage squeezed his eyes shut. “Thank you…my lord.”

  Later that night Mary stood in their bathroom, brushing her hair out and blowing it dry. When she was finished, she looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed down the brunette waves. They were soft under her fingers, and in this light the color did have a little gold and red in it.

  She refused to think of going bald again. Just put the thought right out of her mind. God knew, there’d be time to dwell on it when it actually happened.

  “You’re still as beautiful as you were yesterday,” Rhage said as he got out of the shower. While he toweled off, he came up behind her and blew her reflection a kiss.

 
She smiled. “Thank you so much for inviting Bella and John over. She’s become such a good friend, and I’ve been worried about him.”

  “I don’t want you to lose touch with people just because you’re here. Besides, the Brotherhood needs to play civilized every once in a while. It’s good for us.”

  “You know, Tohrment and Wellsie are so kind to take John in.”

  “They’re the best, those two.”

  As Rhage left the bath, the eyes of his tattoo stared out at her. The effect was eerie, she thought, but not exactly unpleasant. It was kind of like being watched by a guard dog who really wanted you to pet him.

  She went over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Hey, I’m sorry if I kept you awake this morning. I toss and turn a lot when the fevers come.”

  Rhage came out of the closet, zipping up a pair of black pants. “You didn’t bother me at all. But can we do anything about them?”

  “Not really. I’ll go into another bedroom if it bothers you.” She laughed at the look he gave her. “Okay, I won’t be doing that.”

  “About Havers. I was hoping there’d be something we could do for you.”

  “Don’t worry. And I appreciate your trying.”

  “When are you going to see your oncologist again?”

  “Soon, but no more talking about that, okay? Tonight, it’s all about life. I feel good, and I’m not wasting one damned minute of it.”

  Rhage’s mouth lifted at the corners, his eyes glowing with approval, respect.

  And she’d thought for even a moment about shutting him out? Idiot.

  She smiled back at him, looking forward to the end of the evening, when they could be alone together. In the dark. With nothing between them.

  When he disappeared into the closet, she went after him, thinking they had a few minutes before the party began so maybe they could get a headstart. While he stared at the dress shirts that were lined up on hangers, she put her hand on his back, right on the beast’s shoulder.

  Rhage flinched and stepped away.

  “Are you hurt?” she asked.

  As she circled around him, he kept turning away, the two of them trading places a couple of times.