The Beast (Black Dagger Brotherhood #14) - J. R. Ward Page 0,131

he left the damn thing on the streets, it was just going to heal up and find others of its kind to fight with … or it was going to get discovered by a human and end up on some fucking YouTube video.

“Nooooooo—”

Rhage shoved the thing’s arms out of the way and buried his black dagger right in the center of that now-hollow chest.

With a flash and a pop!, the slayer disappeared into thin air, nothing but a greasy stain of the Omega’s blood on the pavement and an acrid burn left behind—

Rhage jerked around, switching his dagger for an autoloader. Flaring his nostrils, he sniffed at the air and then let out a growl.

“I know you’re there. Show yourself.”

When nothing moved in the shadows at the far end of the alley, he took three steps back so that he had cover in the doorway of an abandoned tenement building.

In the distance, sirens howled like stray dogs, and on the next block over, some humans shouted at one another. Closer by, something was dripping off the fire escape behind him, and there was a rattling higher up, as if the gusts coming from the river were agitating the scaffolding’s tenuous hold on the brick.

“You fucking pussy,” he called out. “Show yourself.”

His natural arrogance told him he could handle whatever this was all by himself, but some vague unease he couldn’t put a name to had him signaling for back-up by triggering a beacon located on the inside of his jacket’s collar.

It wasn’t that he was frightened—fuck, no. And he felt stupid the second he’d done it.

But there was another male vampire hiding over there, and the only thing he knew for sure? It wasn’t Xcor.

Because they knew where that bastard was.

The rest of those sonsabitches were an open question.

FORTY-FOUR

Naturally, getting Naasha naked was the work of a moment.

In fact, she volunteered for it.

As soon as Assail and his cousins stepped into that sex dungeon of hers, she began peeling herself out of her red dress, kicking the haute couture out of the way as if the thing were worth nothing more than a paper napkin. She left her high heels on, however, and her basque.

Ehric’s and Evale’s arousals were instantaneous, a one-two punch of sexual aggression that made the female laugh in that husky way of hers.

She didn’t go to either of them, however. She approached Assail.

Leaning in, she pressed herself against his chest and put her arms around his neck. “I am in need of you first.”

Silly female. She confessed too much, transferring her power to him.

But that was a good thing.

Setting her aside, he tugged at the knot of his Hermès tie, loosening the silk. As he removed the length, she did a little spin and went across to one of the bedding platforms, lying out flat and stretching her arms over her head. With her body forming an erotic S-curve on the mattress, one breast popped out of its cup and her bare sex gleamed as she parted her legs.

Assail prowled over to her, all-fouring up her body until he sat on her pelvis, trapping her. Stretching the tie out between two fists, he stared down at her.

“You are so trusting,” he murmured. “What if I did something bad with this? No one would hear you scream or struggle, would they.”

For a moment, fear flared in her eyes. But then he smiled.

“It is a good thing I am a gentlemale, is it not.” He leaned down with the silk. “Close your eyes, my darling. And not to sleep, no, not to rest.”

He covered her eyes with the tie, knotting the silk into place. Then he looked over his shoulder and nodded for his cousins to descend upon her. They were, as ever, more than obliging, ridding themselves of shirts and slacks, getting naked before they reached out to touch and lick, stroke and penetrate.

As Naasha began to moan, he dismounted, grabbed the nearest wrist—Ehric’s, as it turned out—and scored it with his own fangs. Drawing the welling blood to Naasha’s mouth, the female gasped and latched on, nursing at the vein as her body began to writhe in ecstasy.

Obviously she was not living off the blood of her hellren—and Assail assumed that was why she required the likes of Throe’s company. But vampires, particularly horny ones, oft enjoyed partaking whilst in the midst of pleasure, even if they were otherwise well fed. Like alcohol or drugs, the drinking amplified everything in a most satisfactory way.

With his cousin’s