like she did, and hung out with those boys, without knowing every trick in the book. And pulling a lot of them on her back.
He watched as she took an unsteady breath. And then licked her lips. The tip of her tongue was pink.
Sweet Jesus.
She might only be a fantastic actress. She might only be the best whore anyone had ever come across. But as she looked up at him, she had him in the palm of her hand. He was buying what she was selling in a big fricking way.
He let his finger run up the side of her neck. Her skin was so soft, so pale, he was afraid he'd leave a mark just by touching her.
“Do you live here?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I live with my brother.”
He was relieved. “That's good.”
He brushed her cheek lightly. Stared at her mouth.
What would she taste like?
His eyes dipped lower, to her breasts. They seemed to have swelled and were pushing against the bodice of her fine gown.
Her voice was tremulous. “You look at me as if you're thirsty.”
Oh, God . She had that right. He was parched.
“Except I thought humans didn't feed?” she said.
Butch frowned. She had an odd way with words, but then English was clearly her second language.
His fingers moved over to her mouth. He paused, wondering if she would pull away if he touched her lips. Probably, he thought. Just to keep the game going.
“Your name,” she said. “It's Butch?”
He nodded.
“What are you thirsty for, Butch?” she whispered.
His eyes slammed shut as his body swayed.
“Butch?” she said. “Did I hurt you just now?”
Yeah, only if you consider raging lust a kind of pain , he thought.
Black Dagger Brotherhood 1 - Dark Lover
Chapter Thirty-six
Wrath got out of bed and drew on a fresh set of leathers and a black T-shirt.
Beth was sleeping soundly on her side. When he went over and kissed her, she stirred.
“I'm going upstairs,” he said, stroking her cheek. “But I'm not leaving the house.”
She nodded, brushed her lips against his palm, and sank back down into the healing rest she needed so badly.
Wrath put on his sunglasses, locked the door behind him, and mounted the stairs. He knew there was a stupid, satisfied grin on his face and that his brothers were going to ride him hard for it.
But what the hell did he care?
He was taking a true shellan. He was going to be mated. And they could kiss his ass.
He pushed open the painting and stepped into the drawing room.
He couldn't believe what he saw.
Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air.
And then Rhage burst into the room, dagger drawn. The brother was clearly ready to field dress the human for touching what he presumed was Wrath's shellan.
“Take your hands—”
Wrath leaped forward. “Rhage! Hold up!”
The brother caught himself as Butch and Marissa looked around frantically.
Rhage smiled and tossed the dagger across the room at Wrath. “Go for it, my lord. He deserves death for putting his hand to her, but can we play with him a little first?”
Wrath caught the knife. “Go back to the table, Hollywood.”
“Ah, come on. You know it's better with an audience.”
Wrath smirked. “Only for you, my brother. Now leave us.”
He threw the dagger back and Rhage sheathed it while leaving. “Man, Wrath, you can be a real buzz kill, you know that? A total fucking buzz kill.”
Wrath looked over at Marissa and the cop. He had to approve of the way the human was using his body to protect her.
Maybe the guy was more than just a good opponent.
Butch glared at the suspect and put his arms out, trying to corral Marissa. She refused to stay behind him. Actually sidestepped his body, placing hers in front.
Like she was protecting him?
He grabbed her thin arm, but she resisted.
As that black-haired murderer came forward, she addressed the man sharply and they started talking in a language Butch didn't recognize. She grew heated. The man nodded a lot. Gradually she calmed.
And then the man put his hand on her shoulder and turned his head to look at Butch.
Good God, the guy's neck had a raw wound on one side, like something had chewed on him.
The man spoke. Marissa's reply was hesitant, but then she repeated it in a stronger tone.
“So be it,” the bastard said, smiling tightly.
Marissa moved so she was standing side by side with Butch. She