“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 and 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.”
Black Dagger Brotherhood 2 - Lover Eternal
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